Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 468 Mei Jiu Niang's Plea

late at night.

Lin Chen lay on the large bed in Mei Jiu Niang's room, his whole body weak, his waist and legs aching, as if he had been disassembled and reassembled, or as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Mei Jiuniang lay on Lin Chen's chest, her fingers slowly tracing patterns on his body.

The fingertips, imbued with a subtle spiritual energy, pressed onto the acupoints with just the right amount of pressure, creating a tingling and numb sensation.

That is a closely guarded secret of the Hehuan Sect.

When it comes to serving others, the Hehuan Sect is second to none.

Mei Jiu Niang's fingers pushed from Lin Chen's shoulder to his chest, and from his chest to his lower abdomen, each movement incredibly precise, as if they had eyes.

Lin Chen's originally tired body gradually recovered, and the soreness, swelling, and fatigue gradually dissipated by about 70-80%.

"Your technique..." Lin Chen's voice was even a little lazy.

"Is it comfortable?" Mei Jiu Niang's voice was as soft as cotton candy.

"Um."

"There are even more comfortable ones."

Mei Jiu Niang reached down, but Lin Chen stopped her.

Mei Jiu Niang raised her head, and the moonlight shone through the window onto her face.

Those eyes were watery, carrying three parts grievance, three parts coquettishness, three parts "you dare not let me touch you" and the remaining part a mischievous smile.

Lin Chen smiled helplessly and loosened his grip.

Mei Jiu Niang lowered her head and continued.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

It must be admitted that this woman is a genius when it comes to serving people.

Just when Lin Chen felt like he was about to fall apart, Mei Jiu Niang finally stopped.

She nestled back against Lin Chen's chest, her fingers slowly drawing circles.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming steady, and he was about to fall asleep.

Mei Jiu Niang suddenly spoke: "Lin Chen."

Lin Chen did not respond.

Mei Jiu Niang called again, "Lin Chen, are you asleep?"

The voice was soft, but carried a seriousness that Lin Chen had never heard before.

Lin Chen still didn't respond.

Mei Jiu Niang raised her head and looked at Lin Chen's face.

The moonlight shone on Lin Chen's face, revealing his long eyelashes, high nose bridge, slightly pursed lips, and steady breathing; he truly looked as if he were asleep.

But Mei Jiu Niang knew that Lin Chen was not asleep. He could fake his breathing, but he couldn't fake his heartbeat.

She pressed her face against Lin Chen's chest again, her voice muffled: "I know you're not asleep."

Lin Chen opened his eyes and looked at the top of the tent.

The curtains were light purple, and through the overhead light, one could see the hazy, indistinct shadows cast by the moonlight.

"I have something to tell you." Mei Jiu Niang's voice softened, carrying a hint of pleading.

"Can you help my master?"

Lin Chen looked down at Mei Jiu Niang, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Are you pimping for your master?"

Mei Jiu Niang playfully punched Lin Chen, not hard, just like a tickle:

"Don't say it so harshly."

Mei Jiu Niang raised her head, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight, looking intently at Lin Chen:

"Although my master is almost two thousand years old, the lifespan of a celestial being is three thousand years, so it's not that old."

Moreover, she is the most beautiful woman in Zhongzhou. Cultivating with her will bring you great satisfaction in terms of cultivation level, physical well-being, and mental well-being.

Why wouldn't you do it?

Lin Chen rolled his eyes, thinking to himself:

Now that I'm a Saint Venerable, I don't know who's getting the better deal or who's playing whom.

Lin Chen simply closed his eyes and remained silent.

Seeing that Lin Chen didn't speak, Mei Jiu Niang snuggled closer to him, like a spoiled cat.

Lin Chen's neck was tickled by his hair, and he muttered to himself:

"Just agree, you won't lose anything. My master is so beautiful, and her charm is several times better than mine. You definitely won't be disappointed."

Lin Chen remained silent.

Mei Jiu Niang sighed, her tone softening:

"I know you don't want to, and I didn't force you, I just..."

Mei Jiu Niang paused, then lowered her voice.

"I just feel sorry for my master. She has single-handedly supported the Hehuan Sect for over a thousand years. It's been too long. I want someone to help her."

Lin Chen gently patted Mei Jiu Niang's back twice with his fingers.

Mei Jiu Niang buried her face in Lin Chen's chest, her voice muffled:

"Never mind, I'm not going to talk about it anymore, I'm going to sleep."

After a while, Mei Jiu Niang thought Lin Chen had fallen asleep, so she quietly raised her head to look at him and found that he was staring at the top of the tent with his eyes open.

Mei Jiu Niang bit her lip, then suddenly flipped over and pressed down on him, placing her hands on either side of Lin Chen and looking down at him.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

Mei Jiu Niang leaned down and whispered five words in Lin Chen's ear.

Lin Chen's pupils dilated slightly.

He took a deep breath and realized he probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

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The candles in Yan Ruyu's room had gone out.

She sat cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed.

The night was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the chirping of insects outside the window and the faint sound of string and wind instruments in the distance.

She was meditating, but the noises coming from Mei Jiu Niang's room kept getting into her ears.

Yan Ruyu opened her eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

She could guess that Mei Jiu Niang had deliberately removed the soundproofing array and that it was her intention.

It's great to be young; you can do whatever you want. Unlike her, she's almost out of energy to even try.

Yan Ruyu closed her eyes again, but her brows furrowed slightly.

It wasn't irritability, but something indescribable surging in my chest.

Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, ripples spread out and linger for a long time.

Yan Ruyu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The instability in breathing is not a problem of cultivation level, but a problem of the mind.

She opened her eyes and looked at the moon outside the window.

The moon was round and bright, and its light shone on her face, obscuring her expression.

But her hand, resting on her knee, had her fingers curled slightly.

Yan Ruyu recalled what Mei Jiu Niang had just said—those words were spoken through the wall, but she heard them clearly.

"My master is so beautiful," the disciple said on her behalf.

This apprentice may have a careless mouth, but he remembers everything.

Yan Ruyu shook her head, closed her eyes, and entered a meditative state again, shutting off her six senses and no longer paying attention to the movements over there.

She has lived for nearly two thousand years and has seen all kinds of storms.

Let the young people do their thing.

She had her own affairs to worry about—her cultivation, the Hehuan Sect, and the young man who refused to cultivate with her.

She breathed a sigh of relief when Lin Chen rejected her.

It's not that I don't want to live, it's that I don't want to live that way.

But now, she suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Yan Ruyu sighed softly, so softly that only she could hear it.