My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 634 - 420: I Like You the Most

In the night, the ground was covered with corpses, and the walls were stained with blood—marks left by the sword.

The disheveled man spat out a mouthful of blood.

Slowly, he sheathed his sword, walked down one alley after another, and finally sat down before the side door of a temple.

He knocked heavily on the door, and a young woman, barely eighteen years old, appeared. Upon seeing him covered in blood, she let out an "Ah!" and was about to scream, but quick as lightning, he used his sword wrapped in cloth to silence her.

After calming down, the woman asked, "Why have you returned in this state? Hurry inside, don't let anyone see you! If anyone sees you, it'll be trouble."

The man adjusted the baby in his arms.

The woman glanced at the baby and asked, "Dead?"

He shook his head.

"Not dead?" she asked again.

He shook his head once more.

"You don't know?"

He nodded, shifted his body, and went into the temple. Sitting against the wall on the ground, he took the baby wrapped in cloth and stared at it for a long while.

His fingertip pressed against the baby's fontanel, channeling threads of True Qi into it. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Fluid spurted from the baby's nose and ears.

The man stared directly at the infant. The woman took a casual glance and was shocked; within those ferocious eyes, hope unexpectedly surfaced.

"Wah… wah…"

After an unknown amount of time, faint crying echoed in the darkness—a feeble, helpless sound, yet full of vitality.

"Hoo… hoo…"

The Lonely Smoke Sword opened its gaping mouth, its voice muddled. Under the cold moonlight, its gaunt silhouette stretched long.

In the sticky night, the man, drenched in blood and clutching the almost-drowned infant,

howled like a wolf.

...…

...…

Without realizing it, the night had turned to the fifth watch.

Skin fair with a red tint spilled through the gaps of his fingers, smooth and flawless like jade. The woman in his arms was weak and breathless, lying against him, her voice thin and faint. Chen Yi held her gently, trying his best to be tender.

The candlelight had just extinguished, leaving only the serene moonlight to illuminate the room. The man and woman nestled closely together. Yin Weiyin lay drowsily, drained of all strength, her soft hips covered with a lamb's wool quilt. Though burdened by unspeakable discomfort, she still lifted her hand to trace circles on his chest.

Seeing Chen Yi looking at her, Yin Weiyin didn't even have the strength to shiver. She muttered:

"…Don't… ever again."

Compared to the fleeting physical pain, what was harder to endure was the humiliation to her soul. Although she was often bullied by Chen Yi, even if one were to add up a hundred times of her rolling her eyes, it wouldn't compare to this tea-making incident.

Chen Yi furrowed his brows and said:

"You were restless. I said before, if there's a next time, I won't hold back."

Yin Weiyin weakly responded, "No… no next time."

Chen Yi neither nodded nor shook his head, leaving it ambiguous.

Whether Yin Weiyin truly wouldn't have a next time, she naturally would say so at the moment, but she had always been a woman who lacked foresight—even marriage hadn't changed that. Speaking of this punishment, it was less a lesson than an excuse he exploited. Initially, seeing her try to harm the woman getting close to him had indeed annoyed him slightly, but at the end of the day, those antics were harmless. Leaning in, he caught a faint scent from her neck. This time, the flavor was truly pleasing.

As if she sensed it, she tilted her head to rest against his shoulder.

Chen Yi held her in his arms and asked softly, "Still hurts?"

"A little," Yin Weiyin glanced at him, "The worst pain is in here."

"You have the nerve to say that." Chen Yi kissed her forehead.

Noticing his gentle actions, Yin Weiyin raised her face and complained, "You promised you'd console me…"

Chen Yi chuckled, not rushing to respond directly, but instead said: "Look at you, trying to hurt others and yourself—didn't you end up causing harm to no one but yourself?"

"I…"

Yin Weiyin's emotions stirred. She wanted to argue but felt it pointless; even if she did, what difference would it make? He wouldn't listen. She didn't want to dwell on it. Feeling the faint ache and remembering the details, she instead asked:

"Have you… done this with anyone else?"

Chen Yi was taken aback for a moment, wholly surprised that the Great Yin could be so perceptive in this regard.

Even in this state, she was jealous. Indeed, there is no such thing as a woman who doesn't get jealous. Chen Yi sighed inwardly, his eyes betraying a hint of recollection. If he were to be honest, Qin Qingluo was truly the first.

Seeing his eyes avert her gaze, Yin Weiyin growled:

"I knew it…

The first time for everything with you wasn't mine, but everything of mine… was yours…"

Hearing these words, Chen Yi's heart instantly softened. He gently rubbed her back and said tenderly:

"She wasn't as good as you, not even close. Don't be so petty. Petty women tend to be very thin."

"Why thin?"

"Because they're always eating vinegar."

Yin Weiyin froze for a moment, both amused and annoyed. Just as she was about to reply, Chen Yi leaned down and kissed her.

Finally, Chen Yi whispered: "Don't just eat vinegar."

Yin Weiyin, sensing his affection, spoke softly: "Then what if I insist on eating vinegar?"

"Even if all you eat is vinegar, I'd still like you very much."

In the end, he did console her.

Yin Weiyin's heart rippled. Calming her emotions a bit, she asked, "Who was it?"

Chen Yi knew what she meant. "Qin Qingluo."

Those three words fell upon her ears, and the female crown exhaled deeply.

Then, as if in search of confirmation, Yin Weiyin asked again: "Aside from Qin Qingluo, there's no one else, right? Not… Tingxue, surely?"

Chen Yi was slightly puzzled by her implication. Naturally, he hadn't treated the little fox this way—she was too fragile, timid and endearing, evoking his protection rather than aggression. Thinking this, he nodded.

Watching his response, Yin Weiyin pressed herself closer. Now, after the event, she faintly realized Chen Yi seemed more like he exploited the excuse than genuinely punished her. Rather than punishment, it seemed he desired her in that way. Ultimately, his attachment to her was too deep; otherwise, why didn't he treat Yin Tingxue the same way but rather chose to torment her?

The female crown's delicate nose tilted upward.

Thinking back, she realized he had loved her much longer than Yin Tingxue.

What girlfriend nonsense,

It all seemed so outdated.

Reflecting further, she whispered: "Say it… Say 'I like you the most,' so I can hear it."

Her tone carried a hint of command. Chen Yi furrowed his brows lightly, amused. "I don't want to say it."

"I… I've given you this much, and it still hurts there," Yin Weiyin naturally slipped his hand into her embrace, "You're not even willing to say a single word?"

"…Alight then… I like you the most."

"How much?"

"Like the morning mushroom and the cicada."

"What…" Yin Weiyin paused, then remembered—it was something she'd once said when they first met.

"Morning mushrooms do not know the waxing and waning moon, cicadas do not know the spring and autumn—they like as much as an Immortal who foolishly flaunted those words before me, only to later marry me as my wife. That's how much, like a morning mushroom and a cicada, not knowing how deeply I like her."

Yin Weiyin's face immediately turned bright red. She pressed her lips and lowered her head, recalling their first encounter. Embarrassed enough to want to vanish into the floor, yet her heart brimmed with warmth, swirling with contradictory feelings.

She exhaled heavily for a long while before finally muttering a single request,

"…Tomorrow, make me a bowl of silver ear soup. There's silver ear prepared here already."

Finished, she pulled up the quilt to cover her head and buried herself to sleep.