Faceted Jade a.k.a Carven Jade [ENG Translation]

CHAPTER 42

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I still remember every word I said to you.
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No sooner had Fu Changling thought of this than he heard Tan Xin pounding on the door outside. He shuddered with fear and dismissed the idea at once. Taking a deep breath and staring intently at Qin Yan's sash, he briskly removed it. While shivering, he quickly cleansed the wounds with clean water, and with gritted teeth, he sprinkled this person with medicinal powder. He resolutely tied the bandages, pulled on his clothes, and shrank into a corner as if he were fleeing.

His heart was still racing after he hid in the corner, and his eyes were still seeing that person's delicate skin. Fu Changling sat cross-legged, fanning himself with his small fan, glancing to his right and left, trying to reduce the temperature on his face a little and allow the sensation throughout his body to subside.

At this moment, he finally realised that he was still a red-blooded youth.

Outside, Tan Xin was still banging on the door, cursing in a child-like voice, "Fu Changling! Fu Changling, open the door! The Cold Pool Cave is my abode! Did I give you permission to set up an entry door to shut me out?! Open up! Open the door! Are you up to something nefarious inside? What are you going to do to that unconscious, good-looking young cultivator? You're worse than a beast!"

Fu Changling heard him cursing more and more outrageously. Thinking that there were still hundreds of ghosts outside who enjoyed watching the spectacle, he hurriedly opened the door, grabbed Tan Xin by the collar, and carried him inside.

Tan Xin swung his small fist in the air and said angrily, "You shut me out! You have no right to shut me out! You ungrateful bastard!"

Fu Changling hooked the door with his foot, closed it, and carried Tan Xin back to his little nest. Smacking him on the head, he said, "You learn nothing good by spending time with Zhang Er and picking up all this bollock cussing."

Tan Xin clutched his head in aggravation at receiving such a whack. "You bullied me. You've got a new fellow and have forgotten about the old one, and you hit me once your new flame shows up."

"What sort of crap have you learned here?" Fu Changling was repulsed and distressed, and he felt he could no longer allow Tan Xin to have fun with Zhang Er's gang of ghosts ever again.

He led Tan Xin back to the little bed with him. Tan Xin glanced at him, then at Qin Yan in the distance, and exclaimed with some shock, "You're not going to sleep in your own bed? Are you planning to squeeze in with me?"

Fu Changling lay on his side on the bed and replied in displeasure, "I nevertheless made this bed of yours."

"You've got a spacious bed." Tan Xin climbed off the bed. "If you don't want to sleep on it, I will."

"Get back here!" Tan Xin was yanked back by Fu Changling. "No one's allowed to sleep on it. We'll just both squeeze in."

"I'm not squeezing in with you. This is my bed!" Tan Xin struggled angrily. Fu Changling's head ached from the noise he made, so he rubbed it, saying, "Alright, alright. Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Once Tan Xin was forcibly subdued, Fu Changling got up, blew out the lamp, and returned to Tan Xin's bed to sleep.

Tan Xin's bed was as small as a child's. Fu Changling was already tall and had grown so much over the past eight years that it was difficult for the entire person to lie on his side of the bed.

After a while of disgruntled protests, Tan Xin also became sleepy and eventually dozed off. Only Fu Changling had a sleepless night as he lay there.

In the darkness of the night, he could smell Qin Yan's scent and feel his breathing.