262: Fingers interlocked~

Would he still be hiding something from her?

So... should she forgive him?

Jiang Hanxi's heart was a bit unsettled for a moment; she was still very angry about Wang Feng's repeated deceptions.

But... if Wang Feng heard that she had forgiven him, he would surely be very happy, right?

As Jiang Hanxi thought about it, she wanted to secretly glance at Wang Feng, who was lying not far away, separated by Little Dragon, tightly holding her hand.

How about... I secretly check if she's cultivating?

Wang Feng also had a similar thought, and as he pondered, he quickly made up his mind.

Just a quick, secret peek... she probably won't notice.

Wang Feng comforted himself inwardly, then slowly opened his eyes, his head stiffly turning slightly.

At the same time, Jiang Hanxi also planned to secretly glance at Wang Feng; she figured that scoundrel must have already fallen asleep.

A quick peek, he probably won't notice...

The two, harboring different thoughts but the same idea, slowly turned their heads towards each other in sync.

When their heads were turned correctly, their gazes instantly met, and for a moment, the air seemed to solidify.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and the already silent atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to its extreme.

It's still the same old saying.

If silence is golden, then Room Ling-zi at this moment was an entire golden house.

After stiffly looking at each other for a while, the two quickly turned their heads away at the same time, not daring to look back for a while.

Jiang Hanxi's turned-away face unconsciously began to show a faint blush.

This feeling of being caught secretly looking at the other person was truly, truly, truly too embarrassing!

But why wasn't he asleep yet?

Didn't he usually fall asleep in less than an incense stick's time?

And why was he looking at me this time too?

Could it be... he's also like me? Secretly... looking... ?

Impossible, how could there be such a coincidence...

Jiang Hanxi was full of doubts. Wang Feng used to be quiet in less than half an incense stick's time when he slept on her lap.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, Wang Feng's mind was also a bit confused.

Why isn't she cultivating? Didn't she always cultivate whenever she had free time?

Wang Feng was even more puzzled. Had Jiang Hanxi changed? Not focusing on cultivation, why was she secretly looking like him?

The two, filled with doubt, slowly turned their heads again.

This time, he/she shouldn't be looking at me again, right?

The thoughts in both their minds were very synchronized.

As a result..., their gazes collided again, as if sparks of love had ignited.

"Cough cough, is there something on my face?"

Wang Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore, lightly coughed, and quietly asked Jiang Hanxi.

The sound was so faint it was almost a whisper, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Little Dragon between them.

"N-no, nothing..."

Jiang Hanxi's face was red, her eyes a bit evasive, and her words became stuttered and soft, strangely a little cute.

"Oh~, alright."

Wang Feng softly 'oh-ed' and gently squeezed Jiang Hanxi's hand twice.

Jiang Hanxi seemed to feel it, beautiful eyes glancing at him, with a hint of indignation.

"Good night~, Jiang~, Han~, Xi~..."

Wang Feng also didn't dare to overstep, wishing Jiang Hanxi good night in a soft voice.

Then he tightened his grip on Jiang Hanxi's soft hand a bit more, finally turning his head straight with peace of mind, closing his eyes, and falling asleep.

His current injuries were actually a bit awkward; he was sleeping while operating the Chaotic Overlord Body Technique in his dreams.

Jiang Hanxi didn't respond, just quietly watching Wang Feng's profile with her clear, cold eyes.

Then she lowered her gaze to look at her arm, which was pressed down by Little Dragon's tiny body, as if he was afraid she would run away.

Jiang Hanxi raised her free right hand and gently stroked Little Dragon's water-blue hair, the corners of her thin lips involuntarily curling up.

Not long after..., once she confirmed Wang Feng's breathing was steady, Jiang Hanxi finally slowly closed her eyes.

Feeling the warmth in her palm, Jiang Hanxi couldn't help but tighten her grip, their fingers intertwined.

Jiang Hanxi silently began cultivating the Emperor Ice Art in her mind.

It truly lived up to Wang Feng's words: she would definitely cultivate whenever she had free time.

However... everything about Wang Feng, perhaps, was not within her free time...

Several days later...

Wang Feng's body had finally recovered a lot. With a pile of healing sacred medicines, the flesh on his abdomen had basically regrown.

As for his back, it was almost completely recovered, with only some slight, minor flaws; most of it was still smooth and delicate.

Wang Feng slowly sat up from the bed; the pain in his abdomen had significantly lessened.

Wang Feng felt that this injury should be almost fully recovered in a few more days.

He tiptoed off the bed, and Wang Feng immediately felt three pairs of eyes looking at him.

He didn't even need to think to know who they were: naturally, Little Dragon, Jiang Hanxi, and that silly dog.

"What's wrong?"

"Daddy!"

"Woof woof!"

Jiang Hanxi asked in a clear, calm voice, followed closely by the shouts of Little Dragon and Hardi.

"What's up?"

Wang Feng was puzzled by their synchronized actions, but his heart felt warm.

"Nothing."

Jiang Hanxi finished speaking, stood up, and slowly walked to stand in front of Wang Feng.

This scene left Wang Feng bewildered; he couldn't help but look down, there was nothing unusual?

Huh, no, wait!

I'm still wearing Jiang Hanxi's clothes!

Wang Feng observed for a moment before realizing that he was still wearing Jiang Hanxi's clothes.

He had to admit, they really fit well, though it felt a bit empty around the chest, but he'd get used to it after wearing them for a while.

"Jiang Hanxi, I want to take these clothes off."

Wang Feng said with a bitter face, looking at Jiang Hanxi. She had already recorded the video, so he should be able to take them off now, right?

He couldn't possibly go out and face the world wearing them, what about his dignity then?

Although, he didn't have much dignity to begin with.

"Mhm, then give them back to me."

"Ah???"

Listening to Jiang Hanxi's calm and indifferent voice, Wang Feng's eyes widened, his neck stretched out, almost pressing his entire face against Jiang Hanxi's pretty face.

"How can something given away be taken back?"

Wang Feng glared at Jiang Hanxi angrily, but immediately put on a smiling face.

"However..., I can give you this back."

Wang Feng slowly pulled his head back, then a pair of long, good things appeared in his hand.

Jiang Hanxi stood before him, and when her eyes caught sight of the black stockings, they couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Returning what belongs to you."

Wang Feng held up one black stocking in each hand, and the two black stockings occupied Jiang Hanxi's entire field of vision.

"These ones are definitely sturdy; there won't be any more tearing with a single pull."

Wang Feng shook the black stockings he was holding and softly said to Jiang Hanxi in front of him.

"Want them?"