Chapter 118

Looking at Ye Xi'an under the warm yellow lamp, her sleeping face tranquil, lips slightly pouted, Lin Zhi Jing felt his heart about to melt.

He picked up a strand of Ye Xi'an's hair, feeling a bit regretful; if not for that mutant vine, her head of dreamy purple hair would not have become what it is now.

But even so, Ye Xi'an's appearance was not affected in the slightest.

Thinking that he had already been given a Spiritual Mark by Ye Xi'an, soon he would join Ye Xi'an's family and become her husband, Lin Zhi Jing felt somewhat pleased, a strong smile overflowing from the corners of his eyes, he murmured: "My wife is really beautiful."

Saying this, he brought his mouth close and fiercely pecked Ye Xi'an's lips, making a smacking sound; this kiss threatened to become uncontrollable, but Lin Zhi Jing still relied on his willpower to pull away from Ye Xi'an's lips, though his gaze was dark and frightening.

"I hope you won't make me wait too long."

After saying that, Lin Zhi Jing held Ye Xi'an and fell into a deep sleep.

Bao Jing worried all night, and as soon as dawn broke he came to look for Lin Zhi Jing, gently knocking on his door.

"Lin Zhi Jing! Lin Zhi Jing!"

Bao Jing's call didn't wake Lin Zhi Jing; instead it woke Ye Xi'an.

Ye Xi'an narrowed her eyes, vaguely hearing someone shout; once she recognized it was Bao Jing's voice, she tried to sit up, but found she couldn't move.

"There's someone else in the bed!" This realization instantly woke her; she flung her eyes open in terror, only to discover she was being held by Lin Zhi Jing, which frightened her to death—she had thought it was that dead pervert.

Ye Xi'an was held in Lin Zhi Jing's arms, her cheek against his chest; if she tilted her head back, she could see his high, straight nose bridge, a few strands of his forehead hair resting on his brow bone, his long eyelashes casting a faint arc beneath his eyes, and his delicate skin resembled a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

He seemed to be in deep sleep at the moment, his breathing even and prolonged, completely unlike his usual aloof demeanor—less aggressive, more obedient, and more pleasing to the eye than usual.

Ye Xi'an couldn't resist pinching Lin Zhi Jing's face once.

The feel was delicate, and the elasticity was also good.

Suddenly Lin Zhi Jing opened his eyes, grabbed Ye Xi'an's wrist; his eyes held no trace of post-sleep haze, only a hint of red at the corners, and his hoarse voice carried a hint of anticipation: "Wife."

His gaze was deep, his gray pupils tinged with desire: "Do you feel it?"

Ye Xi'an, embarrassed at being caught secretly pinching someone while they slept, instinctively asked: "Feel what?"

Ye Xi'an froze after saying that, because she had felt it.

She widened her eyes, her face instantly flushing crimson, somewhat annoyed that Lin Zhi Jing could say such a thing with a straight face; she had thought she felt something else, and stammered "you you you" for a while.

Just as she was about to push Lin Zhi Jing away, Bao Jing outside could no longer restrain himself, flung the door open and stormed in, standing beside the bed with a ferocious expression.

"An'an! Is Lin Zhi Jing bullying you?"

Seeing Bao Jing's posture, Ye Xi'an could hardly say what Lin Zhi Jing was doing now—that would surely provoke a fight.

"No, no," Ye Xi'an said, patting Lin Zhi Jing's arm to signal him to let go.

Although Lin Zhi Jing was reluctant, he also respected Ye Xi'an's wish, withdrawing his arm from her waist with a face full of springtime joy.

Free from Lin Zhi Jing's restraint, Ye Xi'an finally managed to sit up, leaving the bedchamber of right and wrong: "He didn't bully me; we were just sleeping together."

"Hmph," Bao Jing glared fiercely at Lin Zhi Jing: "He'd better not have done anything."

"Wait a moment," Lin Zhi Jing thought he couldn't let Bao Jing trample over him; what if later he and Ye Xi'an were in the middle of mating—if Bao Jing barged in, wouldn't that ruin his plans?

"Bao Jing, don't you know that in the clan males are not allowed to disturb the private time of females and males?"

Zhu Shen Xing's stipulation naturally has its reasoning; otherwise, jealous males in the clan would deliberately sabotage mates' couplings, which is detrimental to the race's propagation.

Malicious sabotage incurs legal liability.

But Bao Jing declared righteously: "But you are not currently a member of our clan."

Bao Jing's answer hit the mark for Lin Zhi Jing: "Right, Ye Xi'an, you've given me a Spiritual Mark, but haven't taken me to register yet—when are you planning to go?"

Bao Jing hissed, secretly resenting that he had fallen for Lin Zhi Jing's scheme, now hurrying to push the two toward marriage.

"Still need to register?"

In Ye Xi'an's memory, joining the clan only requires a Spiritual Mark; there's no registration, what registration?

"Mm," Bao Jing said, though he disliked Lin Zhi Jing, he still answered Ye Xi'an: "For our kind of match, no registration is needed; at the moment of successful matching, our information is automatically added to the clan's household register, but for later Spiritual Marks, one must go register, otherwise one remains not a clan member."

Lin Zhi Jing's fist, hidden under the covers, clenched tight, his joints whitening from tension, yet his face gave nothing away, as if he had just casually thrown out the question; his eyes fixed firmly on Ye Xi'an: "Bao Jing's right—when should we go register?"

"In a while," Ye Xi'an said, her mind now full of renovation, not wanting to do anything else: "After the house is renovated, we'll go register."

"Phew," Lin Zhi Jing secretly let out a breath, his thumping heart still somewhat tight and aching, but at least there was a concrete date, not just empty promises.

So he'd better hurry up and finish the renovation.

Lin Zhi Jing began to take renovation seriously: "Actually we could give Bao Jing and them each a Light Brain; then, with the system logged into the clan account, we could edit simultaneously."

"Simultaneous editing!" Ye Xi'an said, somewhat delighted; this way we could not only give each person a Light Brain but also speed up the renovation, and she wouldn't have to pester Lin Zhi Jing about it, so she immediately decided: "Let's go buy Light Brains right away!"

Ji Jiangci entered, hearing just Ye Xi'an say they were going to buy Light Brains—who for? Bao Jing?

Indeed, Ji Jiangci lowered his head, his wispy bangs covering his somewhat dim eyes; previously he had harbored resentment toward Ye Xi'an in his heart.

Back then, in his eyes Ye Xi'an was merely a means to make money and live well; he even came up with the underhanded trick of using Ye Xi'an to lure customers into buying fruit at high prices, and when Ye Xi'an had her accident, he never thought of risking his life to save her—only Bao Jing rushed forward, and buying him was indeed appropriate.

Ji Jiangci composed his emotions, put on a false smile, stepped forward, and said: "Let's eat first; we'll talk after the meal."

Today's meal was cooked by Ji Jiangci; since there was no stove, he bought an electric pot to make do, preparing some simple home-style dishes like stir-fried pork with chili and braised eggplant in oil, the vegetables all freshly bought.

One has to admit, these vegetables are really expensive—the chili costs a thousand per catty, and other vegetables are similarly priced.