Chapter 390: The Qing-Content Seriously Exceeds the Limit

"Big shots, I'll be heading off first."

"Alright, alright, take care."

"See you tomorrow."

After Chen Shu finished speaking, he bent his legs and leaped lightly; his entire body soared into the air with a *poof* sound, leaving behind only a crowd of envious classmates.

Although the internship base was also in Yujing, the school was on the far west side while the base was outside the city to the east. Yujing was a massive, flat city, and the straight-line distance was at least several dozen kilometers; taking a detour made it even further. With the morning and evening rush hours being congested, no form of transportation was convenient for commuting. Therefore, the vast majority of students chose to live in the Dormitory provided by the base. The conditions weren't great, but the advantage was that the group lived together, allowing for communication at night.

The only way to commute conveniently was to not use any transportation at all.

Chen Shu skirted along the edge of Yujing for half a circle, even bypassing the Imperial Capital Airport and a military Forbidden Zone in the process. Thanks to the navigator, otherwise, he likely wouldn't have known that the plain-looking stretch of forest was actually a no-fly zone.

The night breeze was cool, and the whistling wind became pleasant to the ear. The sweet voice of Crown Princess Zhusha came through the bone-conduction earphones, making one's mood full of Joy.

Fifteen minutes later.

"You have reached the end of the flight path. Please land immediately. The destination is two kilometers away; please switch to another mode of transportation. Before you turn it off, the Shenxing Map and Crown Princess Zhusha will continue to navigate for you."

Chen Shu dove down, but he did not land. Instead, imitating Zhang Suannai, he suppressed the fluctuations of his Spirit Power and, using the cover of the night, lowered his speed to fly close to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The suburbs were spacious, with no high-rises, few cars, and few people.

Chen Shu's figure drifted through the night sky like a ghost, and the bats of the summer night scattered to avoid him.

He soon returned to the small courtyard.

Too lazy to open and close the gate, he simply vaulted over the wall to get in.

The little girl happened to be taking a walk in the courtyard. There was no telling what she was trying to accomplish; she was just pacing in circles with extremely slow steps, hands behind her back, head tilted up, and a blank expression on her face. Even Taozi, watching from the side, felt bewildered.

Seeing the person vault over the wall, she still had no expression and continued her pacing, only turning her head to stare at her brother-in-law: "Brother-in-law, are you done with your internship?"

"..."

He had only gone this afternoon; how could he possibly be done with the internship?

However, this little girl had grown up with Qingqing and, influenced by her, her brain was also a bit problematic... Thus, Chen Shu didn't point out her flaw and just asked, puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"It's so late."

"It's only nine o'clock."

"Who walks in circles in the courtyard at nine o'clock?"

"Me."

"... You're honest, at least."

"Yes."

"Thinking about what?"

"Sister assigned me a pile of homework, and there's a part that has me stumped." The little girl was expressionless. "I can't sleep until I get rid of it."

"Qingqing is truly hateful..."

"Beat her!"

"Fine! I'm going right now!"

After Chen Shu finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the house, moving with a gust of wind.

The little girl continued pacing, but she turned her head, her gaze following his figure the whole time like an emotionless motion-capture machine. Only when her brother-in-law disappeared from her sight did she retract her gaze, with no intention of following to check.

Fake, it's all fake.

In this world, except for her, no one dared to challenge the Great Demon King Sister. Except for her, who would become very strong in the future, no one could defeat the Great Demon King Sister.

Qingqing was dressed in traditional attire, looking ethereal, sitting in the very center of the bed, eyes closed in cultivation. Her pleated skirt was spread neatly on the bed like a flower, completely covering her lower body from view. She wore light gauze over her upper body and no ceremonial cape; she looked pure and transcendent, as if she were about to ascend.

Chen Shu sensed the Spirit Power fluctuations surrounding her and couldn't help but be stunned: "What are you doing?"

Ning Qing slowly opened her eyes:

"It's obvious."

"Well, well, Secretary Ning, I only went to the internship base to check in, and you're already cultivating alone behind my back." Chen Shu looked incredulous. "What happened to the promise of knowing each other, accompanying each other, and never leaving each other? You're actually secretly grinding without me!"

"..."

"What about the trust between a couple?"

"..."

"How long have you been cultivating?"

"Four hours."

"Cough!"

Chen Shu clutched his chest, his heart aching.

Ning Qing still looked at him, her eyes indifferent: "What did you do at the base today?"

"Nothing much." Chen Shu lowered his hand from his chest, his expression returning to normal. "Just went over some precautions, the internship process, and things like that—much like a regular class meeting. Then we were divided into groups, and our monitor told me to just slack off every day."

"You got your wish."

"That's right."

Chen Shu leaned in close to her and tipped his body over, collapsing onto the bed. His face happened to bury itself into her pleated skirt covered by the cicada-wing light gauze; it smelled so good, and his voice became muffled: "Why did you decide to change into this outfit today?"

"Do I need a reason to wear clothes?"

"Of course."

"Then..." Ning Qing thought for a moment, "I felt like you'd like it."

"Then why didn't you wear it during the day?"

"You have too many questions."

"Still not used to it?"

"Slap!"

"Fine! I'll talk back to you, and you just hit me!"

"……"

"I'm calling the police right now to report you for domestic violence!"

"How did you get back?"

"Flew back, of course!" Chen Shu turned his head slightly, peering at her from below, "What, trying to change the subject?"

"Violating the flight ban." Ning Qing remained sitting cross-legged on the bed, her upper body straight, letting him rest his head on her lap while she reached out to rub his hair; the short stubble always gave her a uniquely interesting tactile sensation, "You're going to be detained."

"……"

Chen Shu's expression was complicated.

This woman was so scheming; as simple as he was, how could he ever outplay her?

Chen Shu brushed away the hand she was using to rub his "dog head," rolled over to sit up, and asked her again: "Have you started comprehending the Sense of Body?"

"……"

Ning Qing stared at him expressionlessly, saying nothing.

"Looks like you have."

"I haven't."

"Hmm, that's a real pity." Chen Shu pressed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, "You've lost a precious opportunity to experience it tonight."

"Go wash up."

"I am already a Seven-Tier Cultivator."

"Fragrant."

"……"

Chen Shu got up helplessly.

Ever since Secretary Ning comprehended the Sense of Smell, she seemed to have developed a bit of a craving for fragrance.

A Seven-Tier Cultivator's body undergoes significant changes and does not easily secrete grime. Although it can still be stained by small specks of dust from the outside world, it is very easy to clean off; a single pulse of Spirit Power and everything is gone. Chen Shu now had a buzz cut, so his hair no longer easily hid dirt, and his mouth had the Ultrasonic Teeth Cleaning Technique, so even without washing up, his body was very clean. But that one word, "fragrant," had stumped him.

Senior Brother Ji is still not quite there; he doesn't even know how to develop a Spell that can impart fragrance. If he developed one, it would definitely cause a sensation in the world of Spells.

Chen Shu thought to himself while washing up.

A moment later.

Chen Shu returned to the bed and began his pre-sleep intimacy with his girlfriend.

……

Ning Qing closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

Quietly feeling his embrace, which made her feel warm and at ease; quietly feeling his touch, every inch bringing a sensation like an electric shock, that numbing feeling seeping from her skin deep into her body, making her feel as if she could perceive the distribution of her nerves, and seeping all the way into her heart; quietly feeling his kisses, the damp, hot entanglement filled with the pure and heavy love between a man and a woman; quietly feeling his strength, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, as if narrating the changes in his emotions.

Ning Qing also held him quietly, at first only wrapping her arms around his neck, then later covering his back.

It seemed the night sky was indeed cool; when he had just flown back from outside, his body was cool in the warm room, the temperature stolen away by the wind. Now that the room had gradually cooled under the influence of the air conditioner, his body had become warm again.

Ning Qing had not lied—

She truly had not started cultivating just now.

She was only starting now.

Chen Shu's hands were becoming increasingly restless.

This person seemed to think she was exceptionally quiet today, as if she were deeply immersed in kissing him, so even though she wasn't cultivating the Sense of Body, he wanted to take the opportunity to take more advantage.

Heh, naive thought.

If it were any other time, she would certainly have refused him.

Ning Qing kept her eyes closed and did not move, her expression as calm as usual, her heart still steady.

She only felt his palms wandering, measuring the body that had grown up alongside his, even peeling away her clothes one by one, the traditional light gauze falling onto the floor beneath the bed, while she only quietly felt his physique, feeling the wonderful tactile sensation of being touched by the person she loved.

Chen Shu's palms were slightly rough, but his back was smooth.

His body had hard muscles, yet also soft places.

The so-called Sense of Body is the Sense of Touch.

The physical differences between men and women, the softness and smoothness, body temperature when cold, coolness when hot, the weight of strength, and the various pleasant touches of clothing and garments, can make all living beings delight in them without satiety.

After a long time, the person lying on top of her finally came to his senses, lifted his head to look at her, and asked: "Have you started cultivating the Sense of Body?"

Ning Qing did not want to answer, only holding him without speaking.

This person seemed to have already received his answer.

"Then let's..."

"No."

This sentence, however, had to be answered.

Ning Qing opened her eyes, her gaze clear.

"Why?"

"……" Ning Qing's gaze softened, her tone also turning gentle, still holding him, "Not tonight."

"Why?"

"If we complete the final step directly, then I won't be able to patiently and calmly experience everything in between," Ning Qing said to him in a soft voice, "This principle is what you taught me."

"Then..."

"The last day."

"Are you serious?"

"Mm."

"Then you must remind me."

"......"

Ning Qing closed her eyes again, only holding him tighter.

Chen Shu focused on this all night, ignoring the passage of time. By the time Ning Qing pushed him away and told him it was time to sleep, the night was already deep, the crescent moon had long since risen to a place where the window could not reach, and the world outside the window was completely silent.

It was impossible to perform Daily Cultivation at this hour.

Chen Shu felt uncomfortable all over for a moment.

Daily Cultivation was a habit that had been hard-won; since the habit had been formed, if he didn't do it for a day, he always felt like something was missing. Moreover, if it was broken today, who knows if it would have to be broken again tomorrow? In the long run, that would be a loss of one hundred million.

This Secretary Ning was indeed deep and calculating; she had finished her Daily Cultivation early all by herself and didn't even remind him.

"......"

While thinking this, Chen Shu drifted into dreamland.

The first day that Daily Cultivation was interrupted.