Chapter 251

A pair of bright almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, shimmering with a faint glow in the flickering firelight.

Just one look from her made his heart panic, losing all composure as if his defenses crumbled, leaving him soft and weak like a puddle of mud.

Pei Ji didn’t know what to do.

Ning Ning also felt a bit awkward.

She couldn’t possibly admit to Pei Ji that she had been pretending to sleep for quite some time and that his words moved her to tears.

After all, as a senior sister, she has to save face.

A moment of silence passed.

The girl in the firelight took a breath, her eyes wet as she looked at him.

With a slight blink, tears began to slide down her fair cheeks.

“…It hurts,” she said.

There was hesitation and timidity in her tone, as well as a hint of coquettishness.

To make matters worse, she was lying on top of him, and her warm breath fell on Pei Ji’s neck as she spoke.

It tickled and teased him, stirring a heat that spread through his whole body.

Pei Ji swallowed, lowering his gaze to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

All he wanted was to draw his sword immediately and cut the bastard who had hurt her into pieces.

His fingers, calloused from training, brushed against Ning Ning’s delicate face, causing her to blink quickly.

After a brief pause, two voices sounded simultaneously in the cave:

“Did you just wake up?”

“I just woke up.”

As soon as they spoke, they both fell silent again.

One wanted to ask, the other wanted to explain, but they ended up speaking at the same time, making the situation even more awkward.

Ahhhh…damn it! How could this happen!

This is even more embarrassing now! Pei Ji, just shut up already!

Ning Ning regretted it deeply, wanting to bang her head against a wall.

But before she could dwell on it, the back of her head was gently pressed, and she found herself falling into his arms.

This wasn’t something Pei Ji would usually do; she almost thought he had been possessed.

His hand remained on her back, his chest vibrating as he spoke, his voice low and muffled: “Don’t move.”

Oh.

Ning Ning obediently rested against Pei Ji’s chest, staying silent and still.

She appeared calm, but inside she was as tense as a statue.

Her fingers gently brushed the thin fabric of his clothes as she wondered what he would do next.

Suddenly, she sensed a stream of spiritual energy slowly gathering, like warm, gentle water, silently seeping into her skin.

It was clean and comforting, unmistakably Pei Ji’s aura.

He gathered his spiritual energy at his fingertips, using it to dispel the cold from her body.

His fingers traced slowly down her spine, and she could feel every movement with startling clarity.

It was the first time Ning Ning had been so close to a man.

When he touched the sensitive spot on her lower back, she instinctively held her breath, clutching his clothing tightly with her right hand.

Admittedly, this was an extremely effective treatment method.

For a cultivator, the cold invading the body wasn’t a particularly serious ailment.

Pei Ji’s spiritual energy was clear and gentle, seeping into her body through every pore without a sound.

The warmth spread through her skin, blood, and even deep into her bones, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Occasionally, a slight shift would stir her most sensitive nerves, sending shivers through her entire body.

It was a strange sensation.

It felt like she was wrapped in warm feathers, surrounded by the scent of wood and plants. Sometimes, a refreshing coolness would drift in, not cold but rather soothing, making her want to get even closer.

And indeed, Ning Ning followed her instincts, snuggling closer to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji: “…”