Those messy fanfics.
What about mother and daughter serving one husband together, what about the ambiguous description of three people sharing a bed, what about the forbidden love between master and apprentice with Bibi Dong...
Those absurd, outrageous, and blushing words once again emerged from the depths of my memory at this moment.
Moreover, this time it is clearer than before, because Fang Mo and Qian Renxue are right next to it.
Qian Renxue kissed him just now.
Some of the scenes in those fan fictions have a strange overlap with reality at this moment.
Dong'er's mental fluctuations became more intense.
But Qian Renxue doesn't know this.
She is now enjoying the happiness with her eyes closed and quietly feeling the happiness at this moment.
The right hand is holding the mother, and the left hand is next to the Fang Mo brother, wrapped in two completely different temperatures.
She was immersed in this feeling of happiness, like a drowning person who finally surfaced, greedily breathing the hard-won air.
Time passed little by little.
Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes because she realized something.
It's dawn.
The maids will soon come to help Fang Mo get up, and there will also be patrolling guards passing by in the corridor.
If someone found her spending the night here, Qian Renxue's pupils shrank slightly.
The consequences are really unimaginable.
Not because of anything else, but because of her identity.
If his grandfather knew about it, Fang Mo might be in even more trouble.
The future mother has returned to the present, and there is no way she can reveal it.
Then, the only remaining fact is that she and Fang Mo slept in the same bed all night.
Qian Renxue slowly let go of his left hand.
The cold touch is leaving.
Qian Renxue gently raised her upper body again, her movements slowing to the extreme.
The quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing the thin pajamas underneath.
She first glanced at Dong'er.
The mother still had her eyes closed, her face was peaceful, her breathing was even, as if she hadn't noticed anything.
The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth curved, and then he turned his head and glanced at Fang Mo.
Fang Mo is still curled up in the quilt, his small body only takes up a corner of the big bed, his lips are slightly pursed, and he is sleeping deeply.
Qian Renxue's eyes stayed on his face for two seconds, and then she carefully moved her legs to the edge of the bed.
When the soles of her feet touched the cold ground, she subconsciously shrank her toes.
So cool.
But she couldn't care about that.
Qian Renxue bent down slightly, picked up the coat he took off last night from the ground, and put it on with very light and slow movements.
While she was putting on her coat, she kept looking back at the two people on the bed.
Mother didn't move.
Fang Mo Brother didn't move either.
Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief.
She quietly straightened her clothes and repeatedly checked her appearance.
After discovering that there were no obvious flaws, she tiptoed toward the door.
Her steps are light.
Because he left quietly with bare feet, he didn't even make a sound on the floor.
When her finger touched the doorknob, a faint chill came from the doorknob.
Qian Renxue held the door handle, but did not turn it open immediately. However, he glanced back.
The translucent soul body of Dong'er exudes the purple luster of Youyou. The long hair is scattered on the pillow, and the face is quiet and soft.
Fang Mo was curled up in the quilt, with only his head exposed, breathing evenly and steadily.
The two of them occupied the two sides of the big bed, one on the left and one on the right.
The empty space in the middle is where Qian Renxue was lying just now.
Her body temperature remained there, the quilt was wrinkled, and there were traces of her hair on the pillow.
Qian Renxue's gaze stayed for a long time.
The bright golden eyes reflected the morning light, and the light trembled slightly.
The corners of her mouth curved into an arc, which was pure happiness without any impurities.
Even if it's just for one night.
Even if it's just a few hours.
This is enough.
Qian Renxue said something silently in his heart.
"Fang Mo brother, thank you."
"Mom, next time... I want to sleep with you... and brother Fang Mo."
After saying that, Qian Renxue she turned her head and gently turned the door handle.
The door was opened a crack.
Qian Renxue squeezed out sideways, then closed the door quietly.
The corridor was empty.
Spirit Hall is very quiet in the early morning, with occasional patrol footsteps heard in the distance.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions back to the bottom of his heart.
His face returned to its usual plainness.
In the golden eyes, all the soft and warm light converged, replaced by a feeling of alienation similar to Bibi Dong.
She straightened her back, took steps, and left quickly along the shadow of the corridor.
The figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
The room became quiet again.
The sunlight continued to move slowly, and the spots of light cast on the floor became larger and larger.
On the big bed, Fang Mo was still curled up under the quilt, breathing evenly and steadily.
Beside him, the soul body of Dong'er lay quietly, with a translucent face without any expression.
However, the Sea of Consciousness that should have been peaceful is now rising and falling like the tide.
There are all kinds of emotions churning inside.
Feeling guilty and distressed.
Displeased, alert.
There is also an unspeakable sense of crisis.
Deep in the Spirit Sea of Dong'er, the memory of Fang Mo resurfaced.
The pictures in the fan fiction were like twisted scrolls, slowly unfolding in her consciousness.
Mother and daughter serve one husband together.
Three people sharing a bed.
Ambiguous physical contact.
Those absurd and shameful descriptions have a strange correspondence with reality at this moment.
Qian Renxue kissed her, and then Fang Mo, and the three of them slept on the same bed.
She didn't want to think about those things.
But those memories were like roots, deeply rooted in her Sea of Consciousness. The more she wanted to pull them out, the deeper they dug.
What made her even more irritated... he couldn't have any real hostility towards Fang Mo.
It's not because he is weak.
It's not because he is young.
It's because he is her host.
Their souls are bound together.
Fang Mo's growth is her growth, and Fang Mo's safety is her safety.
This kind of relationship that affects her entire body makes her unconsciously soften her attitude when facing Fang Mo.
She let out a silent snort.
"Hmph! Fang Mo..."
"You'd better calm down for me."
"Otherwise..."
A flash of coldness flashed across her pupils.
"I will let you know that even though I am just a Remnant Soul in this world, I am not someone you can mess with casually."
However, when she thought of this sentence, she didn't even have the slightest confidence, and she was so angry that she went back to Martial Soul.
A little while passed.
There were light footsteps in the corridor, and the maid appeared in front of Fang Mo's room door.
"Fang Mo Master?"
The maid called softly, "It's time to get up, breakfast has been prepared for you."
There was silence behind the door for two seconds.
Then the door was opened.
"Put it there..."
Fang Mo yawned feebly and pointed to the table in the room.
Fang Mo turned to look at the big bed, and the maid was tidying it up for her.
There were traces of more than one person on the bed.
Qian Renxue has left, and Bibi Dong has also gone back. They don't have to worry about it. They will leave on their own after they are done.
When Fang Mo thought of this, he couldn't help but be stunned:
This...
Why do I feel a bit like a scumbag...