Chapter 627: His Dao Heart Was in Disarray

hour, they arrived at the mountain. To prevent Xiao Yufu from colluding with them, Xiao Yuge pretended to be scared and held onto Xiao Yufeng tightly. In her past life, she was taken up the mountain..."I'm so cold, hug me, hug me..." The hazy Silver Moon Princess suddenly grabbed his hand, then pulled him towards her forcefully, and in the next moment, she hugged him tightly.

"A Yue..." He struggled to calm his agitated heart, but she managed to stir it again with a simple touch. There was only his thin shirt between them; as he felt her brush past his shoulder, he saw the back of her neck, so white and pure like snow. Startled, he quickly closed his eyes, murmuring over and over, "Amitabha Buddha! Amitabha Buddha..."

Even a god or Buddha would probably be unable to resist this situation.

The scorched and muddled Silvermoon Princess seemed to feel his warmth, pressing against him relentlessly. Finally, she ripped away the single garment that separated them!

The moment their skin touched, He Crane's entire rationality vanished. The hand that had been stiffly by his side finally embraced her. He buried his face in her neck, silently muttering in his heart: "Amitabha Buddha! Master, Grandmaster, my Daoist heart is disordered!" In the past, he had vowed to never marry for his whole life. Even if he didn't become a monk, he would still cultivate diligently, becoming a carefree wild crane of a wanderer.

But, at this moment, he regretted it!

The rain outside was still falling, the thunder and lightning still roaring, and inside the cave, the flames burned fiercely. In the firelight, shadowy figures danced and intertwined...

At the inn.

Xiao Yu Ge shuttled back and forth in one dream after another, seeming to sleep very restlessly.

“Little song! Little song!” Qian Tingxuan knelt by her bedside, holding her hand and softly calling her name. He knew that in her past life, she must have suffered terribly, but he had never known the full extent of it. She had never spoken of it, and he had no way of knowing.

Sometimes, he would get really annoyed at himself, wondering why he didn't appear in her dreams or even in her past life. He often thought, what if he had appeared before her in a past life He would have surely been just as enamored with her then, and wouldn't have allowed her to suffer so much.

He touched her forehead, the fever had subsided. It seemed she was alright. He wasn't completely at ease and wanted to find Hé Rmíng to check on her, but after knocking for a long time, he didn't hear any movement from inside. The shopkeeper then told him that Hé Rmíng had left in the morning and hadn't returned since. He was surprised. Hé Rmíng was always so reliable, never leaving without a word. This was the first time he had disappeared like this.

But he didn't think much of it, thinking that with He Ming's poisonous skills and martial arts, there shouldn't be any major problems. Perhaps something had delayed him.

The next morning, Xiao Yu Ge, who had slept soundly all night, finally woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Qian Ting Xuan lying beside her bed.

"Why are you sleeping down here Why don't you come up and sleep" Xiao Yu Ge didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, he wasn't the first time climbing onto her bed, this time how to pretend to be a gentleman.

How could she know that last night's bath, which almost made Qian Tingxuan vomit blood, had finally calmed him down. He didn't dare climb into her bed for fear that he couldn't control himself and take advantage of her. If he did, wouldn't she hate him to death

"Just stay here and get some rest." He reached out and gently touched her forehead, letting out a long sigh of relief. "Finally, you're better."

"What finally happened What's wrong with me" Xiao Yuge didn't know what had happened to her after she fainted last night.

"You caught a cold from the rain and fainted..." he mumbled some words.

Xiao Yu Ge wasn't a fool. Seeing his expression, she knew something was off, but she couldn't figure out what. It wasn't until she looked down at her own clothes that she understood. She pointed at him, her voice trembling, "You...you...did you change into my clothes"ng seriously and couldn’t help but be amazed secretly. His painting skills were truly good, from the outline to the individual strands of hair, everything was clearly and vividly depicted. It must ha...