He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 154 Dating

Leng Huan sat on the edge of the bed, while Fu Xun stood in front of her. "Senior Sister, do you want to cultivate?"

Leng Huan nodded.

“Senior sister, you’re always so carefree. You’re unrestrained during the day and act like nothing’s wrong now.” Fu Xun took her hand and a wisp of spiritual energy probed through it. “Senior sister, I suddenly feel that you are in very good health. Why don’t we try a different method of cultivation?”

Leng Huan remained unmoved: "You'd better not say it's dual cultivation..."

Fu Xun: "..."

Fu Xun was so angry that he grabbed her face and bit her lip.

Leng Huan: "..."

She softened as he bit her; he did evil during the day and paid the price at night.

Fu Xun had initially thought that the Wanling Fruit wouldn't be that effective, and since he had been taking care of her and their son every day, he had told her to wait until she recovered in order to put her mind at ease. But she had already recovered.

With a beautiful woman by his side, and the person he still longed for, Fu Xun endured it every day. He had been preparing for a long time since she agreed to form a contract with him last time.

Fu Xun: "Senior sister, tonight is our wedding night."

Leng Huan lifted the phoenix crown and beaded curtain, and asked curiously, "Then will the marriage ceremony be canceled from now on?"

Of course we need to calculate it!

Fu Xun could never win an argument with her, so he angrily kissed her hard again.

Leng Huan sighed inwardly, actually because of the psychological trauma of childbirth; she was a little nervous.

The Wanling Fruit was indeed incredibly effective, and now that his body had fully recovered, Leng Huan hesitated for a moment before asking directly, "Do you have any infertility medication? Give me one."

Fu Xun: !

Fu Xun: "...Senior sister...you've really said something shocking. Of course, we don't have that kind of medicine."

Leng Huan asked the question he had been pondering for a long time: "Logically speaking, people of our cultivation level rarely have offspring, so why am I..."

In fact, Fu Xun didn't expect them to have a child so quickly. After thinking it over, he realized that it could only be related to their bloodline.

"It's probably related to the fact that we are both from the Hidden Clan, but even if we are so favored by the Heavenly Dao, it's not easy for us to have offspring."

Fu Xun hugged her and kissed her, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. Many Daoist couples never have children in their entire lives. Maybe we're lucky. Having Yun Du as a child is enough."

"That's good." Leng Huanxin felt relieved. She hoped that Xiao Yundu wouldn't get pregnant again, and she felt that having Xiao Yundu was enough.

"Senior sister..." Fu Xun whispered in her ear, "What about our wedding night?"

Leng Huan paused in taking off the crown. The marriage certificate had been drawn up, the contract had been formed, and she was married. In the end, she was someone else's wife.

After thinking for a moment about how to play this role, she asked, "What kind of Daoist partner do you... like?"

"You're like this," Fu Xun touched her face, "naturally, you'll be exactly what I like. Why do you ask that?"

Leng Huan shook his head, pretending to straighten his sleeves, "I was just asking."

Only the innermost luminous pearl remained in the cave, while candlelight flickered near the master bedroom, casting dappled shadows.

Admiring a beauty under the lamplight.

Fu Xunjing looked at Leng Huan.

Leng Huan looked at Fu Xun carefully.

In this light, he looked eerily handsome... Suddenly, she felt a sense of absurdity, as if Fu Xun was more villainous than the villain himself.

"Senior sister, if you keep watching, our son will wake up..."

Leng Huan seemed to be startled awake. She immediately took off her headdress and threw it into his arms, then lay down on the bed and quietly closed her eyes.

The candles were to burn all night when Leng Huan suddenly opened his eyes. "Um, maybe we shouldn't burn the red candles anymore. There are children in the cave, and it won't smell good."

Fu Xun didn't say anything, but extinguished the candle and added a luminous pearl.

The light was neither too bright nor too dim, and Leng Huan felt a person close by. He was a little nervous, as this was the first time they had faced each other so clearly.

Fu Xun moved closer to her, and it was the first time he had been so awake. He tentatively reached out and touched her waist, feeling Leng Huan stiffen for a moment before relaxing.

Leng Huan only heard him sigh softly, much like that long ago, "Senior sister, are you really forcing yourself? Did you... was there ever a moment when you liked me?"

Feeling his arms tighten slightly around her waist, Leng Huan sighed after a few moments of silence, turned to face him, and their breaths mingled. "Fu Xun, do you think I'm the kind of person who would give birth to a child of someone I hate...?"

Do you think I would form a bond with someone I don't like?

Upon hearing this, Fu Xun was stunned for a moment, and only after careful consideration did he realize that he had gotten what he wanted!

An unbelievable joy welled up in my heart.

"Senior sister..." His arms tightened around her, and he whispered softly in her ear, "Leng Huan..."

Leng Huan awkwardly turned her head away, not wanting to say directly that she didn't like him that much!

Fu Xun gently lifted her chin and kissed her, his voice slightly excited yet very certain: "Senior sister likes me."

Leng Huan blushed slightly. It's enough to understand, why say it out loud!

"Senior sister, could you tell me when it started..."

Leng Huan refused to answer and pushed him away: "The wedding candles are gone, and your son will wake up soon."

"He won't wake up that soon..." Fu Xun stopped asking and continued kissing him while unbuttoning his wedding dress. There would be other opportunities to ask questions later.

***

The light and shadow flickered.

"Leng Huan...when did you...start liking me?"

With her heart fluttering, Leng Huan suddenly heard these words and immediately felt that they were beyond saving.

Why did he have to ask? Why did he have to ask at this time? Why did he have to force her to answer?

Covering his eyes with one hand, Leng Huan said weakly, "Can you...concentrate...?"

"Don't worry, I won't neglect you." Fu Xun's fingers intertwined with hers.

Leng Huan puffed out her cheeks and said softly, "You..."

She was so angry she wanted to beat him to death tomorrow!

Fu Xun whispered in her ear, "Tell me... please..."

Leng Huan blushed and trembled, refusing to admit defeat; he had committed a foul.

Fu Xun persisted: "Is it... hard to say... but... I want to know."

Depend on!

Leng Huan's mind was in a daze for a while before he could only tell him the answer: "...Perhaps it was before...his seclusion." The sentence was incoherent.

Too much time has passed, and Leng Huan still doesn't have a definite answer.

Love arises without warning, and grows ever stronger with time.

. . .

Leisurely days pass by without a trace, only the children grow up day by day.

Two months passed between raising the child and cultivating oneself. The few deciduous trees at the foot of the mountain had slowly turned yellow, and the distant mountains were a mix of yellow and green, with a pale blue hue floating on top.

It was early winter, and a layer of mist hung in the forest. Leng Huan felt the slightly cool air and covered the face of Xiao Yundu, who had grown two sizes larger.

After letting her son get some fresh air, she turned around and went back to the cave. The child is older now and sleeps less. He has to stay awake and play for a while every day. This little guy also likes to be held upright, with his little head held high.

With a big head and a short neck, Leng Huan was trembling with fear that something might happen to him. He made him lie on the bed to practice lifting his head and silently count the time. When Fu Xun came back, Leng Huan was picking up the child.

"Senior sister, the weather is lovely at noon today, would you like to go for a walk?"

"Yes, let's wait until the sun gets a little warmer."

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The sun shines brightly overhead, at the foot of the mountain by the stream.

“Even without wind, my son can bask in the sun.” Leng Huan squinted, feeling that the sun was indeed warm, which allowed Xiao Yundu to show his face a little.

The baby's skin is soft and tender. Except for the fact that he scratched his face at first, his little paws are now wrapped in swaddling clothes and he can't scratch his face anymore. Leng Huan even uses some kind of sticky oily fruit as a moisturizer to apply to his face.

The two adults and one child strolled slowly. The taller man held the swaddled baby with practiced ease, patting it gently with his hands. The shorter man would occasionally glance at the swaddled baby and then at the taller man. His hair was casually parted, with braids hanging down to his chest.

Her figure, graceful beneath the white cloak, swayed left and right like a roly-poly toy, picking up a blade of grass to tease the young man's chin.

Fu Xun paused, then put one arm around her waist. "Senior Sister, do you want to stay in the sect or return to Beijun?"

"Huh?" Leng Huan scratched his forehead, the blue crystal forehead ornament swaying, reflecting the light of the ice-blue Xuan Seal. "Let's go back to our sect first."

She's currently in a relationship, and since the wedding isn't over yet, she definitely needs to go back for the banquet.

"That's good." Fu Xun's lips curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to nuzzle her face. If they were to return to Beijun... that wouldn't matter; he could just go along with it...

"Shh!"

Leng Huan suddenly whispered, "Xiao Yundu seems to be asleep."

Chao Fuxun reached out his hand: "Quickly give me the dagger, his nails are growing too fast, they need to be trimmed again."

Since we didn't have scissors, we had to use a dagger instead; that's what we've always done.

Fu Xun, however, took her back to his cave, saying he would cut it when they got back.

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