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"Mm." Xie Xiuji answered, his eyes lowered as he seemed lost in thought.

Song Zhizhi emerged after changing clothes. All her clothes for going out were dresses; only her sleepwear came in separate tops and bottoms. Deep down, Song Zhizhi was still a modern person. Though the sleepwear was rather thin, it covered everything that should be covered. She felt no embarrassment wearing it out and carried herself openly, but it made things difficult for someone else.

Xie Xiuji shifted his gaze away, not daring to look again. Yet the graceful curves he had caught a fleeting glimpse of beneath that thin sleepwear surfaced uncontrollably in his mind, and a certain memory seemed to be growing ever clearer.

His breathing grew heavy for a moment, then he concealed it. Outwardly, he was still the aloof Sword Venerable, bright as wind and moon, untouched by mortal dust.

Song Zhizhi sat beside Xie Xiuji and pushed out her stomach. "I'm ready. Let's begin."

Sword Venerable Mingxiao lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Song Zhizhi's stomach. He gently lifted the hem of her sleepwear, hesitated for a moment, then lightly placed his hand against it.

Song Zhizhi's lower belly had not yet begun to show. The skin beneath his palm bore a young woman's unique softness and delicacy, tender enough that the slightest extra pressure would leave marks upon it.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's eyes darkened slightly, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and slowly sent his spiritual energy over.

His spiritual energy carried the distinctive coolness of an Ice Spirit Root, yet it was not icy enough to freeze a person. Song Zhizhi lowered her eyes to watch his long fingers resting against that private place. This was the first time, while fully awake, that a man had touched her there. She was somewhat unaccustomed to it, her thoughts a tangled mess until they turned into secret worries—she had eaten so much these past few days; she hadn't gotten fat, had she? Xie Xiuji hadn't felt her little belly, had he?

A steady stream of spiritual energy flowed from Sword Venerable Mingxiao's palm into Song Zhizhi's stomach. Song Zhizhi could clearly feel his faintly cool ice spiritual energy being absorbed by the child in her belly. It was a strange sensation, an indescribable delight, like the satisfaction welling up from the depths of someone who had starved for three days and three nights before finally eating a full meal.

Song Zhizhi narrowed her eyes slightly, her slender fingers curling involuntarily as a satisfied little moan escaped her throat.

The hand against Song Zhizhi's lower belly trembled. He raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze deep.

Under Xie Xiuji's dark gaze, Song Zhizhi recalled just how awful that sound had been. Her entire body stiffened, her face instantly flushing crimson. Her toes curled, nearly digging a Disney out of the floor.

Heavens, how could she have made that sound? And in front of Xie Xiuji, too!

"What are you looking at? Don't look!" Song Zhizhi snapped viciously at Xie Xiuji, fierce on the outside but weak within.

Xie Xiuji's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked away and continued channeling spiritual energy into her.

This time, Song Zhizhi was mentally prepared. She bit her lower lip without making a sound, though her cheeks grew redder and redder, like a fresh, sweet, juicy peach that made one want to take a bite.

A quarter of an hour later, Xie Xiuji sensed that the child in Song Zhizhi's belly was absorbing spiritual energy more slowly. He guessed the child had taken in enough and was about to cut off the flow when, suddenly, he felt an exceedingly weak thread of divine sense stretch out from Song Zhizhi's belly and touch his fingertip.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's whole body stiffened. He stared wide-eyed at Song Zhizhi's stomach, frozen where he stood.

Song Zhizhi noticed something was wrong and asked, "What is it?"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao swallowed with difficulty. Slowly withdrawing his hand, he stared at Song Zhizhi's stomach and said, "Just now, he seemed to have touched my hand with his divine sense."

Song Zhizhi looked at Xie Xiuji skeptically. "How is that possible? He might not even be as big as an egg yet. Even if his talent is extraordinary, there's no way he can wield divine sense so skillfully this early. Did you feel it wrong?"

Xie Xiuji shook his head. He stared at his fingertips, where the faint, cautious touch of that divine sense seemed to still linger. His heart softened at once. "My senses were not mistaken."

Song Zhizhi's eyes widened, but then she felt indignant. Rubbing her stomach, she pouted and muttered, "Why didn't I feel it? I'm the one carrying him, yet you only gave him spiritual energy once and he defected so quickly? Sure enough, anyone with milk is mother."

"No." Song Zhizhi placed Xie Xiuji's hand on her stomach and said indignantly, "Give him spiritual energy again. I want his divine sense to touch me too—no, twice!"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao pressed at his brow. Seeing Song Zhizhi's eager expression, he felt helpless, though there was even more indulgence in him. He said softly, "He has already absorbed all the spiritual energy he can. We'll try again tomorrow. Right now, you need to eat something."

Song Zhizhi had gotten up rather late today, and after all that fuss just now, breakfast was nearly turning into lunch.

Only then did Song Zhizhi belatedly feel the hunger in her stomach. She sat properly in her chair, waiting for Xie Xiuji to take out that familiar food box.

Instead, Xie Xiuji rolled up his sleeves. Meeting Song Zhizhi's puzzled gaze, he said with an unnatural expression, "I forgot to prepare anything this morning. But I have ingredients in my storage pouch. Wait a quarter of an hour for me. It'll be ready soon."

With that, he walked into the kitchen beside Song Zhizhi's small building, a kitchen that had never once been used.

Song Zhizhi watched Xie Xiuji's back with suspicion. Xie Xiuji was going to make lunch from scratch? Could he even cook?

It was not that Song Zhizhi meant to doubt him. It was mainly because Xie Xiuji simply did not look like someone who could cook. He looked more like a cold, exiled immortal standing high above the world, untouched by mortal dust.

Song Zhizhi followed him over and took a curious peek, only to find that her purely decorative kitchen had somehow gained a heap of cooking utensils and seasonings. Sword Venerable Mingxiao, dressed in snow-white robes and seeming untouched by worldly dust, was preparing ingredients. The hands he usually used to wield a sword and write now held a kitchen knife. With each rise and fall of the blade, the chunks of meat in his hand became evenly sliced pieces in no time.

He actually looked quite convincing.

Before long, waves of fragrance drifted over. The smell was somewhat familiar. Song Zhizhi frowned at Xie Xiuji, then retreated to wait.

Not long after, Sword Venerable Mingxiao brought out two dishes and explained to Song Zhizhi, "Things were rushed today, so I didn't have time to prepare enough ingredients. Make do with this for now. Tonight, I'll make more of what you like."

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Sweet Romance

Transmigration and Rebirth Romance

Tu Yanyan

Amnesia Trope