"So miserable?" Ye Ziāan was beginning to suspect if Yang Chuxia was lying to him.
"Of course." Yang Chuxia yawned and murmured, "The main thing is, we donāt have a beautiful, thoughtful, and innocent guy like you over there. Youāre like a rare animal where I come from."
Ye Ziāan found the first part amusing, but when it got to the part about being an "animal," he couldnāt help but sweat.
"If youāre tired, go to sleep earlier, my dear."
"Hmm, I will." Yang Chuxia said, sliding off him and muttering, "I still need to eat more and gain some weight, this doesnāt feel satisfying to touch."
Faced with such obvious teasing, if he didnāt have any reaction, he should start questioning whether there was something wrong with himself.
"My dear, why donāt you sleep a bit later? Exercise will make your sleep sweeter."
Upon hearing those words, Yang Chuxia opened her sleepy eyes again, seeing that Ye Ziāanās eyes had taken on a slightly seductive look.
She smacked his hand with exasperation, "Stop thinking about nonsense, itās not suitable for you right now."
"No way? Do I still have to continue being a monk?" Ye Ziāan bemoaned. Ever since he got poisoned, he hadnāt been happy, and now he still couldnāt? He was almost convinced he was doomed.
"What are you complaining about? Iāve been living like a nun myself, so weāre even." Yang Chuxia was speechless. Could she admit that thereās not a moment she hated that Prince Le more than now?
What kind of stupid poison did he give? Itās not considerate at all. Even an aphrodisiac would have been better than this.
"My dear." Ye Ziāan tugged at her sleeve, "Monks and nuns are a pair by nature, why donāt we sneak a taste of the forbidden fruit while the Master isnāt around?"
"..." Yang Chuxia was stunned, then burst out laughing, "Haha..."
"Wow, Xiaoāan, could you be any funnier? Sneak a taste of the forbidden fruit? You go ahead, Iām not keeping you company." Yang Chuxia ruffled his soft hair and giggled, "Endure it, young man!"
"Aww..." Upon hearing this, Ye Ziāan rolled around on the bed, then with a mess of hair asked Yang Chuxia impatiently, "Layman Xiaxia, how much longer must this little monk abstain?"
Yang Chuxia suppressed her laughter and said, "Mu Shaoling said you canāt do anything that would harm your inner energy for at least three months. Iāve calculated, you need to endure for over a month more."
"Pfft..." Hearing this, Ye Ziāan buried his face, then after a while, he looked up and said, "My dear, this monk is about to bleed to death from frustration. You decide what to do."
Yang Chuxia glanced at him indifferently, "Want me to give you two ice cubes?"
"Sigh..." Ye Ziāan let out a long sigh, and finally said, "When I catch Prince Le one day, I swear Iāll give him medicine that makes him impotent and piss him off."
The corner of Yang Chuxiaās mouth twitched slightly, she didnāt respond, just closed her eyes and continued to sleep. She was genuinely tired, and no matter how much the person beside her tossed and turned, she slept soundly.
A good nightās sleep.
Except that the moment she opened her eyes the next day, she saw right into a pair of deep eyes, with dark circles below them.
"Wow, did you go out stealing last night? How did you end up with panda eyes?"
"This time, Iām at odds with Prince Le, till death do us part!" Ye Ziāan continued to murmur gloomily, then jumped out of bed and hurried to get dressed.
He was so fast that Yang Chuxia didnāt even have time to react.
By the time she came to her senses, he had already walked out the door, "Haha... Oh my! Thatās hilarious..."