Chapter 245: He Even Got Shy

Closing the door, the room returned to silence, with only the sound of rain filtering in through the window.

Bai Wei lay on the bed, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream she had last night swirled in her mind again.

Even now, she remembered it very clearly.

In the dream, her grandmother had actually become the Goddess of the Divine Witch Tribe, and to save her people, she had come to the modern era through the wardrobe.

And that strange Great Diviner really did look a bit like Zhou Yanli.

Was she too tired? How could she have such a strange dream?

In Bai Wei's mind, she thought of her grandfather again.

She had never met her grandfather; she heard from her mother that he had gone missing before she was born.

When she was little, Bai Wei had also curiously asked her grandmother where her grandfather had gone.

Her grandmother said that her grandfather had gone to a very far place, a place she could not reach.

Suddenly!

Bai Wei flipped over and sat up from the bed all at once.

It seemed like something in her mind had connected into a single line.

The wardrobe that could lead to the ancient times was left behind by her grandmother.

The place her grandfather went to was a place her grandmother could not reach.

The grandmother in her dream was the Goddess of the Divine Witch Tribe...

"Was what I dreamed about last night a dream, or was it a real event..." Bai Wei murmured.

In the dream, the wardrobe was the Sacrificial Vessel Cabinet of the Divine Witch Tribe, and her grandmother had used it to go to the world of the gods.

The Northern Frontier Army also revered her as a deity.

Bai Wei blurted out, "Could it be... that Grandmother came to the modern era from Daliang? Was Grandmother an ancient person from Daliang?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned herself.

Bai Wei's heart pounded, and she reached out to cover her chest.

No wonder her grandmother had always stayed at the Farm in Qingshan Village, always keeping to herself and rarely interacting with the villagers.

Regarding the family history, her grandmother had never mentioned it either.

In the dream, the Clan Leader of the Divine Witch Tribe had said that as long as the Goddess had intimate contact with another man, she would lose her divine power and never be able to return.

Her grandmother had married her grandfather and given birth to her mother.

Therefore, she could not return to Daliang.

She had placed the wardrobe in the living room, never leaving it, waiting for her grandfather to return.

Bai Wei was terrified, her sleepiness completely dispelled.

This deduction was simply too shocking.

However, she still had one last question in her mind.

Had her grandfather, who had been missing for many years, also come to Daliang?

If her grandfather had come to Daliang through the wardrobe, why didn't he return to the modern era to find her grandmother?

If her grandfather was in Daliang, where was he now? Was he dead, or alive?

Countless questions swirled in Bai Wei's mind.

Suddenly, a very faint cough came from outside the door.

Although the cough was very light, Bai Wei was full of energy now and immediately recognized that it was Xiao Moting's voice.

She froze for a moment, then immediately rolled out of bed and rushed to the door.

Bai Wei pulled the door open.

"Xiao Moting!"

The damp, cold rain mist rushed onto her face.

Under the eaves next to the door stood a tall figure.

Xiao Moting was holding his Long Blade, leaning against the wall by the door, staring blankly at the curtain of rain in the distance; he was caught off guard when he saw Bai Wei rush out of the door, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Bai, why are you still not asleep?"

The rain was falling heavily, and the narrow eaves could not block his figure at all; strings of rainwater dripped down like broken beads.

Half of Xiao Moting's body was almost soaked through, his black martial attire clinging wetly to him, and a few water droplets clung to his handsome face.

Seeing him soaked by the rain, Bai Wei became anxious.

"Xiao Moting, didn't you say you were sleeping in the room next door?"

"Why are you standing here?"

"The rain is so heavy, you're standing outside in the wind; what will you do if you catch a cold?"

At this moment, Xiao Moting also reacted.

He raised his hand to wipe the rainwater off his face and explained.

"Bai, you are sleeping here alone, and I was afraid there might be an accident at night."

"So, I stood outside the door to keep watch. Did my coughing just now disturb your sleep? My apologies."

"If you find it troublesome, I will stand further away..."

The night was cold and chilly; he had already been standing there for over two hours, his whole body soaked through by the rain, yet his deep black eyes remained as bright as stars.

Bai Wei felt a pang of heartache, and before he could finish speaking, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room with force.

"Xiao Moting, come in."

She held his hand, and it felt ice-cold to the touch.

Xiao Moting was caught off guard and was suddenly pulled into the room by her.

His tall figure stood at the doorway, his handsome face stained with rainwater and slightly flushed.

"This... a lone man and a lone woman in the same room; if I enter your room rashly, I fear it will damage your reputation if word gets out."

"What reputation or no reputation." Bai Wei feigned a glare at him, "Don't forget, everyone knows we are husband and wife; are you still afraid of being with me?"

Xiao Moting's handsome face revealed a rare trace of embarrassment.

"But... you have not yet crossed the threshold, so I cannot enter your room so casually."

Bai Wei stretched out her finger and pointed at the pitch-black garden outside the door.

"If you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know?"

"Besides, if you stand outside all night and catch a high fever tomorrow, who will accompany me to go shopping?"

Xiao Moting hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

"Alright then, Bai, excuse the intrusion."

The wind carrying rain blew into the room.

Bai Wei hurriedly walked to the door and called out loudly for a maid.

A maid responded and hurried over.

"Miss, may I ask what your instructions are?"

Bai Wei said, "Bring two charcoal braziers over, and make sure to add plenty of charcoal."

"Yes."

Candles were lit in the room, the light dim and yellow.

Xiao Moting stood in the middle of the room, feeling somewhat restrained.

The maid worked quickly, and before long, she brought over two charcoal braziers.

Fearing the maid would see Xiao Moting, Bai Wei instructed the maid to place the charcoal braziers by the door.

After the maid left, she brought the charcoal braziers over herself.

The glowing red charcoal braziers had fires burning fiercely.

Bai Wei placed the charcoal braziers on the floor and said without raising her head.

"Xiao Moting, hurry and take off your wet clothes, then sit by these charcoal braziers to warm yourself."

"I will help you dry your clothes, and you can put them back on later, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Xiao Moting was stunned, "Take... take off my clothes?"

"What, are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Bai Wei feigned a glare at him, "I've already seen what you look like without clothes! Rest assured, I won't take advantage of you."

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything; after these words, Xiao Moting's handsome face burned even hotter like a fire, and his whole body stiffened.

He had almost forgotten about that incident.

When Bai Wei was changing his Bandage, she had even touched his abdominal muscles several times.

At this moment, Bai Wei chuckled again, "Not only have I seen them, I've touched them too; I didn't expect you to be so well-trained, you actually have eight-pack abs..."

"Bai, I will take them off." Xiao Moting felt so restless that he hurriedly spoke to interrupt Bai Wei's words.

If she continued to speak, he feared he would have no choice but to flee in a panic.

With his back to Bai Wei, Xiao Moting took off his outer garment, then took off his white inner garment.

Both pieces of clothing were soaked through, to the point where water could practically be wrung out of them.

Bai Wei snuck a glance and couldn't help but smile to herself.

The ancients were just so prone to blushing; Xiao Moting was actually getting shy just from taking off his top.

The man had a tall build, with a figure proportioned to perfection—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a lean, athletic physique.

This physique was simply a hundred out of a hundred.

The only slight imperfection was that there were several scars on his back, all of which were old wounds.