Chapter 80

Then could they possibly become the same space?

Ye Xi'an isn't stupid; although they're not in the same space now, if she wanted to make them share a space it would still be easy.

She directly got to work, folding the metal sheet in half, and the two points of light became one.

Ye Xi'an felt somewhat pleased: "Isn't that together now?"

Seeing Ye Xi'an's cute appearance, Lin Zhi Jing couldn't help but curl his lips, raising his hand to ruffle her fluffy head, but Ye Xi'an instinctively dodged, and Bao Jing immediately stepped forward to push him away, like a mother cat protecting her cub, warily staring at him.

"Bao Jing, why go to such trouble? Sooner or later I'll join your family and become one of you."

"This kind of teleportation isn't affected by environment or terrain, and might even increase in distance and precision as Ye Xi'an's ability level rises."

He paused, then added another speculation: "If this counts as a spatial ability, could abstract space and physical space also be realized?"

Bao Jing spat silently, "Who said we're one family?" "Doctor Lin, just speak; don't touch our An'an."

The three words "our family" Bao Jing said especially heavily, deliberately grating on Lin Zhi Jing, that hypocritical guy.

Lin Zhi Jing glanced at Bao Jing without a trace—when there's no issue he's Lin Zhi Jing, when there's issue he's Doctor Lin—truly a pragmatic male.

He sighed, barely easing his tight chest, then continued: "So Ye Xi'an's new ability is merely overlapping different-dimensional spaces in reality, letting the start and end points merge to achieve teleportation."

Ye Xi'an was almost entranced, feeling as if she were hearing an awesome story—except the protagonist was herself: "What's abstract space? What is physical space?"

"Abstract space is a virtual space crafted by the spatial ability user; in that space, the user is a god, able to alter any of its structure, and if one can get people inside, it's basically an invincible existence."

"Physical space is much simpler: all beings and things in the universe exist within space; could space be materialized, compressed into a blade as sharp as a knife?"

"Of course, these are just my guesses; whether they can be realized is uncertain."

Lin Zhi Jing went on at length, yet didn't notice the room had grown eerily quiet.

After a long while, Ji Jiangci sounded as if he'd just found his voice: "If this could be realized, wouldn't females be a bit too terrifying?"

Merely spatial ability already has so many interpretations, let alone females also possessing heaven-defying psychic ability.

No wonder females are supreme on Zhu Shen Xing; he's now utterly convinced.

"Sounds amazing," Ye Xi'an slowly blinked twice, her speech starting to get fuzzy: "But I feel a bit sleepy."

Before she finished speaking, Ye Xi'an stiffly toppled backward; fortunately Bao Jing caught her quickly and laid her on the bed.

Bao Jing tentatively called Ye Xi'an, but she didn't respond.

"Don't call; Ye Xi'an must have fallen asleep again," Lin Zhi Jing raised his wrist to check his watch—it was just after midnight, what a coincidence.

"But the wife hasn't bathed yet," Ji Jiangci approached, grabbing the blanket on Ye Xi'an's body, realizing it wasn't from their room; he leaned in, sniffed closely, and the strong unfamiliar male odor made him nauseous.

The male's own scent isn't unpleasant, even somewhat pleasant, but if it's unfamiliar—or not from one's own family—one becomes highly sensitive and repulsed by it.

As for why Ji Jiangci didn't find Lin Zhi Jing offensive, it's because Lin Zhi Jing mostly smells of disinfectant.

"Since she's asleep, let her sleep; we'll wash her tomorrow morning," Lin Zhi Jing thought skipping one bath wasn't a big deal.

But for Ji Jiangci it's different—in his eyes Ye Xi'an has gone nearly three months without a bath, which is the span since they married; who knows if she bathed before marriage.

Previously lacking conditions to wash was forgivable, but now there's water, even suitable warm water—not washing is simply intolerable.

"No problem, she sleeps her sleep, I wash mine."

Lin Zhi Jing frowned, grabbing Ji Jiangci's arm: "You want to take advantage of Ye Xi'an's sleep to bathe her?"

"Isn't it normal for males in the family to help their wives bathe?" Ji Jiangci looked at Lin Zhi Jing with the expression of a top student looking at a slacker: "You didn't skip training class, did you?"

He actually doesn't know how to bathe his wife.

Lin Zhi Jing's face darkened under that gaze—was that what he meant? He's a high-IQ researcher; skipping class? Unlikely.

Ji Jiangci pushed Lin Zhi Jing's hand away, intending to hug Ye Xi'an, but Bao Jing blocked him again.

Bao Jing firmly gripped Ji Jiangci's hand that was reaching for Ye Xi'an; the strain made his forearm veins bulge, and the possessiveness in his eyes nearly overflowed.

"I'll bathe An'an—I haven't washed either. Since you've already bathed, go wash the clothes."

Ji Jiangci was startled by the emotion in Bao Jing's eyes—he hadn't expected Bao Jing's concern for Ye Xi'an to have reached this extent.

"Even letting me, her husband, help bathe her is not allowed?" He sighed, "Indeed, non-virgin beastmen are just different."

"Fine." Ji Jiangci released his grip without hesitation, picked up the pile of clothes scattered on the floor, and prepared to wash them.

Bao Jing rose, cradling Ye Xi'an as he walked toward the bathroom; Lin Zhi Jing watched Bao Jing's princess-carry of Ye Xi'an, his hand clenching tightly at his side, not wanting to watch further, he turned and went to his own room.

In the blink of an eye, only Yi Yang remained in the room; seeing the bathroom glass door beginning to steam, he stripped without hesitation, flung the door open, and shouted into the mist: "I also want to help bathe my wife!"

But just as he entered, a heaven-defying long leg shot out and kicked him in the chest.

"Get out!"

"Ow!" Yi Yang was kicked out mercilessly by Bao Jing, his smooth back slamming into the cabinet with a loud crash.

He rose indignantly, intending to pull the door open—just now he'd been off‑guard, that's why Bao Jing kicked him; this time he'd definitely get in.

But as he turned, he found the door was locked from the inside.

"Bao Jing! How can you be so domineering? She's also my wife!"

In the bathroom, Bao Jing carefully stepped into the tub with Ye Xi'an in his arms, sat down, leaning half‑back against the tub while Ye Xi'an slept prone on him; the faucet behind them ran water, the hotel on Zhu Shen Xing having pre‑set the temperature to the ideal warmth for beastmen, and the tub's insulation kept it from cooling.

Gradually the water rose over Bao Jing's calves, spreading up to Ye Xi'an's waist; white steam rose, flushing her fair face red.

Bao Jing lay in the tub, hearing the shouts outside; a feeling of pride welled up from his heart—he loved being the sole one to obtain what everyone wanted.

(End of chapter)