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The Wedding Night
‘Dear God, I now have a crazy husband,’ Lina thought, sighing deeply as Dongfang Qingcang carefully lowered her body to the ground outside her grand house. Her mind raced as she looked at him with disbelief and frustration, and her chaotic state only added to her irritation. Her once flawless makeup had smudged, her hair was a tangled mess, and the beautiful white wedding dress became stained with dirt at the bottom. She reflected on the situation with a tinge of irritation and scoffed, thinking, ‘This was not the wedding I had imagined.’
Qingcang caught the scoff that escaped Lina’s lips, and he could not ignore the intensity of her gaze. Sensing her mounting anger, he raised an eyebrow, his eyes growing cold. His curiosity piqued, he inquired, “What?”
“Hmph! Couldn’t you have waited a bit longer?” Lina retorted impatiently, placing her hands on her hips, her breath ragged with frustration.
Qingcang sneered, his voice bitter: “I’ve waited for this moment since the day I entered this world. I’m tired of waiting for you.”
Lina’s eyes widened, her mind racing to decipher Qingcang’s words. ‘What does he mean by this moment? Is he referring to the portal or something else?’ she pondered, trying to make sense of his cryptic statement.
With deliberate steps, Qingcang closed the distance between them, his stride steady and determined. Lina regarded him with a perplexed expression, her brows furrowing in confusion. He towered over her, his tall figure commanding and imposing. Tilting his head slightly, he locked his eyes into hers, his gaze penetrating. In a domineering tone, his voice low and husky, he declared, “Let’s go upstairs.”
‘Upstairs… UPSTAIRS?’ Lina’s mind ran, her eyes quickly widening in shock. Hearing Qingcang’s words, she could not help but recoil in alarm as his sentence echoed in her mind. Her heart raced, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she forced an awkward smile. Her perplexed expression deepened as she struggled to find the right words. “H-hey, Pretty Eyes,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. “We agreed that we wouldn’t engage in—” Her sentence was abruptly cut short, giving him a funny look.
“We’re going to do it now, and that’s final! Do you understand?” Qingcang exclaimed with an authoritative tone, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Feeling defiant, Lina quickly placed her hand before Qingcang’s chest, summoning her courage. With determination, she boldly proclaimed, “Hold it right there, Buster! I’m NOT going to do that with you! Even though you’re my husband, you’re still my friend to me!”
Qingcang’s hand slowly went to Lina’s trembling hand that rested on his chest, gently grasping and holding it. His touch was surprisingly tender, evoking a blush on her cheeks. His eyes softened as he caressed her hand, checking her physical well-being and remembering the importance of her emotional state. In his mind, he realized, ‘I shouldn’t tire her or upset her, or else the portal might not open.’ Clearing his throat, he breathed deeply and explained, “You don’t need to do anything. Just lie down, and I’ll do the rest.”
‘That’s it. He’s NOT talking about the portal!’ Lina panicked internally. Pouting, she sank to the ground outside her grand house and sniffled. Between her sobs, she whined with despair: “My life is ruined. I thought… I could… trust my friend.”
Alarmed by Lina’s emotional state, Qingcang knew her distress would also affect him. Through gritted teeth, he urged, “Stop… crying,” his annoyance multiplying as he felt his eyes well up.
Lina fixed her gaze on the ground, refusing to look up at Qingcang, convinced he would subject her to actions she did not want. Her sobs echoed loudly, reflecting her helplessness at that moment as her makeup became more ruined than it was. Despite her resistance, she realized no one could protect her from him, given his immense power.
Raising an eyebrow in response to Lina’s emotional outpour, Qingcang heaved a heavy sigh and crossed his arms over his chest, visibly irritated with her vulnerability. The tears streaming down his face only darkened his mood further as he wiped them away with the sleeves of his tuxedo. With a hint of exasperation, he demanded an answer, “Are you suddenly unwilling to open the portal?”
Lina’s tears ceased abruptly, her eyes moving left to right, furrowing her eyebrows. ‘Wait…’ she thought, a mixture of emotions washing over her. Confusion mingled with her relief as she realized that Qingcang’s intentions were not as sinister as she had feared. She quickly lifted her head, meeting his scowl, and exclaimed, “Were you talking about the portal this whole time?”
Qingcang blinked. Confusion clouded his expression as he tried to make sense of Lina’s question. ‘What else could I’ve meant?’ he pondered, tilting his head slightly and giving her an impatient look that seemed to say, ‘What do you think?’ He let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration evident.
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Meanwhile, a meaningful conversation took place in the Fairy Realm. Lord Yunzhong, a figure of authority with piercing eyes and a faint smirk playing on his lips, commended a newly transformed being named Yichen. His eyes, cold and narrowed, conveyed both approval and suspicion. “Well done, Yichen,” Yunzhong spoke, his voice laced with calculated satisfaction. “You have awakened fully and instantaneously gained the strength and fighting abilities within you, surpassing all your limitations. It is as if you had never left our world.” With these words, he sought to reassure himself that Yichen was no longer rebelling. Yet, Yunzhong had more pressing matters to address and posed a crucial question to Yichen. “Now that you have lost your mortal identity entirely, do you understand the coming danger that the Moon Tribe poses?”
Yichen, once a helpless human, had undergone a profound shift, surpassing everyone in the Fairy Realm, even Chidi, who the fairies called the ‘god’ of war. His once modestly cropped hair now cascaded down his back, having grown remarkably in mere days. At the sheer mention of the Moon Tribe, his eyes narrowed, reflecting his contempt and disdain. “I solemnly pledge to eliminate any foe that threatens our realm, just as my father, Dong Chonghua the Great, had intended,” he declared firmly, his voice brimming with hatred. Standing tall and unwavering, he severed his connection with his human past, banishing it to distant memories. A sense of loathing permeated his declaration, solidifying his steadfast resolve.
Yunzhong, observing this transformation in Yichen, slowly nodded in approval, satisfied with the formidable being that stood before him. Yichen had become their most potent weapon against Dongfang Qingcang, their common adversary. ‘He is ready. Now, he will not spare even the Moon Tribe girl,’ he mused internally, his satisfaction evolving into a genuine smile.
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Lina stood under the stream of warm water in the spacious shower, feeling the droplets cascade over her body, erasing the remnants of her ruined makeup and the chaotic events of the day. As the water ran on her skin, she deeply reflected on her earlier misjudgment of Qingcang, despite having recently fallen asleep on his lap. The weight of overwhelming guilt settled upon her spirit, but she could not help but thank God that she had not broken his heart, as he seemed unaware of her unjust judgment.
“I guess I was wrong about him… again,” Lina confessed with a heavy sigh, her voice blending with the rhythmic sound of falling water. She leaned against the shower wall, allowing her thoughts to flow freely. “He’s such a good man, and he’s done so much for me. Why do I still struggle to trust him fully? Is it because he’s not human?” she questioned herself, her voice filled with genuine puzzlement. Determination flickered in her eyes as she made up her mind. “No, that’s not it… Forget it. I can set things right. Tonight, I’ll trust him and… be close to him,” she resolved, her words punctuated by a slight pause, emphasizing the significance of her decision. However, a tinge of uneasiness tinged her thoughts. “Uh-oh. It’s the wedding night tonight. And we agreed to… sleep beside each other… from now on… until my black magic problem is resolved,” she added, growing uneasy.
Lina was known for being a skilled gamer and an intellectual strategist in warfare, but she remained naive regarding matters of love and relationships. Her strength lay in the virtual world, not in deciphering the complexities of intimacies.
‘Okay, STAY CALM, LINA,’ she silently reassured herself, her mind echoing her thoughts within the sanctuary of the shower. ‘He’s an innocent-minded man, even more than I am. What could go wrong? Tonight, I’ll sleep beside him.’
In truth, Lina knew, deep down, that she could place her trust in Qingcang. His lack of knowledge about procreation had been revealed to her. The book he had studied on human diseases contained no information on that deeply intimate subject; it merely covered general ailments afflicting both genders. Overall, the Moon Supreme remained blissfully unaware of the intimacies of married life.
With a deep, stubborn breath, Lina reached out to turn off the falling water, the soft click marking the end of her reflection. She mentally prepared herself for what lay ahead—a shared experience, a portal opening, a step into the unknown with Qingcang. She wrapped the towel around her head to prevent water from trickling down and wore a plush bathrobe, securing its belt around her waist.
Meanwhile, Qingcang, who was waiting in Lina’s room, had already taken a bath. He was no longer dressed in a tuxedo; instead, he wore his usual style: black robes embellished with intricate golden patterns. His long, silky hair had already dried, flowing straight down his back. As the minutes ticked by, impatience began to color his thoughts. ‘What’s taking her so long? She always takes forever to freshen up!’ he pondered, his mind drifting back to the countless times when the ‘Silly Little Human’ spent at least half an hour in the bathroom.
Lina stepped into her spacious room, covered in a plush bathrobe that hugged her body. As she made her way toward her closet, a surge of surprise shot through her when she spotted Qingcang standing there, and she could not help but confront him. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice infused with boldness, her damp hair still enveloped in a fluffy towel. She assumed he knew it was inappropriate to be in the same room while she was on the verge of changing clothes.
Qingcang scoffed dismissively, his arms crossing over his chest defiantly, emphasizing his resistance. His face contorted with irritation, and his lips pressed together tightly as he retorted with a hint of condescension, “Hmph. Forty-seven minutes.” The intensity of his gaze bore into Lina, communicating his annoyance and impatience.
Lina blinked, her eyes widening in confusion as she tried to comprehend Qingcang’s statement. “What do you mean by forty-seven minutes?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. She scrutinized his face, desperately searching for hints or clues to understand the reason behind his remark. And then, realization washed over her. “Oh… my shower,” she murmured, revealing self-awareness and slight embarrassment.
Qingcang briefly closed his eyes, his frustration palpable, as he released a deep sigh as if trying to regain his composure. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze fell upon Lina’s comical expression as she sheepishly placed her hand behind her head, attempting to alleviate the tension in the room.
“Whoops! Sorry about that. But hey, I’m here now! Let’s do it!” Lina exclaimed playfully, her voice filled with a hint of mischief as if trying to lighten the atmosphere. A playful shrug accompanied her words. Her attempt to diffuse the tension was evident as she tried to bridge the gap between them.
“Why did it take you so long?” Qingcang inquired impatiently, his scowl deepening and his tone laced with accusation. His gaze bore into Lina, demanding an explanation for her delay.
Lina’s smile turned awkward, and the corners of her lips twitched uncertainly, betraying her discomfort. “Well, you see… I had some… thinking to do,” she replied, her voice trailing slightly as she struggled to find the right words. Her grin was hesitant, and she was unsure of how Qingcang would receive her explanation, fully aware that her response might not be satisfactory.
Qingcang felt a surge of annoyance welling within him, his frustration heightened by Lina’s seemingly carefree demeanor. His eyes involuntarily twitched in response to her lightheartedness as if her attitude was mocking his seriousness. The urge to voice his thoughts about her giddy behavior tugged at him, but he resisted, realizing that he needed her for the portal at this very moment.
“Hey, don’t give me that look,” Lina interjected, her voice carrying a mix of defiance and playfulness. Her eyes remained fixed on Qingcang, gauging his reaction to her plea. “I’m here, aren’t I? But, uh… can you please give me ten more minutes to change clothes? I’m still in my bathrobe,” she added, her tone tinged with embarrassment.
Qingcang, aware of the need to maintain his composure, momentarily closed his eyes. He resisted the temptation to voice his irritation, realizing that annoyance would only escalate the situation. Instead, he released a resigned sigh, feeling the weight of his frustration in his hand as it instinctively reached for his forehead. “Just… be quick,” he commanded, his authoritative tone tinged with resignation. “Do it in less than five minutes,” he added, opening his eyes to meet Lina’s cheesy smile. He knew all too well that her sense of time often had a way of stretching beyond his expectations. His mind quickly calculated the possible outcomes. ‘If I suggest five minutes, it’ll inevitably turn into seven. And if I agree to her ten-minute request, it’ll undoubtedly become fifteen minutes,’ he reasoned, feeling a growing headache threaten to consume him.
“Sure thing!” Lina playfully responded, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She recognized the boundaries set and accepted the challenge with a lighthearted attitude. “So…?” she trailed off, her voice trailing off slightly as she gestured subtly, indicating that Qingcang needed to leave the room. “I’ll let you know when I’m finished, alright?” she added, reassuring that she would not keep him waiting indefinitely.
With a straightened back and swift teleportation, Qingcang vanished from the room, reappearing in the living room downstairs. He took a moment to steady himself, allowing the tension of the previous encounter to dissipate as he prepared for the next phase of their mission.
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Hours had slowly slipped away, and Lina and Qingcang still struggled to create the elusive portal. Exhaustion settled upon her like a heavy blanket, weighing her physically and mentally down. She lay down on the bed, her energy drained, while he remained seated nearby, holding her hand tightly. In his desperate attempt to replicate the portal he had witnessed, he drew upon her energy, hoping to harness its power for their escape. But the evening wore on, and fatigue began to take its toll on her.
As time dragged on, a wave of uncertainty washed over Qingcang. Doubt crept into his mind, mingling with the fatigue that permeated his weary body. ‘Could this mean that I’m trapped here forever?’ he wondered, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his destiny and the responsibilities that awaited him as the Moon Supreme. His duties in a world he was meant to rule weighed heavily on his shoulders. ‘I’m the Moon Supreme. I can do anything. How hard can it be?’ he thought.
Lina, sensitive to Qingcang’s distress, observed his troubled state and felt deep empathy for him. “Pretty Eyes?” she called gently, hoping to capture his attention and offer solace.
Lost in his thoughts, Qingcang initially remained unresponsive to Lina’s words. His mind was entangled in a web of contemplation, torn between the looming possibility of impending doom and the harsh reality of dwelling indefinitely in this unfamiliar realm.
“Qingcang?” Lina called out again, her voice soft yet persistent. She addressed her husband intimately by his first name. She lay in bed, facing him, while he sat on a nearby chair.
The sound of his name spoken by Lina gradually penetrated Qingcang’s consciousness, pulling him back from the depths of his reflection. His eyes slowly turned towards hers, searching for answers as if delving into the depths of her soul. A fleeting expression of uncertainty flickered within his gaze as he noticed her hand slipping away from his grasp. At first, he assumed that she wanted him to release her hand, but to his surprise, her hand worked its way toward his own, their fingers intertwining with a gentle, comforting touch. ‘What is she doing?’ he wondered, bewildered and blinking in confusion.
“Qingcang, just remember that you have me,” Lina expressed compassionately, her voice warm and understanding. “I’ve told you that you’re no longer alone. Even if we can’t open the portal, you can still live here in my world with me,” she reassured him, her words carrying profound kindness.
Qingcang’s eyes widened slightly in response to her heartfelt declaration. Lina’s unwavering support consistently surprised him, leading him down paths he had never considered before. His breath caught in his chest as he gazed at her beautiful eyes, filled with sincerity and unwavering devotion. ‘This woman…’ he thought, his mind filled with awe and suspicion. ‘If she were to discover who I truly am and what I’m destined to do, would she still say these words?’ he pondered.
“I want to sleep, and you need it too. Why won’t we call it a night and try again another day?” Lina pleaded gently, her voice concerned, still holding Qingcang’s hand compassionately.
Normally, Qingcang would have swiftly retorted, refusing to take orders from anyone. However, tonight was different. His spirit had been crushed, and his hope of returning to his world shattered. The Moon Supreme was utterly defeated, physically and mentally drained. “That’s fine. We’ll sleep for tonight,” he responded, his tone lacking its usual defiance.
‘This sounds familiar,’ Lina thought; a faint snicker escaped her curled lips, her amusement evident.
Lina’s little laugh caught Qingcang off guard, and he raised an eyebrow, unsure if she was intentionally trying to annoy him. “What?” he asked, his confusion seeping into his words. He could not fathom why she found this situation amusing.
“Do you remember when you said this sentence when you came into my world?” Lina inquired, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Qingcang’s gaze dropped, his eyes narrowing as he retraced their shared history. He scoffed, a hint of nostalgia mixing with his dismissive tone. “Hmph. You were silly then, and you’re still silly now,” he stated, observing Lina’s intense reaction. Seeing her growing upset, he added, “I remember everything vividly.”
Qingcang remembered the trials and tribulations they faced together, which proved to be Lina’s icebreaker. His earlier arrogant reply was forgotten as she smiled warmly, their shared memories bridging the gap between them.
Suddenly, Qingcang rose gracefully from his seat to the other side of Lina’s bed. His eyes locked onto hers, and she followed his gaze, noting the absence of resistance, unlike their earlier days. Marriage had changed their dynamic, allowing her to find solace in his protective presence during the night. He settled in, lying at the far end of the bed, deliberately maintaining a distance to prevent accidental contact.
Lina’s eyes shifted from Qingcang’s face to the ceiling above, her mind wandering into contemplation. “When we interact in the future, will it be only in my memories?” she asked abruptly, catching him off guard with her query.
“What do you mean?” Qingcang asked, his gaze fixated on the side of Lina’s face that was turned towards the ceiling.
Lina turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting Qingcang’s with a sense of purpose. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before continuing. “During our time at the amusement park, when the photographer interrupted us while we were hugging, you asked me why I didn’t want you to leave. I gave you an answer on the Ferris Wheel, explaining my concern for your safety. But that was only part of the truth. I didn’t reveal the other half to you,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability, her heart fluttering at the memory of their fleeting moment of intimacy.
Qingcang’s lips parted slightly, taken by surprise. “Then what’s the rest?” he inquired, his voice betraying curiosity and a hint of longing. He turned slightly, directing his gaze towards the ceiling, silently urging Lina to continue.
Lina’s expression was unwavering, brimming with sincerity. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her voice gentle yet persistent. “It’s because I’d miss you… tremendously,” she confessed, her words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.
Qingcang’s breathing became heavier, his heart pounding in his chest as it was filled with a sensation unknown to him. He had never expected to hear such words from Lina. His eyes softened as he slowly turned his head fully towards her, watching her tenderly with vulnerable eyes filled with surprise and locked eyes. His eyebrows furrowed, bewilderment coursing through him in response to her heartfelt confession.
After a long silence, Lina abruptly stood up, catching Qingcang off guard as she walked away from the bed.
“What are you doing?” Qingcang asked, confusion evident in his voice. “Isn’t being married the condition for this?”
Lina turned her head slightly, her side facing Qingcang, as she replied, “I know. I’m just getting some extra pillows,” making her way to the closet to gather the additional cushions. She left him confused at her actions.
“Why are you doing this?” Qingcang questioned, his impatience and annoyance starting to seep into his words.
“You’ll see,” Lina responded cryptically. She laid another pillow on her bed, gradually building a makeshift barrier between herself and Qingcang, intentionally preventing any physical contact during their shared slumber. “We agreed to sleep beside each other. I never agreed to touch each other in bed,” she added, placing the final pillow, completing her fortification.
Qingcang expressed his shock, his voice filled with offense. “Who said anything about touching?” He felt a twinge of resentment at Lina’s sudden assumption regarding his intentions, uncertain of what she was implying.
Lina settled onto her bed, pulling the sheets over herself, and replied, “Regardless, this seems to be the best solution now. Do you have any objections?”
“I’ve no intention of touching you. My purpose is only to protect you,” Qingcang retorted, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone.
“Alright, then it’s settled,” Lina responded, her exhaustion from the day’s events urging her to seek much-needed rest. However, even as she tried to find solace in sleep, she could not shake the feeling of Qingcang’s gaze upon her every time she closed her eyes. With each subtle movement she made in the bed, she could sense his penetrating gaze, even when her eyes were shut. The awareness of his watchful presence lingered. Despite the strangeness and confusion of sharing a bed with a man for the first time, she could not help but feel a flicker of gratitude for his protection.
Qingcang’s gaze lowered, reminiscing what Lina had said earlier and what had stirred within him. It was as if he was torn between two opposing desires, each vying for dominance. His heart felt like it was expanding, growing more prominent yet lighter. The ‘Silly Little Human’ had a strange effect on him, making him go through stuff he never thought would happen to him.
Unexpectedly, Lina’s hand landed forcefully on Qingcang’s forehead, slapping the feared Moon Supreme across the face, jolting him out of his reverie.
“What is sh—” Qingcang began, his irritation rising rapidly as his eyes focused on Lina’s sleepy face. “This Silly Little Human!” he exclaimed through clenched teeth, his anger simmering.
Lina seemed caught in the grip of a nightmare, tossing her pillows and turning in her sleep. With each movement, she inadvertently struck Qingcang, hitting and kicking him.
“I’ve had enough!” Qingcang bellowed, sitting up straight, his gaze fixed on Lina, his frustration noticeable as she continued to flail in her sleep. ‘What’s wrong with her?’ he wondered, raising an eyebrow, growing increasingly annoyed. After a few minutes of her lying still, he begrudgingly lay back down, grumbling to himself, and attempted to find a comfortable position. But just as he was on the verge of drifting off, her foot collided with his side. He groaned audibly, his irritation reaching its peak. “YOU!” he yelled, but his attempts to wake her proved futile.
Lina murmured something unintelligibly in her sleep and rolled over, her hand inadvertently slapping Qingcang in the face again.
‘This is getting ridiculous!’ Qingcang exclaimed inwardly, Lina’s hand still resting on his forehead, raised slightly before striking him repeatedly, utterly oblivious to the chaos she was causing. He had reached his limit. Rolling towards her prone form, he leaned in closer, scrutinizing her to determine if she was intentionally hitting him. To his astonishment, it became apparent that she was genuinely asleep. He knew he had to endure, bound to her by the bond. Gently poking her cheek to awaken her, he said, “Hey!”
No response.
Qingcang tried again, this time poking twice at a slightly faster pace, only to be taken aback as Lina rolled over, lying on top of him with her arms resting on his chest and her legs entwined with his knees. ‘What is this… WOMAN… doing?’ he wondered, astonished by her proximity. “Hey! Wake up!” he exclaimed, his frustration evident in his voice.
Lina mumbled in her sleep, her words slurred. “St-op… mo-vi-ng…” she commanded unknowingly, her sleep-induced command imprisoning Qingcang.
Qingcang’s eyes widened. He knew Lina’s compulsion well; he could no longer move. He was stuck in bed with her, being at her mercy now for whatever punches she might throw to keep him awake. “WAKE UP!” he shouted, with no response from her. ‘Strange, her body temperature is elevated, like the night she first teleported. Could this be why she can’t wake up?’ he pondered.
To Qingcang’s surprise, Lina’s restless movements ceased, and she settled on his chest, finding solace in the warmth emanating from his body. He realized she would not unleash any more slaps to disrupt his sleep as long as she remained in this position.
‘This Silly Little Human,’ Qingcang mused internally, letting out a deep sigh as his gaze shifted to Lina’s head resting against his collarbone. His mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, ranging from annoyance to utter bewilderment. ‘Never in my existence have I been under someone else’s control,’ he thought, scoffing softly. Gradually, he grew accustomed to her heartbeat against his abdomen, the steady rhythm lulling him into a sense of peace. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute, finding solace in the tender embrace of his wife’s arms wrapped around him.
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