BSI Chapter 380 Is it too much to hug your own wife?
Chapter 380 Is it too much to hug your own wife?
Xia Ning's breath caught in her throat.
She looked up, and Lin Feng was looking down at her.
There was no panic, no boasting, and no deliberate emotion in his eyes.
Those eyes were very clean and gentle.
A tenderness that is cautious, as if afraid that she might shatter at any moment.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Her face flushed red at a visible speed, starting from her ears.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she found that her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.
She had never done that before.
She is the guide, a figure respected by everyone in the temple.
His face always showed only indifference, sternness, and a businesslike attitude.
No one dared to touch her like that, no one dared to look at her like that, and no one could make her blush.
But at that moment, her face felt as hot as if it had been burned.
She could even feel her eyelashes trembling.
Looking at her like this, Lin Feng felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand.
—Her shy demeanor was exactly the same as I remembered.
He used immense self-control to keep from uttering the name that had been on the tip of his tongue and that he had called out countless times.
He simply and quietly supported her, waiting for her to regain her balance on her own.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice deep and magnetic.
Xia Ning suddenly came to her senses, broke free from his embrace, and took a step back.
But because he retreated too quickly, he stumbled and almost slipped again.
Lin Feng instinctively reached out again, but this time she steadied herself and raised her hand to stop him.
"...I'm fine."
Her voice was somewhat hoarse, unlike her usual clear and crisp tone, but rather carried a strange, soft, limp ending.
She lowered her head and quickly straightened her clothes and hair.
Two black-clad butlers stood at the door, staring in disbelief at the scene.
Their guide—
That Guide, who felt it was blasphemy even to be looked at twice—
Being held in the arms of a novice practitioner, her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp?!
Xia Ning quickly lowered her head, her fingertips frantically adjusting her robes and hair, trying to hide the burning sensation on her face.
His gaze inadvertently swept across the ground, and he muttered to himself, "Strange, the ground is clearly dry, how could it be..."
Forget it, now is not the time to worry about the ground. My damn cheeks are still burning hot, and staying any longer will only make things more embarrassing. I have to get out of here as soon as possible.
Xia Ning coughed lightly, looked up at Lin Feng, and tried to maintain her usual calm tone:
"The dormitory is well-maintained; please keep it that way."
Lin Feng and the other three nodded in agreement.
Xia Ning didn't linger any longer, turned around and walked out the door, with a sense of hasty escape.
Within seconds, Lin Feng heard a crisp system notification in his ear:
[Ding—Xia Ning's favorability towards the host +10]
Current favorability rating: 38/100
Lin Feng's lips curled slightly, and a doting smile spread across his eyes:
As expected of Ningning, she responds better to gentle persuasion than force; hugs and cuddles are the most effective!
After Xia Ning left, the dormitory fell into a brief silence.
A few seconds later, Dave was the first to react, his voice low but unable to hide his shock:
"I... I didn't see that wrong, did I? Boss Lin Feng, you actually hugged the Guide?! That's the ruthless Guide who kills without blinking an eye!"
Park Ji-won was also stunned, shaking his head nervously: "Boss... this isn't courage, this is suicidal..."
Lin Feng smiled faintly: "Is it too much to hug your own wife?"
Dave and Park Ji-won's eyes widened instantly, and they exchanged a shocked glance.
That person is a high-ranking figure in this strange world, someone who can take lives with a flick of their wrist—how dare Lin Feng say that she is his wife?
And it's not just bragging or empty talk; it's something that's actually put into practice.
This guy—even if he ate bear's gall and leopard's gall, and then soaked in tiger's gall for three years, he wouldn't be as brave as him!
The two men immediately gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up, their eyes filled with heartfelt admiration:
"No, not at all! This guy is awesome—absolutely awesome!"
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Studio:
"Hahaha, help! This must be fate! So what if my memories are erased? I'll still fall in love!"
"Brother Feng is so clever! He deliberately set up the slip, it's both seamless and a great way to gain favor, amazing!"
"A 'memory erasure' version of a 'wife-chasing crematorium'? I'm already shipping it! Go, Feng Ge!"
"I really want my wife to forget me too, so I can try to win her over all over again. This agonizing feeling is so exhilarating!"
"Dave and Park Ji-won's reactions were so real, just like mine, we were completely dumbfounded the whole time, hahaha!"
"Who would have thought that the infamous Guide would fall to a mere apprentice cultivator? So easy to slap!"
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An hour later.
Just as the four of them were resting, some lying down and some sitting, Xia Ning's cool voice once again fell from above the dormitory:
"All novice practitioners, listen to my command—immediately proceed to assemble in front of the stone tower on the second-floor plaza."
Dave jumped out of bed with a start: "Not again?!"
Lin Feng and Vassim had already put on their training clothes and shoes efficiently and walked towards the door with expressionless faces.
Seeing this, Dave hurriedly grabbed the monastic robe, which was clearly several sizes too small, and put it on, shouting on tiptoe as he did so:
"Wait for me, everyone!"
Along the way, the chosen ones from other dormitories also emerged one after another, their faces tense, discussing the unknown mission in hushed tones.
As they walked, Lin Feng caught sight of Evelyn and naturally stepped forward to stand beside her.
Dave followed behind, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Evelyn. He quickly stepped forward and asked with a solicitous expression:
"Beautiful lady, which country are you from?"
"The Fog City," Evelyn replied calmly.
"The Fog City is wonderful! It's a place known for its beautiful women and rich cultural heritage. I've always wanted to go there..."
Dave seized the opportunity to shower her with praise, then quickly circled back to the original topic.
"By the way, what do you do for a living?"
Evelyn's lips curled into a distant smile: "What, trying to pick me up?"
Dave jolted awake, shaking his head vigorously: "No, no! Absolutely not!"
"If you don't have anything to say, then don't talk so much!"
Dave shrank back, his cowardice swift and decisive, but his eyes shone even brighter than before as he rubbed his hands together and chuckled.
"So aloof, I like it!"
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In the square, 107 chosen ones arrived one after another and stood in front of the stone tower.
Xia Ning was already waiting there, still dressed in a cold white robe, with two expressionless black-clad stewards standing behind her.
Xia Ning glanced at everyone, and after confirming that the number was correct, she slowly spoke:
"Your afternoon training tasks have been arranged."
"Thirty-five strange pilgrims will be coming to the Silent Mirror Temple to pay homage in a short while."
As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion immediately broke out in the crowd.
Xia Ning ignored the noise and continued:
"What you need to do is guide the pilgrims around the temple three times to help them eliminate their karmic obstacles."
She turned slightly to the side and pointed to the outer wall of the Silent Mirror Temple:
"The route around the temple starts from the main entrance, goes around the outer wall of the temple, and then returns to the starting point; this is one loop."
"After circling around three times consecutively, it is considered complete."
At this point, she withdrew her hand, her gaze returning to the crowd, and her tone suddenly became more serious:
"There are now 107 of you. You need to form groups of three or four people each."
"Each group is responsible for serving one pilgrim."
"Inadequate service, or violation of rules—"
She paused for a second, a cold smile curving her lips:
"die!"