Was it you that night?-Chapter 70 - She Woke Up to Find a Man in Her Bed

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: She Woke Up to Find a Man in Her Bed

Chapter 70 -70: She Woke Up to Find a Man in Her Bed

Shen Qinghe used the sword scabbard as a shield, trying to block Yan Changsheng’s thunderous blow, but at the moment she was just a mortal, and although she evaded a few moves awkwardly, Yan Changsheng’s inner strength was profound, and he soon struck her right shoulder.

She staggered back several steps, her vision turning dark, feeling the blood surge within her, unable to refrain from vomiting several mouthfuls of blood.

The Wuya Sword wanted to support Shen Qinghe, but being just a sword, it could only watch helplessly as Shen Qinghe coughed up blood and fainted.

It rubbed its hilt against Shen Qinghe’s face; the girl’s blood from the corner of her lips adhered to the hilt and meandered down into the blade, vanishing while emitting a faint golden glow…

When Shen Qinghe came to again, she was already back in the bridal chamber; the night had deepened, and the room was quiet, but the internal injuries she had sustained during the day were no longer serious.

Yet, she was still weak and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Dongfang Wuya emerged from the body of the sword after she had fallen asleep, his body bare, climbed onto the bed, and then drew the delicate body of the girl into his embrace.

He thought the master smelled nice and felt soft; holding her was so comfortable.

His whole body felt hot, and he desired to touch his master, so acting on his inner desire, he kissed her face over and over again and then nuzzled her soft, fragrant lips.

Shen Qinghe felt like she couldn’t breathe, but she was so tired and weary that she couldn’t manage to open her eyes.

When she awoke again, the sunshine outside was brilliant; the light sifted through the intricate patterns of the window, casting swaying shadows.

She tried to struggle up but noticed a heavy weight on her body; it was then that she felt something was amiss. When she realized a man’s arm was draped over her, she screamed.

“Master…” The man murmured against her neck in a muffled voice.

“You, who are you? Release me this instant, otherwise, I will make you pay!!” Shen Qinghe’s voice trembled.

Even if this were the Illusory Realm, she couldn’t let a strange man take advantage of her chastity.

“Master, I am Wuya,” Dongfang Wuya said, clutching Shen Qinghe tighter as if wishing he could meld her into his body. “How could Master not recognize me?”

Shen Qinghe was shocked: “You’re the Wuya Sword?”

With some effort, she pushed away the man lying on top of her, only to see Dongfang Wuya’s face that could captivate any being. Most terrifyingly, he was stark naked, not a single piece of clothing on him!!

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That sight was blinding; she was afraid of getting styes, so she shut her eyes at once, her voice trembling, “You, put on your clothes!!”

She rolled out of bed in a flurry and hastened out of the bridal chamber, only to find that two maids had collapsed on the ground. Without a doubt, it was Dongfang Wuya’s doing; if a sword could have a sword spirit, then felling a mere two maids was as easy as could be.

She was just about to wake the maids up when the naked man hugged her from behind, his head resting against her neck, heavy, nearly crushing her frail mortal frame.

She told herself to remain calm; Dongfang Wuya had just gained consciousness, she shouldn’t be too harsh on him, but how could she keep calm when the man’s long bare legs were closely pressed against her body?

“Does Master dislike me now?” Dongfang Wuya couldn’t bear being yelled at by Shen Qinghe.

He liked his master so much, how could his master not like him?

Shen Qinghe was so agitated her face turned red. She tried to communicate with him, “Wuya, put on your clothes first. You’re now a man, you can’t get too close to me.”

“Why can’t I get too close? I like Master, and Master must like me too!” Dongfang Wuya found the scent on the girl so enticing, he stared at her slender and fair neck, and without restraint, he bit down.

The flesh was also fragrant, compelling him to bite and lick further.

Shen Qinghe stood rigidly with a blank face, desperately clutching the man’s wrist and pushing him away forcefully, “If you don’t get dressed, I won’t want you!”

“I don’t have clothes,” Dongfang Wuya said aggrieved as he walked up to Shen Qinghe and asked, “Don’t I look good? Why won’t Master look at Wuya?”

Shen Qinghe, seeing a stark-naked man approaching, covered her eyes in fright.

Such a Dongfang Wuya was too scary; couldn’t he just turn back into a sword?

Dongfang Wuya’s small heart was hurt by Shen Qinghe’s reaction, and he forcefully pulled away her hands covering her eyes. Shen Qinghe, resenting her inability to match his strength, had no choice but to compromise, closing her eyes and pleading with a trembling voice, “Please, can you put on some clothes?”

This kind of fortune was too much for her to bear!

“Master ought to look at me first, then I’ll get dressed, otherwise I won’t!!” Dongfang Wuya was full of dominance, with no consciousness of being a sword.

Shen Qinghe felt that he was the real master here, so assertive.

She tried to open her eyes and quietly gaze at the devilishly handsome male face before her, keeping her eyes fixed on his face and not sneaking glances at his body.

Seeing that Shen Qinghe finally looked at him, Wuya’s face broke into a delightful smile, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with spring passion, exuberantly bursting forth, a broad smile from a man that was so beautiful it made one’s heart tremble.

“Master, do I look good?” Dongfang Wuya leaned in closer, his lips a rosy red, reminiscent of peach blossom petals.

Shen Qinghe’s heart skipped a beat, her head tilting back as she replied without conscience, “So-so, I guess. You’d probably look very good if you were dressed!”

“I don’t have clothes to wear, and Master’s clothes are too small for me!” Dongfang Wuya replied, feeling aggrieved.

“It’s my fault. How about you go back into the sword for now, and I’ll go find you some clothes?” Shen Qinghe proposed gently.

Dongfang Wuya shook his head, “I don’t want to!”

“Then, how about you go back to the room and wait while I go find you some clothes?” Shen Qinghe felt as if she had found a master in her Sword Spirit.

Wuya stepped forward and hugged Shen Qinghe tightly, even nuzzling her, “I don’t want to, I want to be with Master all the time.”

Shen Qinghe felt like her chest was being crushed. Why did she, a single woman, have to bear this?

What a lousy Illusory Realm, utterly without limits.

“No, it’s not okay. If you get seen naked by others, I’ll lose face because of you. Remember, you are now a person, and people cannot be seen naked by others; otherwise, you’ll be dirty. You have to be good and listen; I won’t like a dirty Wuya.” Shen Qinghe finished in one breath, looking heavenward wordlessly. What nonsense was she babbling just now?

Who knew that the man embracing her would take her words a step further, “Is it like how Yan Changsheng became dirty after being seen and touched by other women?”

“Exactly, you’re smart. So you have to stay clean for me to like you,” Shen Qinghe struggled to smile.

The next moment, the man let her go, ran back to her bed, and burrowed under the covers, revealing only his stunning face: “I’ll wait for Master to bring me some clothes!”

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Mr. Wuya: No, this Lascivious Sword is definitely not me!!

Qinghe Tea’s Vapors: It is you~