A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Sheng Zhiyu hesitated.

For safety reasons, she had stayed in the same room with Qi Heyi at night before.

She didn't regard Qi Heyi as a man at all, but she couldn't treat this senior brother.

Song Qiran was indeed her type, mature, handsome, and personable.

And in the Siam copy, they almost had sex.

She couldn't help but see him as an attractive man.

After thinking about it, she still refused. She had always been unsure of her self-control and could never do anything that would disgrace Gu Xingzhou and Qin Tian: "Elder brother, don't worry, our rooms are next to each other, any sound will be heard. Can hear it.”

When Sheng Zhiyu said this, Song Qiran couldn't hold on any longer: "Well, if something happens at night, just call me."

Sheng Zhiyu nodded.

Song Qiran returned to her room, knowing that she was too aggressive in the Siam copy, which made Sheng Zhiyu defensive.

It's just that he and Sheng Zhiyu can only be alone together for a few days. It would be a pity not to seize the opportunity.

Sheng Zhiyu originally thought that Princess Wuya would not take action against them.

Unexpectedly, that night, she heard the sound of swords clashing from the next room.

Sheng Zhiyu thought that Song Qiran had cured the prince, and Princess Wuya might have wanted to kill someone to silence her and avoid future troubles.

So she hurriedly put on her coat and ran to the next room.

I saw that Song Qiran had already eliminated most of the assassins, but his arm was also chopped.

Sheng Zhiyu's eyes flashed and he released the cow cat.

The cow cat meowed and swallowed all the remaining assassins.

"What's going on?" Princess Wuya quickly brought someone here.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at her calm face. If it weren't for her excellent acting skills, she would have suspected that the assassin was not arranged by her.

Song Qiran couldn't speak Nile, so Sheng Zhiyu answered for him: "Back to the princess, someone wanted to kill the imperial doctor, but they have been solved."

"That's good, I'll have these corpses disposed of, and I will give an explanation to the imperial doctor tomorrow." Princess Wuya had the corpses on the ground dragged away.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?" Sheng Zhiyu stepped forward to check on Song Qiran's condition.

Song Qiran said: "It's nothing serious, it's just that there seems to be medicine on the sword."

"What medicine?" Sheng Zhiyu felt bad.

Song Qiran's breathing became a little heavier: "It seems to be drugged."

Sheng Zhiyu took out a Qingxin Pill and asked him to take it, but Song Qiran refused: "These pills are very precious. My injury will be fine. The drug doesn't seem to be heavy."

Sheng Zhiyu felt a little guilty. After all, if she had agreed to live in the same room with Song Qiran from the beginning, Song Qiran would not have been hurt: "You should come to my room to lay the floor."

Song Qiran nodded: "Then don't bother junior sister."

These assassins were not enough for him, but he knew that he needed to be injured.

Only in this way can Sheng Zhiyu soften his heart.

In this way, Song Qiran moved the quilt to Sheng Zhiyu's room.

However, because the ship had entered the sea and the bunk bed was a little bumpy, Sheng Zhiyu couldn't bear to let Song Qiran suffer from his wounds again, so he let him sleep on the bed.

Anyway, her pajamas were quite tight, and Song Qiran was also wearing clothes.

Song Qiran didn't do anything for the time being, but he used sleeping incense.

Sheng Zhiyu fell asleep quickly.

"Junior sister?" Song Qiran called out a few times tentatively, and found that Sheng Zhiyu was not awake, so he turned over and tapped her sleeping point.

He knew that after the assassination just now, they were temporarily safe, so he decided to attack Sheng Zhiyu.

Sheng Zhiyu knew nothing and just slept peacefully.

Song Qiran's slender fingers trembled slightly, and after some mental struggle, she finally untied her pajamas.

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Song Qiran endured it very hard. He took a deep breath and felt that he was going crazy.

"Junior sister." Song Qiran said softly, "If you know what I did to you in the future, can you forgive me? I love you, I really love you..."

Sheng Zhiyu couldn't answer and just closed his eyes quietly.

But she didn't sleep peacefully, her face was a little flushed, and she was already moved by Song Qiran.

Song Qiran held her tightly in his arms, kissed her lips, and stroked Sheng Zhiyu's body with his slender fingers, gradually igniting her.

Sheng Zhiyu began to cater to Song Qiran unconsciously, nuzzling in his arms, wanting to get more from him.

A certain kind of flame burned completely, getting stronger and stronger.

The strings in Song Qiran's mind were completely broken, and at the same time, his sense of morality was also broken.

He pressed Sheng Zhiyu under him and kept him close to her.

Sheng Zhiyu seemed to feel something. Because she was made very comfortable, she unconsciously raised her body and took the initiative to accommodate Song Qiran.

After all, Song Qiran had no experience, so he handed over Yuanyang halfway.

At this time, he was especially glad that Sheng Zhiyu was asleep, otherwise he would never have the face to see her in the future.

However, he also discovered that this time it did not count as dual cultivation.

After thinking for a moment, Song Qiran decisively chose to take the medicine by herself.

Sheng Zhiyu was not satisfied and twisted a little unbearably.

Song Qiran quickly regrouped and moved forward.

He barely held back this time and lowered his eyes to look at the entanglement between the two. There seemed to be a trace of crazy blood in his usually gentle eyes.

He had never known that something like this felt so good, it made his scalp tingle with pleasure.

Next, he relied on his instinct to please Sheng Zhiyu.

The wooden bed creaked and swayed, and the night seemed to be filled with a sweet scent of love.

Song Qiran lost all restraint and gave away all his essence over the years.

After a lovely night, when Sheng Zhiyu woke up, he found Song Qiran lying quietly next to him, seemingly not awake yet.

She felt a little sore, but she didn't think about anything else. She just felt that the boat was too bumpy.

Song Qiran was more cautious than Qin Tian before. He had already used ointment to remove all the traces on Sheng Zhiyu's body, and then used his internal power to dry the sheets.

Even if Sheng Zhiyu is suspicious, there is no evidence.

Besides, she would never suspect that Song Qiran had done that kind of thing to her.

"Junior sister, are you awake?" Song Qiran opened her eyes.

After all, they woke up from the same bed. Sheng Zhiyu was a little embarrassed: "It should be six or seven days before we get to Rome."

Now is the tailwind season, which greatly saves time.

It's just that she had to sleep in the same bed with Song Qiran for so many days, which was really embarrassing.

After all, Song Qiran always had a meticulous and strict ascetic image on weekdays. When he first got up, his slightly messy hair and slightly open collar made people uncontrollable.

Sure enough, mature men have a different style.

Sheng Zhiyu still didn't know how he was treated by Song Qiran yesterday, and now he was still immersed in his beauty.

Song Qiran learned the lesson from last time, so naturally he would not expose it when Sheng Zhiyu was awake.

He quickly got out of bed and tidied himself up: "Junior sister, since I have nothing to do, why don't we go to the deck."

Sheng Zhiyu nodded: "Elder brother, please go out first, I want to change clothes."

Song Qiran smiled slightly: "Okay, then I'll wait for Junior Sister."

He completely got Sheng Zhiyu last night, so he was naturally in a good mood today.

Sheng Zhiyu got out of bed, feeling strange.

But she checked and found nothing wrong, not even a trace, so she thought she was being careless.

After changing their clothes, the two went to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.

The Mediterranean Sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the azure water and sky merge into one, making it completely clear.

Sheng Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze.

Her thick black hair was blown up, reflecting her snow-white profile and long, thick eyelashes, making her look as pure and beautiful as an angel who accidentally fell into the world.

Song Qiran's heart was filled with excitement and she wanted to hold her in her arms and love her well.

He felt that he could no longer control his feelings for Sheng Zhiyu. He wanted to completely own her and stand by her side legitimately.

Not as a senior brother, but as a man.

"Master Physician, Princess Wuya said that yesterday's assassin was found and was sent by the Pharaoh." The arrival of a guard broke the quiet atmosphere.