Chapter 1220: Past Events and Wine

When Zhou Yuan embraced her, Yaoyao was clearly a little stunned. A moment later, she felt her waist tightly encircled by Zhou Yuan's arms, the strong embrace as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Instinctively, she was about to activate her Genesis Qi to push away this audacious fellow, but just as the Qi surged, she suppressed it. This was because she could clearly feel Zhou Yuan's body trembling slightly at that moment—a deep affection, joy, and a hidden, profound fear.

Fear? Yaoyao understood Zhou Yuan's character very well. He usually appeared gentle, but deep down, he was resilient. He never recoiled from any hardship, let alone fear. Was he afraid of losing her? Yaoyao's long eyelashes fluttered gently. Although she had been in a deep sleep for years, she could sense Zhou Yuan's continuous efforts for this. All these years, he had been alone; it must have been very difficult for him. At this thought, a faint pang of heartache arose in Yaoyao's heart. So, she let Zhou Yuan hold her. After a moment of hesitation, she even extended a small hand and gently patted his back.

Outside the space, watching this scene, Zhuan Zhu couldn't help but click his tongue. "Little Junior Brother is truly amazing," he said. "He actually managed to 'subdue' her?" He continued, "Tsk, tsk, having a Third Sequence God as a wife—just thinking about it is incredibly exciting!" He looked a mix of admiration and envy.

However, no sooner had he spoken than a long leg kicked out from the void beside him. Zhuan Zhu quickly dodged it. "What are you envious of?" Xi Jing stepped out of the void, glaring mischievously at Zhuan Zhu. Noticing the dangerous glint in Xi Jing's eyes, Zhuan Zhu flinched and quickly hid on the other side of Cang Yuan.

Xi Jing rolled her eyes at Zhuan Zhu, then turned to Cang Yuan. "Master," she said, "she still seems to possess strong humanity." Cang Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze complex. "But her power is gradually recovering," he said. "This means her divinity is also starting to emerge. In the future..." He didn't finish, just sighed with a hint of melancholy. The more sweet these two young people were now, the more pain they might experience later. Zhuan Zhu slowly said, "Let's worry about the future when it comes. At least for now, happiness is enough." Cang Yuan and Xi Jing could only nod in agreement.

On the mountaintop, the two embraced for a long time. Zhou Yuan's emotions gradually calmed amidst the faint fragrance emanating from the person in his arms. Feeling the warm, soft embrace, he couldn't help but feel a stirring desire, and the hand around her slender waist began to warm.

However, before he could have any further thoughts, a small fist gently thumped his chest. Zhou Yuan's face instantly contorted, turning pale, and he gasped, stumbling back a couple of steps, his heels trembling. That cute little fist had nearly shattered his Saint Glazed Body.

Yaoyao casually retracted her fist, looking at Zhou Yuan with a half-smile. "Now that you've reached the Origin Infant stage," she remarked, "your courage has certainly grown." Zhou Yuan awkwardly replied, "No, no, I wouldn't dare." He looked quite shaken. Earlier, even Zhao Xianjun had almost been killed by Yaoyao's single slap; how could he, merely at the Origin Infant stage, dare to be presumptuous? It was truly the sudden outburst of long-suppressed emotions that made him a bit impulsive!

Yaoyao seemed to hum softly, but upon closer inspection, one could notice a faint blush on her flawless jade-like cheeks, which made her mysterious and ethereal aura seem much more vivid.

Yaoyao walked a few steps forward, gazing at the sea of clouds ahead. Then, with interest, she said, "Tell me about your experiences these past few years. Let me hear how badly you've fared without me watching over you." She sat down on the edge of the cliff, her slender, fair legs extended, swinging gently.

Zhou Yuan sat beside her, unable to suppress a smile. He knew Yaoyao's character too well; her nature was exceedingly cool and detached, almost a kind of distant indifference towards all worldly things. He hadn't fully understood the source of this emotion before, but after learning Yaoyao's true identity, he had a sudden realization. As a Third Sequence God, she was inherently the most noble existence in this world, so it was indeed difficult for her to pay much attention to ordinary things. The fact that she actively offered to listen to his experiences and showed interest in his story itself indicated a unique affection for him deep within her heart. He could feel that Yaoyao also had his presence in her heart.

Yaoyao glanced at Zhou Yuan, then reached to touch her waist, but found nothing there, immediately looking annoyed. Zhou Yuan, however, knew what she was thinking. He immediately took a green jade gourd from his Cosmos Bag, shook it lightly, and said, "This is the best wine I found in Tianyuan Region." Yaoyao's eyes brightened. She took the gourd, opened its mouth, sniffed lightly, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad. It seems a few years of 'beating' have made you more perceptive." At her teasing, Zhou Yuan could only grumble good-naturedly, "What a wine goddess."

Then he took a deep breath and slowly began to recount all his experiences from those years: entering Hunyuan Heaven, joining Tianyuan Region, participating in the Nine Regions Grand Assembly to win the Ancestral Dragon Lamp... all the way to going to Ancient Origin Heaven and obtaining the Ancestral Dragon's flesh and blood. He recounted almost everything, one event after another.

As the setting sun cast its slant rays, Yaoyao lightly sipped the mellow wine from the gourd. A luminous shimmer seemed to ripple in her clear, ethereal eyes, reflecting the rosy glow of the sky. Deep within her eyes, a soft light was gathering. She knew clearly how much effort this "fool" beside her had put in over the years to awaken her. Those repeated walks on the edge of a blade, those encounters with powerful enemies—yet in the end, he endured them all. Previously, even in her slumber, she had sensed Zhou Yuan's fierce protection in front of her, not retreating a single step even against formidable foes like Zhao Xianjun. All these things, like droplets of water falling into a still lake, sent ripples expanding in circles across its calm surface, ultimately spreading to the deepest parts of her heart, leaving a long and profound aftertaste.

Zhou Yuan, who was slowly narrating his story, suddenly felt his palm grow slightly cool. He turned his head slightly and saw a small hand gently slip into his, its slender, graceful fingers softly curling to tightly clasp his own. Zhou Yuan looked at Yaoyao with a hint of surprise. At that moment, she also turned her head away. He wondered if it was his imagination, but he thought he saw a faint redness around her eyes. But before he could see clearly, Yaoyao turned her head completely, leaving him with the perfect curve of her profile. "It seems you didn't do too badly after all," she said with a light chuckle. Zhou Yuan scratched his head.

But before he could speak, the person beside him leaned gently closer, resting her cheek on his shoulder. Yaoyao gazed at the distant sunset glow, then slowly closed her eyes, and a soft whisper seemed to emerge. "From now on, no one will be able to bully you."

Zhou Yuan didn't hear her words clearly. He hesitated for a moment, then extended his arm and gently embraced Yaoyao's delicate shoulder. The two nestled together, their silhouettes merging into one under the sunset glow. At this moment, Zhou Yuan wished time would stand still. This scene would forever remain in his heart.