Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1012 - 938: Walking Together

"It’s nothing."

Ye Qingfeng glanced at Shui Yiyi, his expression indifferent, not at all looking like he was injured.

He casually wiped the blood from his mouth and walked over to Shui Yiyi, crouching down to pick up the bottle of mineral water.

Opening the cap, Ye Qingfeng moved the mouth of the bottle to Shui Yiyi’s lips.

Shui Yiyi’s pretty face flushed; she hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng would feed her water. Despite his cold demeanor, this man had a meticulous heart, warming hers.

Shui Yiyi’s red lips parted slightly, allowing Ye Qingfeng to feed the water into her mouth, the sweet liquid immediately filling her mouth.

Ye Qingfeng put away the bottle of water, glancing at Shui Yiyi, not understanding why she blushed just from drinking water.

"You rest for a bit, I need to cultivate and recover my body."

Ye Qingfeng sat down beside Shui Yiyi, speaking.

He deliberately maintained a cold attitude.

Shui Yiyi nodded, and Ye Qingfeng ceased paying attention to her, beginning to practice the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique on his own.

"Ye Qingfeng."

After a while, Ye Qingfeng heard Shui Yiyi’s voice and opened his eyes, seeing her looking at him with a strange expression.

"What’s up?" Ye Qingfeng asked, looking at Shui Yiyi.

Shui Yiyi pursed her lips, hesitating to speak, her pretty face blushing deeply.

"What is it? Just say it." Ye Qingfeng stared at Shui Yiyi, not understanding her shyness.

Shui Yiyi’s pretty face was burning hot, and she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Clenching her teeth, she said, "I... I need to relieve myself. I really can’t hold it anymore."

Shui Yiyi blushed deeply, speaking such words was truly embarrassing, but she really couldn’t endure any longer.

She was now completely powerless, unable to move on her own, and couldn’t just wet herself.

Ye Qingfeng was at a loss for words; he hadn’t anticipated running into such a situation, but he was currently without any spiritual energy and was also quite weak, unable to restore Shui Yiyi’s body directly.

Seeing Shui Yiyi on the verge of tears, Ye Qingfeng realized she couldn’t hold on any longer.

"Alright, I’ll help you." Ye Qingfeng nodded.

He actually didn’t want things to be like this; he didn’t want to have overly intimate interactions with Shui Yiyi, as it would only harm her.

Shui Yiyi was wearing jeans, and Ye Qingfeng approached her, first undoing the button on her jeans.

As Ye Qingfeng’s hand touched her waist, Shui Yiyi’s body involuntarily trembled; she was too nervous.

Don’t be nervous; she and Ye Qingfeng had already become intimate, she reassured herself.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng pulled down Shui Yiyi’s pants, revealing a magnificent view.

Ye Qingfeng, a man full of vigor, couldn’t help but feel parched and a slight reaction in his body upon witnessing this scene.

But Ye Qingfeng quickly averted his gaze.

Ye Qingfeng moved behind Shui Yiyi, lifting her up while pretending to remain calm, saying, "Alright, go ahead."

Shui Yiyi’s face was so red that it was almost giving off steam; their position was too embarrassing. She continuously reassured herself that they had done more intimate things, so this was normal.

Even as she consoled herself, Shui Yiyi’s heart raced, her anxiety unmistakable.

After waiting a while with no movement, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help asking, "Um, are you done?"

Shui Yiyi’s heart raced even faster, feeling the urge to dig a hole to hide in, trembling as she said, "I’m too nervous."

"What’s there to be nervous about?" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

"But your heart is beating so fast." Shui Yiyi couldn’t help but say.

Ye Qingfeng was holding her from behind; Shui Yiyi could feel his heartbeat, pounding just as fast as hers.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one nervous; Ye Qingfeng, despite his composed facade, was quite tense too.

Shui Yiyi calmed herself a bit, but her face began to flush again, as she whispered, "And, something is pressing against me."

Behind her, Ye Qingfeng’s face finally changed slightly; he knew what Shui Yiyi was referring to.

Currently, his body was severely injured, devoid of spiritual energy, weaker than an ordinary person.

In such a situation, it was natural to have a typical reaction, especially given Ye Qingfeng’s vigorous blood energy.

Ye Qingfeng felt momentarily awkward, but maintained a calm demeanor, saying, "Alright, no need to be nervous, go ahead and finish up."

Finally, Shui Yiyi couldn’t hold it any longer, and Ye Qingfeng heard a rustling sound.

With that taken care of, Ye Qingfeng felt relieved, as if he’d had a fierce battle.

Just then, Ye Qingfeng heard Shui Yiyi’s cautious voice.

"Do you have some paper? Could you help... help me wipe..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence no matter what, but Ye Qingfeng understood.

Shui Yiyi’s face was as red as it could be, almost dripping blood. Despite how embarrassing it was, not wiping after relieving herself was too gross for her to stand.

Shui Yiyi had to comfort herself mentally, considering Ye Qingfeng to be her chosen husband.

Ye Qingfeng also felt helpless; he truly didn’t want excessive intimacy with Shui Yiyi.

However, Ye Qingfeng didn’t refuse, taking out a tissue to help Shui Yiyi.

After completing everything, Ye Qingfeng quickly helped Shui Yiyi put her pants back on; by then, Shui Yiyi’s face was crimson, almost dripping blood.

Ye Qingfeng said nothing more about it, placing Shui Yiyi to the side and closing his eyes to cultivate.

Shui Yiyi was in a shy state, not daring to look at Ye Qingfeng.

After some time, Ye Qingfeng finally recovered some strength and opened his eyes.

Ye Qingfeng naturally sensed that Shui Yiyi didn’t want to be left alone, heaved a slight sigh, and said, "Let’s go together; it’s too dangerous for you to be here alone."

"But..."

Shui Yiyi hadn’t finished her sentence before Ye Qingfeng lifted her up.

Suddenly held in Ye Qingfeng’s arms, Shui Yiyi’s face flushed, burying her face in Ye Qingfeng’s chest, too hot to speak.

Ye Qingfeng, without further ado, packed their belongings, slung Shui Yiyi’s backpack over his shoulders, and set off.

Shui Yiyi pressed her cheek against Ye Qingfeng’s chest; this seemingly thin man surprisingly possessed a bit of chest muscle.

It wasn’t much, but just enough to feel comfortably pleasant.

Feeling the warmth of Ye Qingfeng’s chest, Shui Yiyi felt incredibly secure; perhaps this was the man’s allure.

Carrying a backpack and holding Shui Yiyi, Ye Qingfeng walked through the dense Primordial Forest.

Sunlight filtered through the thick foliage, casting specks of light onto Ye Qingfeng’s handsome face.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was indifferent, yet conveyed a sense of confidence, making people naturally want to trust him.