All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 501 298: Ji Nanjue Hidden in the Blanket_1

After watching the moonlight for the better part of an hour, Su Bei still didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.
He simply took out a pot of wine from the storage ring and sat by the window, gazing at the scattered lights in the distance.
Speaking of which, he had never really drunk the wine he brewed. The person he used to be didn't drink, nor did he want to. His heart held no burdens, and he was at ease.
Now he wanted to drink because his heart truly carried many things, making him feel 'heavy.' It wasn't just emotionally. Those fragments of memory embedded in the Sea of Consciousness made Su Bei feel as if he were an invisible puppet on strings.
Every move seemed to be within the expectations of 'another self.'
In the end, Su Bei still took a big gulp of wine, raised his sleeve to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and looking at his white hair in the old Bronze Mirror, he chuckled to himself, "Is all this really predetermined? Whether it's Xiao Ruoching, Mo Li, or Li Zijun? But what about the Sword Maiden? 'I' have no memories of her..."
In the Sword Scabbard now, there were three swords that he had unwittingly collected. If one were strict about it, the Peach Wood Sword wouldn't count as a sword.
Su Bei touched the Qingping Sword, his index finger tapping its hilt, and looked at his own reflection on the cold blade. "Qingping Sword," he murmured, "all your previous masters were remarkable figures. I, this unworthy descendant, cannot disgrace you. Since I've taken over your mantle, I should reach your level. Even if I cannot surpass you, I must not fade."
He paused, then raised his head again to look at the moonlight.
During this time, his mind would gain more memory fragments each time he fell asleep. Even if he couldn't remember them clearly when awake, he had come to understand generally what this body had done over the past few centuries.
This was what confused Su Bei the most.
The way the original owner of this body acted... it didn't seem like a native of this world at all. Compared to me, he seemed more like a transmigrator.
Sometimes, Su Bei would entertain an unrealistic thought. Could it be that I didn't just arrive in this world a few decades ago? What if I was born into it, only to somehow lose the memories of the first few centuries for some unknown reason?
At that thought, Su Bei quickly shook his head and chuckled, "How could that be? I clearly remember what happened on Blue Star before I opened my eyes..."
Whether it was the past in his memories or the future, Su Bei pieced together an ending from those intermittent fragments that he could least accept.
Putting down the wine bowl in his hand, Su Bei let out a long sigh, his expression somber. "So, it's a bad ending, huh..." he murmured.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Su Bei suddenly spotted a dark shadow crouching by the bed. His pupils instantly focused, and the drunken haze vanished as he sensed the person's aura.
His lips then curved into a mischievous smile. "Ji Baoer, why are you dressed like a flower thief? What, you want to pick your husband, this fresh flower, in the middle of the night?"
As he spoke, he opened the window. The moonlight was serene, and a gentle breeze wafted in. Looking up, he saw it was deep into the night, tranquil and silent.
Su Bei reached out and scooped the woman lurking outside the window into his embrace, feeling the soft, delicate body in his arms.
Ji Nanjue wrapped her legs around him, clinging to Su Bei like a koala in his embrace, and whispered into his ear, "Husband, how did you know it was me?"
Alone in her room, she had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Perhaps it was because she had long grown accustomed to his presence beside her, so she came looking for him. Even if they did nothing, she just wanted to hold him.
Ji Nanjue leaned on Su Bei's shoulder. She felt heavy, yet her body was as soft as catkin, almost weightless. Even though separated by a layer of thin silk, Su Bei could still fully feel the smoothness of her skin.
"Your scent, Ji Baoer, is unmistakable. Your husband knows it with a single whiff," Su Bei said.
Ji Nanjue punched Su Bei's shoulder lightly. Then, looking at the wine bowl on the table, she asked with confusion, "Why are you drinking alone? Are you troubled by something?"
Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, but Su Bei could distinctly smell the faint fragrance wafting from Ji Nanjue. Setting her down, he smiled and said, "Of course, I'm troubled. On nights when Ji Baoer isn't here, your husband finds it hard to sleep."
Ji Nanjue shot him a playful glare and pinched his waist. "Then why didn't you go find Dan Wulan?"
"I was planning to, but now that my Ji Baoer has delivered herself to my doorstep, there's no need anymore..."
Ji Nanjue picked up the wine bowl from the table, a hint of jealousy in her eyes as she glanced at Su Bei. "Oh? So, Husband, you were indeed thinking of Dan Wulan?" she teased. "It seems Nan Ji has disturbed your refined enjoyment. I'll be going then..."
Yet she was smiling sweetly at him, her body quite still, not moving an inch.
With a smile still on his face, Su Bei sat down in front of Ji Nanjue. He slid his hands under her arms and, with a slight effort, lifted her entirely into his embrace once more, settling her onto his lap.