[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night":3,"chapter-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-539":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Journey to the End of the Night",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1715942,2193,"Chapter 539: 526: Bedtime Stories","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-539",539,"\u003Cp>Chapter 539: Chapter 526: Bedtime Stories\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold rain fell steadily outside the palace, leaving the air somewhat damp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast palace seemed slightly desolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped in rain, Baili An fumbled in the small pond of the courtyard, his pockets filled with smooth goose-egg stones, before catching a bowl of clean rainwater under the eaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rainwater boiled and bubbled, and the stones were soaked and scalded in it before being wrapped tightly in a gauze cloth, placed on the belly of a woman lying drowsy on the bed, for her to hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back and forth, with the wind blowing and the rain falling, the effects of the alcohol gradually dispersed, and Baili An, initially somewhat sober, began to feel groggy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When sober, one could cruelly restrain one’s emotions, building a solid wall to seem less sad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the intoxication crept in, willpower seemed to become futilely soft, leaving no energy even to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left to the whim of the alcohol, it felt as though an unquenchable fire erupted within, the usually cold body seemingly unaccustomed to such warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An casually tore open his collar, revealing a string of water droplets hanging, catching his eye with their cool touch against his hand, making him lower his head to look longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaze blurring, Baili An stared for a long while, finally recalling that this was the gift from the Qingshui attendant on the road departing from Ziwei Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Immortal Tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, seeing this made Baili An unexpectedly irritable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tugged at the delicate silver chain, attempting to pull it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he found the chain surprisingly tough, hurting his palm yet still securely hanging around his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling, the feeling of heat inside became unbearable, compelling him to seek a cool place to chill down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around, he saw the woman in white on the bed holding her head up slightly, her eyes softly closed, one arm embracing the warm stone hot pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in her drunkenness, she was neither too heated nor too cool, never one to be unreasonably troublesome even when not sober.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her temperament even seemed more submissive than usual, dutifully holding the warm stone when asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were calm like tranquil mountain lakes, serene and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chilly tower, the night was long with curtains drawn low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze arose, mingling subtly with the heady fragrance, undiminished by fermentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sparse rain and fresh breeze, the slender grace of the person, seemed to reflect history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortal Tears emitted a tranquil glow in the candlelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a trance, when their eyes met, Baili An suddenly felt as if the person before him had endured a long wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And such a scene did not seem like his first experience of such enduring years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains unchanging, a vast expanse of flowering trees, as if someone else cherished this gentle era of knowing and meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An stared for a long time, swaying as he tried to stand steady to open a window for air, but tripped over his own robe, stumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The delayed potency of the Sanqing Brew surged up like a tidal wave, making him lightheaded and crash towards the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face headed straight for the bed edge, and the fall surely felt painfully solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An instinctively closed his eyes, but the anticipated pain from the fall did not come, his collar suddenly grasped by a soft, slender hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling to open his eyes, Baili An’s blurry sight met a pair of deep, peaceful eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool fingertips on his neck felt like icy jade, and following that comfortable chill, Baili An instinctively rubbed against the hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That white, jade-like finger gently exerted force, pulling him up onto the bed, and spoke in a low voice, “I thought you would have grown somewhat over the years, yet you remain so unimpressive—down after just one cup.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, distinct in black and white, were exceptionally clear and attractive, yet inevitably still drunken, revealing unwittingly things she hadn’t realized herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her voice was previously cold and deep as the clear water in a snow-covered ancient well,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, her refined voice seemed entirely gentle, warm, as if washed and soaked by warm rain, bringing a soft warmth face-to-face, each tone drowning one’s heart in tender, graceful softness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of Baili An’s body had been pulled onto the bed, he lay between her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she got up, the ribbon in her hair slipped loose, her delicate hair cascading down, causing the bunny ears hidden within to spring up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight through the screen shone into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Baili An felt his fingers uncontrollably drawn; looking at the bunny ears, an irresistible urge surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling to prop up his limp body, he slowly climbed up and, as if possessed, reached out to catch the two ears fluttering in the wind, delicately playing with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft and smooth, they looked utterly delectable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing lifted her lashes, her deep eyes fixed on his face, perhaps tickled, her ears moved within his palm, and she pushed him slightly with her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though drunk, she stubbornly refused to let anyone touch her extra pair of bunny ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drunk Baili An, however, was far less behaved than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relentlessly crawled back, hands outstretched to grab, fearing her evasion, he embraced her with one arm, continuing to touch her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was slurred, though earnest, “I’m feeling sad today; may I touch your ears?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bunny ears were her untouchable boundary. Su Jing furrowed her brows, subtly displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jing…” He clung annoyingly, his sudden address like a bolt from the blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman in his arms breathed unevenly at once, suddenly raising her head, staring straight at him, almost breathlessly asking, “What did you call me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An did not respond, for merely touching her ears was no longer enough; he tore his robe open, somewhat unreasonably snuggled up, and bit down on one ear, nibbling and sucking gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden invasion made Su Jing feel suffocated and powerless, her breathing quickened, her waist weakened, and her entire body collapsed, her eyes wide open, bewilderingly forgetting her prior question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two embraced for a long time, Baili An focused on nibbling her ears, the varying pressure excruciatingly torturous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing clenched her lips tightly, her hands involuntarily gripping the comfortably warm, hot stone pack, turning her cheek aside, she whispered lowly, “I’m not a rabbit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An, nibbling on her ear, hummed vaguely, his eyes slightly open, black as ink, seemed to flicker with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm naturally slid from her shoulder to embrace her waist, continuously murmuring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing could not quite hear clearly, her sharp bunny ears drooping slightly to listen, finally catching his sleepily murmur of a bedtime story.\u003C\u002Fp>",1133,"2026-06-06T15:16:40.602Z",1,"novelbin.me","650cb8d3121f741d78dda9165a5d41ded78fac3a00a197e92ddba3ce2f219fab","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-540","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-538",1594,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjourney-to-the-end-of-the-night-cover.jpg"]