Fairy, please have some self-respect. I am not the reincarnation of your deceased husband.

Chapter 137: Wrong Name, Should Be Punished!

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Pei Wanyun then reluctantly stepped back half a step.

However, unlike her lingering interest in bold actions, her face was now completely flushed, and her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

At the same time, as if startled by her own boldness, she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and she dared not look at her husband again.

Chen Lianshu stood there, stunned, her breathing out of rhythm.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips, as if the soft touch of the beauty still lingered there.

Both of them were caught in this awkward and uneasy situation, at a loss for what to do.

Pei Wanyun was the first to recover. After all, as her master, she should speak up first at this time. She coughed lightly and pretended to be calm: "You called me by the wrong name, you should be punished!"

She tried to justify her impulsive actions, speaking in a serious tone, but her flushed ears betrayed her.

Only then did Chen Lianshu come to her senses.

"What if I call it the wrong name again?"

"Then let's impose the penalty again!"

Pei Wanyun is no longer a young girl like my own disciple.

Although this first kiss made her blush and her heart race, the desire in her heart had already overwhelmed her shyness.

There were some things she had longed for, and after experiencing them, they were like wild horses that had broken free of their reins, no longer under her control.

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She's not afraid to do it again.

Chen Lianshu readily agreed: "Okay, I'll revise it."

"Lady Wanyun".

"Um--"

Pei Wanyun responded softly, her voice filled with satisfaction, but her expression also showed a hint of shyness: "It sounds so beautiful."

Feeling the atmosphere was just right, she tiptoed closer and said, "My husband."

Then, mimicking the other person's previous mannerisms, she called out softly, "My beloved husband, Lian Shu."

"Um--"

The other person responded in a gentle voice.

The two walked side by side until they finally arrived at the entrance of Yunxin Palace.

Unlike the darkness of the main hall, the side hall was dimly lit by candlelight, casting a warm glow.

"Would you like to sit in the side hall for a while?"

Chen Lianshu took the initiative to invite him.

"No."

Pei Wanyun calmed down completely and shook her head: "We need to calm down."

"At least give me some time to process this."

She paused, then looked up at her husband, her tone earnest: "Thank you, my husband."

Chen Lianshu was somewhat puzzled: "Why are you thanking me?"

Thank you for coming back, thank you for not running away, thank you for accepting me, and thank you for being by my side.

Although she thought that way, she felt it was too cheesy to say it that way, so she simply replied, "Thank you for coming back."

Chen Lianshu looked at her and suddenly took a step forward.

Pei Wanyun seemed to be prepared as well, and took the initiative to tilt her head back and close her eyes.

Contrary to expectations, a kiss landed on her forehead instead.

That kiss was light and brief, yet it was enough to make her heart race and fill her with immense satisfaction.

She lightly touched the spot where she had just been kissed, feigning displeasure but actually playfully grumbling in a low voice, "That's really overstepping my bounds. How can a disciple kiss his master like that?"

"You were the one who said you didn't want to be my master."

Chen Lianshu, however, turned the tables on him.

Pei Wanyun had no answer to this question.

So he selectively ignored it and changed the subject: "Go back, a little fox is still waiting for you inside."

"It waited for you all day, remember to comfort it."

"Um."

Chen Lianshu nodded, her eyes smiling.

But when he said goodbye before leaving, he changed his words this time.

"Wanyun, see you tomorrow."

"Um."

Pei Wanyun responded, but did not move.

Chen Lianshu also remained still: "Aren't you leaving?"

She shook her head, her eyes overflowing with tenderness and reluctance: "I'll watch you go back."

She only left when the palace doors closed softly.

Before she had taken two steps, Pei Wanyun saw a white shadow that seemed hidden but was actually very conspicuous by the bamboo grove.

That was Xiao Xueyan, who had been secretly watching from the side.

"Haven't you seen enough yet?"

"Meow!"

The little guy froze, terrified that he had been exposed, and turned to run away.

But then he suddenly realized that he could run away but not his master, so he resigned himself to his fate and went to his master, shrinking back and waiting to be taught a lesson.

Unexpectedly, what landed on its head was a gentle pat.

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Pei Wanyun bent down and rubbed the little guy's head with a smile, showing no sign of blaming it.

"Meow?"

Little Snow Flame raised its head and tentatively looked at its master.

Pei Wanyun then opened her arms to it.

"Meow!"

Xueyan jumped straight into its owner's arms, wagging its tail happily and nuzzling its face affectionately.

"I also want to thank you."

Pei Wanyun carried the little one towards the main hall, stroking him as she smiled and said, "You've been helping me a lot these past few days."

She touched Xueyan's pink nose and carried it through the palace gate.

Back in the main hall, after Xiao Xueyan returned to her nest, Pei Wanyun seemed to be a beat late in realizing what had happened.

She pressed herself against the door, covered her face with her hands, and slowly slid down to the ground, completely disregarding her image.

My whole body was burning up, and my heart was pounding like a drum.

"What have I done—?"

She muttered to herself, her voice filled with shame.

She was already satisfied if the other person accepted her feelings after she expressed them.

She initially only wanted to see her husband off.

But as her husband turned away, gazing at his handsome face in the moonlight, at those always gentle and warm eyes—

Especially when she recalled her recent longing for her husband, she could no longer control herself and pounced on him.

By the time I came to my senses, it was already—

"How shameless!"

Pei Wanyun muttered curses to herself, but she couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.

Her fingertips lightly touched her lips. The touch was ordinary, yet she could almost feel the lingering warmth of her husband.

"My husband—"

She called out softly, her voice like a dream.

Now that the kiss has been given, the next step should be to move towards greater intimacy.

The anxiety and fear I've been feeling lately have finally been released today, and a sense of exhaustion has washed over me.

She also planned to get some rest.

As she approached the dressing table and gazed at the bronze mirror, her eyes would involuntarily fall on her lips. And whenever she recalled what had just happened, her ears would burn again.

Her master and apprentice advised her to calm down:

It was just a kiss, and this kind of thing will happen often in the future.

Besides, I have memories of kissing her before, and even more intimate things.

But—the hand holding the comb still trembled uncontrollably.

Because it's true.

It was not a sudden memory, nor a lewd thought in a dream, nor a vague illusion.

Instead, she truly kissed her husband as a Daoist couple.

After combing her hair in front of the bronze mirror again and again, Pei Wanyun finally recovered.

Before returning to her dormitory, her gaze fell on her reflection in the mirror, but this time not on her lips, but on the reddened corners of her eyes.

She suddenly remembered that her husband had just said she didn't look good when she cried.

"fraud."

Pei Wanyun muttered something under her breath.

But neither her tone nor her expression showed any anger; instead, she was being coquettish and full of joyful love.

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