Chapter 330: Chapter 223: Her Favorite White Steamed Buns_1
Make amends?
Su Bei murmured in his heart, was that really necessary? Was it just a box of preserved fruits? Couldn’t I just go out and buy another box for her?
Sensing Su Bei’s reluctance, Key Smoke snorted, the corner of her mouth curling coldly as she said, "What? Do you doubt that this Saintess is being petty?"
"The matter promised to this Saintess has not been fulfilled; this is a promise unkept."
...
Su Bei froze for a moment, then straightened his expression, bowed to her, and said with a bitter tone, "This is indeed Su Mou’s oversight."
...
Previously, when Su Bei was undergoing his Tribulation-Crossing Stage, it was she who, without regard for personal cost, expended her own Spiritual Energy to shield him from the heavenly thunder that could have annihilated any Refining Void Cultivator. Without her, even with that hourglass, he would have had no chance of survival, let alone facing the Heart Demon Tribulation afterward. This mere bow was far from enough to repay even a fraction of her kindness.
And all she asked for was a hundred boxes of preserved fruits?
It hardly seemed like a sacrifice at all. With this thought, Su Bei’s gratitude grew even more intense, and he looked up at her.
But what he saw was Key Smoke wearing a faint smile. A trace of arrogance touched the curve of her lips. She wore only a snow-white silk chiffon nightgown, nearly transparent in the twilight. Her peaks stood prominent, faintly visible through the fabric (...)
Key Smoke’s brow furrowed slightly as if she had thought of something. Then, the sides of her cheeks gradually turned red. Her long eyelashes trembled, and in the fading light, ripples seemed to dance within her eyes. She seemed to be looking forward more and more to that thing from the Illusion World.
Watching her face change, Su Bei wore a strange expression.
...She couldn’t possibly be thinking about me, could she?
Once this idea took root, it spread uncontrollably in Su Bei’s mind.
Of course! Only feelings could compel a person to such lengths! Could it be that she took seriously everything that happened in the dream? Even a Saintess isn’t immune to common desires!? What have I, Su Bei, possibly done to warrant this? Though she may be a bit older, I would surely not be losing out. I just wonder if she has any peculiar tastes; what if she likes candles and whips or something... Should I accept her or... accept her?! In the end, someone of my noble character could not possibly bow down to such ’big waves’ of evil forces, but since she has indeed done me a favor, perhaps I should just...
Su Bei took a deep breath, embracing the solemn duty of sacrificing his noble self, closed his eyes, and said with resignation, "Su Mou is willing!"
Key Smoke blinked, looking at him with confusion, not understanding what he meant.
Could it be that he knew I wanted that ice cream!? Was he willing to try to make it for me?
With that thought, her expression became somewhat intoxicated. Everything from the dream was crystal clear, everything with him. Just thinking about what happened that day, Key Smoke’s body suddenly shook violently.
It was a terrifying Heart Demon Tribulation, but could everything in the dream truly be considered part of reality? It was clearly an experience we went through together.
Her slender hand clenched, her voice laced with a nervousness she couldn’t quite understand. "Then this Saintess is looking forward to it..."
Su Bei swallowed hard.
Looking forward to it!? Do we have to do it now?
His voice was also tinged with nervousness, his breath coming out hot. He stared incredulously at the woman before him, at the sheer white silk that barely concealed her form.
Key Smoke looked curious and lifted her head to look at the sunset outside the window. It was already so late.
"Can we do it now?"
"Don’t we need to prepare anything?"
...
Coming back to her senses, Key Smoke lay half-reclining on the brocade couch, curiously watching Su Bei, who was taking off his clothes.
Could that thing called ice cream really be made so casually? Why can’t it be found in Wu City? And where did he learn to make it? Why is he taking off his clothes? Will it be very hot?
Hearing Key Smoke’s words, a thought flashed through Su Bei’s mind, and his hand, which was in the middle of removing his robe, stopped mid-air.
Oh no! Who would have thought the Saintess was such a person?
The sunset had long since sunk in the west, and the room was dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast her face in an especially tempting light. The atmosphere grew heavier with ambiguity. Su Bei’s throat suddenly felt dry; for a moment, he yearned to lose himself in this tender haven and never emerge.
She’s asking me to prepare things! What needs to be prepared... wine or candles? Or perhaps...
Su Bei peeked, not daring to speak of steel wool or whips.
—It’s too humiliating.
"What needs to be prepared? Elder Su is asking me?"
...
Key Smoke’s expression turned increasingly odd. Why did this man before her always seem so peculiar, muttering such odd things, and carrying himself with an air of someone about to make a grand sacrifice for the world?
Su Bei fell silent for a while, not speaking.
It’s said that wealthy women are hard to please, and it’s certainly true. The elders weren’t wrong. Fortunately, I was just an innocent college student back then and had never delved into such darkness. Only now do I understand the difficulties of those elders who sacrificed themselves for a noble cause. Must I even consider what to use on my own?
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The night in Wu City grew deeper. Lights from thousands of households lit up, creating a scene full of cheerful voices and laughter.
The results of this Ascension Platform had been announced. The Sword Sect had unprecedented luck this time... receiving a bye.
The next battle would be Buddha Gate versus Dao Sect.