Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 111

Chapter 111: Crunch, Crunch

“Cry again.”

These words sounded both malicious and ambiguous, especially on a bed late at night.

If it weren’t for the fact that Xie Yu’s eyes didn’t have that meaning, Sang Jing would have really suspected that she had seen something indecent again.

She was really just wanting to see her cry.

“Xie Yu,” Sang Jing called her, her hand on her neck.

Xie Yu felt the hand on the back of her neck tighten slightly. She lowered her head, and their noses touched.

“Where have you learned to?”

“The middle of the second stage.”

Sang Jing closed her eyes. The place she wanted Xie Yu to learn to was still in the fourth stage.

“Hurry up,” Sang Jing said, raising her head to kiss Xie Yu’s lips, her voice a little muffled. “Learn a little faster.”

Xie Yu’s body went numb from hearing this. The current Sang Jing had a strange attraction, which made her unable to help but want to swallow her saliva, wanting to… eat her.

Taking advantage of her position on top, Xie Yu returned a deep kiss. Their warm and cool lips gently held each other, from light to heavy. The room was filled with restrained panting.

The kiss moved from the corner of her lips to her chin, …………………….

Sang Jing tilted her head back, ………………

……, Xie Yu leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, carefully observing Sang Jing’s reaction. “What’s wrong?”

She was afraid that she would make Sang Jing uncomfortable again.

Sang Jing raised her arm again to cover her eyes, her breathing not so calm as she said, “You haven’t learned the five senses yet.”

Xie Yu looked up, a question mark appearing in her eyes as she looked at Sang Jing. “Do you have to be so principled at this time?”

…………………………………

“Don’t…”

“You’re already feeling it,” Xie Yu said, burying her face in her neck and biting her neck unhappily. “You’re still keeping it in? Then am I just a decoration?”

Sang Jing took a deep breath, feeling a little thirsty. She moved her leg and touched Xie Yu. “Get me a glass of water.”

Xie Yu hummed and twisted on her, unwilling to get down.

Sang Jing urged again, “Hurry up.”

When Xie Yu got out of bed to get water, she heard the person behind her say, “You’ve read so many fanfictions. You should know about ‘bed death’, right? This kind of thing really affects… a relationship. I… I don’t want this to happen to us. So I also want you to feel happy. If you do something for a long time, you’ll get tired. It’s very difficult for a ghost to cultivate to the five senses. I’m afraid that by the time we get there, you… won’t like this anymore.”

Sang Jing’s words were not smooth, as if she were forcing herself to say them.

How to describe Xie Yu’s current mood? A volcanic eruption, and an instant one at that.

At night, she had heard what was equivalent to a confession. Now, she had heard Sang Jing say that she didn’t want to have a ‘bed death’ with her, and was afraid that she would get tired of doing these things with her. She had thought so much and so far.

And, she, a reserved person, had actually said it!

Xie Yu turned around with a glass of water and saw Sang Jing leaning against the head of the bed, her face turned towards the window.

Xie Yu walked over and reached out to touch Sang Jing’s ear. It was scorching hot. The red at the tip of her ear spread down to her neck and collarbone, turning into a faint pink.

“I won’t get tired. I like it very much,” Xie Yu was also a little shy. She asked in a small voice, “For you to ask me to cultivate quickly, does that mean you also like to do it with me? You also want to… that me?”

Sang Jing’s face flushed, and her hand, which was clutching the blanket, tightened.

She was a little regretful for saying those words to Xie Yu just now. She had been impulsive.

She didn’t speak again. Xie Yu wrinkled her nose.

“Didn’t you want to drink water?”

Only then did Sang Jing turn her face over, her eyelashes lowered, and she reached for the glass of water.

The hand holding the glass of water tilted a little to avoid her hand and was brought to her lips.

Xie Yu raised one leg and knelt on the bed, slowly tilting the mouth of the glass to feed her.

Sang Jing had to raise her head. The cold water entered her mouth, making her feel not so hot anymore.

Their eyes met in mid-air. The angle of the glass’s tilt suddenly became larger, and water flowed from the corner of her lips to her chin, wetting a patch on her chest.

Xie Yu was flustered. “Ah, it’s wet. Hurry up and take it off.”

Sang Jing: “…”

What a clumsy trick.

Xie Yu put down the glass of water, lowered her head, and reached out to unbutton Sang Jing’s clothes while smiling.

Many of Sang Jing’s pajamas were button-down. The first button was a little below her collarbone. As she unbuttoned from the first one, more and more white was revealed. Xie Yu inexplicably liked this process, watching the fair and clean Sang Jing being peeled out by her.

Her hand was pressed down a second time. Xie Yu’s expectant eyes immediately widened, and she got on the bed and sat on Sang Jing. “‘Bed death’ also has a process. You’re braking right at the start. Isn’t that too much? You even said before that you would practice more with me. Didn’t you say my technique was not good? Now I just want to practice my technique.”

Sang Jing: “…”

Xie Yu didn’t give Sang Jing a chance to speak. She lowered her head and kissed her lips, a long and deep kiss. One hand reached behind her neck to support her and deepen the kiss.

Feeling an indistinct response, ……………………………….

A moment later, she successfully heard the chaotic breathing and light panting. Xie Yu kissed Sang Jing’s ear and said in a low voice, “We can take it slow, not so fast. Just like last time, I won’t use my hands, okay?”

Sang Jing did not answer her, but she did not reject her again.

…………………………………………

Sang Jing looked up, her breathing heavier. Xie Yu’s hair was hanging on one side, her side face against her waist, ………………

Damn it.

The scene was too stimulating. Sang Jing fell back on the pillow and raised her arm to cover her eyes.

Practice makes perfect. This time, Xie Yu was much more familiar with the routine.

……………………

A great sense of satisfaction rose in Xie Yu’s heart. Sang Jing was very responsive, very, very responsive.

She didn’t say it, but her body was very honest.

A very fragrant smell of white pear blossoms, …………

Her consciousness was thrown to the clouds. Sang Jing slowly let go of her fingers, which were clutching the blanket. She blinked her eyes, and her eyelashes felt a little wet.

Xie Yu climbed up and was a little stunned when she saw Sang Jing after she had come.

Sang Jing had not yet recovered. Her body was rising and falling with her breathing, her eyes were a little misty, as if they were filled with tears, and the corners of her eyes were flushed, even prettier than when she had cried at night.

Xie Yu swallowed her throat. She still wanted to, one more time.

Xie Yu didn’t understand how there could be such a terrible thing as ‘bed death’. She felt that she could do it with Sang Jing for a lifetime and would never get tired.

She lay down beside Sang Jing, grabbed a handful of her hair to smell, and then licked her lips, not yet satisfied. “Do you want to… again?”

“No,” Sang Jing refused quickly, but also quickly gave a reason. “My back hurts a little.”

Although she hadn’t moved much, when she was excited, she would inevitably pull the muscles in her back and pull at the wound. So for a period of time, it was both pleasurable and painful.

Xie Yu’s eyes immediately cleared, and all her thoughts were gone. She quickly sat up. “Let me see.”

Sang Jing turned over and lay prone. Xie Yu helped her take off her pajamas and saw that a few scrapes had been pulled and were bleeding, and had also stained her clothes, but not much.

Xie Yu frowned and said softly, “We need to reapply the medicine.”

“Alright.”

It was still a little wet and cold between her legs, and it was not very comfortable. Sang Jing wanted to go to the bathroom to deal with it first.

Xie Yu changed the bedsheets outside, threw the dirty ones into the washing machine, and then took a set of clean pajamas and waited at the bathroom door.

“Come in,” Sang Jing called her.

Xie Yu opened the door and went in, her eyes unable to help but glance at Sang Jing’s body.

Such white legs, such a beautiful waist, so pink…

The next second, a towel was thrown at her face, and she couldn’t see anything.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing came from her ear, and then Sang Jing’s voice. “Come and help me apply the medicine.”

Xie Yu took the towel off and saw that Sang Jing was already dressed with her back to her. Her top was loosely draped over her arms, and the collar was hanging at her waist, revealing a large part of her back.

A very familiar scene. She had also applied medicine for Sang Jing like this before.

But that time, she had been the one who had injured her.

Xie Yu carefully finished applying the medicine for Sang Jing. The person and the ghost returned to the bed. Sang Jing was lying on her stomach. She didn’t like to sleep in this position, but she had been tired all day, and had just had another episode. She was so sleepy she couldn’t open her eyes.

Xie Yu was also lying on her stomach, tilting her head to watch her sleep, a lock of her hair in her hand.

After Sang Jing had fallen asleep, Xie Yu sat up and took out the book to start cultivating.

The next day, Sang Jing rarely slept in. She didn’t wake up at her usual time. Xie Yu leaned over the side of the bed, watching her, watching her. She didn’t want to disturb her sleep, but she couldn’t help but reach out and touch her eyebrows, nose, and mouth.

Although she hadn’t remembered her past memories yet, Xie Yu had a gut feeling that she had never been in a relationship before, and had never liked a person so much, wanting to watch her and be close to her all the time, her heart and eyes filled with this person.

Her fingers touched the corner of her mouth. Just as Xie Yu was about to lift it into a smile, her hand was caught.

Sang Jing’s hand was warm. She had just taken it out from under the pillow, and her eyes were not yet open. “What are you doing?”

Xie Yu heard that her voice was a little hoarse, with a thick nasal tone. She frowned. “Do you have a cold?”

“Maybe,” Sang Jing said, moving her hand to pull Xie Yu towards her, as if she wanted to bring her into the blanket.

Xie Yu followed her, reminding her of her injury. “Be careful of your back.”

“It’s fine,” Sang Jing was obviously very sleepy, and her voice was getting more and more slurred. “Why are you up?”

Xie Yu blinked her eyes slowly, looking at Sang Jing holding her hand, and also at her question. She made a bold guess.

Sang Jing wanted her to sleep in with her.

Thinking of this, Xie Yu climbed onto the bed, neatly lifted the blanket, and lay down beside Sang Jing, her arms around her waist.

Sang Jing didn’t speak, but rested her head on her shoulder and went back to sleep.

She had guessed correctly.

It was a very quiet morning, until Sang Jing heard a scratching sound at the door, and a few dissatisfied meows.

Only then did she open her eyes and get out of bed, wash up, change her clothes, and open the door.

Meow Meow was sitting at the door, looking up at her.

Before, with Sister Hei and Sister Shu around, and now that they had to work overtime, Meow Meow had to come and call Sang Jing.

Sang Jing bent down and stroked her head, then went downstairs to feed her, and also prepared a portion for Xie Yu.

As she was watching Meow Meow eat, the door was knocked twice. Sang Jing went to open the door. Sang Cixin and Sang Cishui were standing outside.

“Mama?” Sang Jing blinked her eyes.

Right, she had a mother now.

Sang Cixin saw that her bangs were still a little wet, as if she had just washed up. She asked in a gentle voice, “Have you had breakfast?”

Sang Jing shook her head. “Not yet.”

Sang Cixin held up the bag in her hand. “I brought it for you.”

She had been looking online last night on how to get along with young people and had found that many young people nowadays didn’t like to eat breakfast. She was afraid that Sang Jing was also like this, so she had gotten up early to buy a portion and send it over.

Sang Jing didn’t have the bad habit of not eating breakfast, but to suddenly have someone thinking about whether she had eaten breakfast made her a little at a loss.

“Thank, thank you, Mama,” Sang Jing said, stepping aside to let them in. “Come in and sit.”

Sang Cixin noticed that her voice was a little off and asked with concern, “Are you sick?”

Sang Jing led them into the house. “I have a little cold. I’ll be fine after taking some medicine.”

Xie Yu had just come downstairs. Seeing Sang Cixin, she wished she could float in front of her. “Mama is here!”

Sang Cixin liked Xie Yu very much. Hearing her call her, the smile on her face grew even bigger. “Xiao Yu.”

Sang Jing’s ears were a little hot.

The family sat together. Xie Yu ate incense, and Sang Jing ate a small steamed bun. There was also a Meow Meow by the table.

Crunch, crunch—