Chapter 90: Chapter 88: So, The Exalted One Likes ?
Seeing the spot she’d cleared for him, Javier Sinclair montarily forgot how to react. A peculiar emotion flickered across his cold face.
’Is she inviting
to bed?’
’Alright then!’
Javier Sinclair stood up, sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, and then simply flopped back and lay down.
He felt that only beside this woman and the little cub could his mind truly relax.
Seeing him lie down right next to her, Celeste Grant’s eyes widened as she pointed at him.
"Hey, what are you doing lying down?"
Javier Sinclair turned onto his side.
He raised his eyes to look at her.
"Woman, weren’t you the one who told
to get on the bed?"
The corner of Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched, and she shot him a glare. "I told you to sit on the bed, not to sleep with . You’re certainly creative with your interpretations."
"Heh, what’s the difference? It’s all getting on the bed," Javier Sinclair sneered. "You’re so difficult."
As he spoke, he reached out, grabbed her by the shoulder, and pushed her down onto the pillow. "Shh, go to sleep. You’re going to wake the little cub."
Looking at the man so close beside her, Celeste Grant felt her face grow warm. ’Being like this with him... we’re just like a young couple in love.’
Celeste Grant turned on her side to face him.
By the light of the moon,
she could see his face clearly.
Celeste Grant only knew he was a Demon Cultivator several centuries old, but she didn’t know his actual age. Curious, she asked, "The Exalted One, may I ask you a question?"
Javier Sinclair glanced at her.
"Mm."
Celeste Grant rested a finger on her chin and asked, "Co to think of it, I still don’t know exactly how old you are. The Exalted One, how old are you this year?"
Javier Sinclair: "576. Is there a problem?"
Celeste Grant: "..."
’Holy crap!’
’You old fossil!’
’Seriously, a fossil!’
’He’s practically an ancestor of The Demonic Sects.’
’And I actually slept with him.’
Even though Celeste Grant was sowhat prepared, the number was still a bit staggering. 576 years old. She wasn’t even old enough to match the last two digits of his age.
At this thought, she couldn’t help but sigh in amazent.
"The Cultivation World really is sothing else. Even ancestors who are hundreds of years old look this young."
Javier Sinclair: "Heh. Ancestor? Celeste Grant, are you saying I’m old?"
Celeste Grant waved her hands dismissively.
"Not at all. I just think this world is truly magical."
’Back in her old world, he’d be nothing but ashes by now. If not ashes, then an ancestor resting in a coffin.’
’But here, with his long lifespan, a few hundred years is nothing. He’s probably outlived countless Cultivators from both righteous and demonic paths, and he’s still kicking.’
Thinking of this,
Celeste Grant let out a soft chuckle, her hand brushing against his arm. Then she whispered, "Do you know how old I am this year?"
Javier Sinclair: "..."
’This woman is trying to call
old again.’
Even if he didn’t know, he could roughly guess.
"So, have you even co of age?"
Hearing his resigned, sarcastic tone, Celeste Grant wanted to laugh.
"Of course I have! I’m twenty-one." She propped herself up, resting her cheek on her hand as she looked at him. "So, since I’m so young... should I call you big brother? Or perhaps, uncle?"
She was right beside him, the two of them squeezed closely together. Her soft, gentle voice drifted into his ear.
Perhaps because she had moved closer, his body instinctively tensed up.
His breathing grew ragged.
Celeste Grant lowered her voice.
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
Javier Sinclair closed his eyes.
"What do you want
to say?"
"You’re no fun."
Javier Sinclair’s eyes snapped open, his gaze intense. With a dead-serious expression, he said, "How would you like
to be fun? Should I go crack open a few skulls for you to play with? Or perhaps I could take you to kill a few people?"
Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but pat his chest and burst out laughing. "HAHAHA! You’re trying to make
die of laughter! Just how obsessed are you with skulls? No, seriously, The Exalted One, just how many have you cracked? Bring them out, let
have a look."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
He reached out and pinched her cheek.
"What, do you want to find out for yourself?"
"No need for that. How about we try sothing else?"
Celeste Grant smiled.
But her smile dazzled Javier Sinclair.
She took hold of his hand.
"The Exalted One, your fingers are actually quite nice."
"I ntioned before that I’d prepared a little kiss for you, and although that offer was automatically canceled... seeing as you ca all this way looking so eager, how about I reinstate it?"
As she spoke, she turned her head and planted a light kiss on his finger. "How’s that?"
Javier Sinclair froze.
She had kissed him.
His fingers went rigid.
Javier Sinclair’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
How could he let a woman kiss him like that and not lose face? He twisted his hand, grabbing her by the wrist. "I don’t think that was good enough at all." ’She kissed , so I have to kiss her back, right?’
The next mont, he flipped Celeste Grant over and pinned her beneath him.
He lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
Celeste Grant’s vision was filled with nothing but his magnified face and the long strands of his hair falling over his shoulder.
He pinned her hands to one side, his other hand gripping her waist...
After the kiss ended,
Javier Sinclair stopped, exercising restraint, and lay down beside her.
Blushing, Celeste Grant tried to scoot a little closer to her son, but a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back. A large arm wrapped around her.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"Who’s running? I just feel like it’s a bit cramped."
’Despite her teasing him’
’and flirting with him,’
’the truth was, she didn’t have much experience either.’
She shifted slightly.
She turned on her side to face him.
’Their relationship was already a tangled ss; there was no way to get it clean now. As for the future, she’d just let things take their course.’
’But before that, she had to get a few things straight.’
Thinking of this,
Celeste Grant began to question him.
"The Exalted One, do you have a ’white moonlight’? Or a ’cinnabar mole’?"
Javier Sinclair frowned slightly.
"What are those things? Cinnabar? Are you trying to learn how to make talismans?"
"That’s not what ’white moonlight’ and ’cinnabar mole’ an."
"They can have other anings? Then it seems my knowledge is lacking."
Celeste Grant explained to him, "It’s like... you’re in love with a girl, but she doesn’t love you back. The next thing you know, she’s beco soone else’s Taoist Companion and had a child with them. She becos the woman you can never have—that’s a ’white moonlight.’ The kind you can’t get over, even if you et her again many years later."
Javier Sinclair looked puzzled.
"Oh. Then what’s a ’cinnabar mole’?"
Celeste Grant continued, "And a ’cinnabar mole’ is a woman you loved dearly who died when your love for her was at its peak. She becos like a mark on your heart that can never be removed. So, do you have a white moonlight or a cinnabar mole?"
Javier Sinclair: "..."
"’White moonlight,’ ’cinnabar mole’... is that all? What is all this nonsense?"
He frowned slightly.
’Although he didn’t want to explain much to her,’
’he still offered an explanation.’
"No. I have had no other won before you. White moonlight, cinnabar mole... stop reading such trash and clear out that head of yours."
Celeste Grant: "Well, if you don’t, you don’t. I was just asking casually."
Javier Sinclair sneered, "That’s not even a possibility. Celeste Grant, I don’t know about other people, but sothing like that would absolutely never happen to . Anything I desire, I will stop at nothing to take for myself. And if I can’t have it... no one else will either."
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