"Junior Brother!"

Ye Heng turned around, only to see his senior sister Man Qingting standing behind him.

Seeing the panicked look on Ye Heng's face, Man Qingting stretched out her hand to embrace him, caressing his head as she comforted him, "Don't be afraid, your sister is here."

Ye Heng suddenly snorted, pushing Man Qingting away, stubbornly saying, "I'm not scared, I'm not scared at all, I just can't sleep!"

Man Qingting smiled, took Ye Heng by the hand, and led him to her own room.

Upon seeing this, Chen Hao was startled, thinking to himself, "Wow! Are they going to share a room? Isn't this happening a bit too fast?"

Once inside the room, Man Qingting led Ye Heng to the bedside and said, "Your sister is very scared, always afraid of ghosts in the middle of the night, can my junior brother keep me company while sleeping?"

Hearing Man Qingting say this, Chen Hao immediately felt a surge of warmth. He knew that Man Qingting was worried that Chen Hao would have nightmares and sleep poorly, and moreover, Ye Heng was a stubborn and strong-willed child, so that's why Man Qingting pretended to be weak and asked Ye Heng to accompany her. However, Ye Heng from his past life was still just a ten-year-old child at this time, and couldn't really appreciate Man Qingting's meticulous care.

At once, Chen Hao's heart was also touched by Man Qingting's gesture.

Ye Heng shook his head and said, "My mother said, 'Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving things!'"

Unable to suppress a chuckle, Man Qingting said, "It seems that you're truly an adult."

"I am already an adult!" Ye Heng's eyes were firm.

Man Qingting proposed, "Then you lie on the bed, and your sister will sit by your side, and you can keep her company with a conversation."

Ye Heng shook his head and replied, "You lie down and sleep, Sister; I'll sit by the bed to meditate and rest, so you won't be scared anymore."

"You know how to meditate!" Man Qingting said with surprise, "Have you learned martial arts before?"

Ye Heng nodded and answered, "My dad taught me some inner strength techniques and fist stances."

After thinking for a moment, Man Qingting smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, then sit next to your sister to meditate. With you here, your sister can sleep soundly."

Before long, Ye Heng fell asleep, and the images in Chen Hao's mind went dark.

When the light reappeared in his mind, it was already dawn.

Ye Heng opened his eyes to find himself leaning against Man Qingting's embrace, covered with a quilt. He gently turned over to look at Man Qingting. Her breathing was calm, her skin pale like snow.

After watching for a long time, Ye Heng couldn't help but reach out to pinch Man Qingting's slender and straight nose.

"So young and already playing the hooligan," Chen Hao thought to himself with inward laughter. By now, every inch of Man Qingting's skin on her face was deeply etched into his memory following Ye Heng's gaze. To him, this feeling of immersion was too real!

He was Ye Heng, and Ye Heng was him!

Man Qingting opened her eyes, glancing at Ye Heng with a sleepily amused smile, then asked, "Did you wet the bed last night?"

Ye Heng felt indignant, crawling out from under the quilt, and thought resentfully, "Sister, you better not treat me as a child!"

With a teasing laugh, Man Qingting asked, "I wonder who said last night that men and women shouldn't touch? "

Ye Heng snorted and said, "I was too tired last night, so I just fell over, but it definitely won't happen tonight."

That evening, Ye Heng meditated on Man Qingting's bed again.

The next morning when he awoke, he was not lying on the bed but had persisted in meditating throughout the night.

Suddenly!

Chen Hao could not help but quicken the pace of his flute playing, and the images in his mind were also whizzing by. When the images finally slowed down, Chen Hao saw Ye Heng had transformed from a child with an immature face into a tall and slender teenager.

Ye Heng was already sixteen years old!

After six years of arduous training, Ye Heng's Inner Strength, Qinggong, and swordsmanship had all improved by leaps and bounds, and his personality had become much more cheerful.

And Man Qingting was now a "spinster" of twenty-two, yet time had not left a single mark on her face.

Chen Hao naturally understood that this was because Man Qingting was a zombie;

However, Ye Heng, who was unaware of this fact, had long since regarded his senior sister as a Heavenly Immortal, thinking she became more beautiful every day in his heart.

Every night for those six years, Ye Heng would sit and meditate beside Man Qingting's bed. It's just that at his age, he would sneak a few glances at her while she was sound asleep. He liked to steal a look at the tranquil stillness on her face while she slept, and he liked to smell the scent that emanated from her body.

Ye Heng was full of curiosity about everything related to Man Qingting.

Chen Hao could feel that Ye Heng had fallen for Man Qingting, and this feeling of affection inevitably infected his own heart.

Every morning, Ye Heng would reach out to gently touch her face to wake her up. Her face was very smooth and a little cool to the touch. Sometimes Ye Heng would wonder what it would feel like if his lips were to touch her face.

Such thoughts also appeared in Chen Hao's mind.

After the images proceeded slowly for a while, they began to speed up again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just then, a knocking sound suddenly arose, interrupting Chen Hao's flute playing.

Chen Hao hurriedly got up and rushed to the door.

However, after taking a step with each foot, it felt as if a gust of wind generated beneath his feet, propelling him in an instant from the sofa to the door.

"Ouch!" After crying out in pain, Chen Hao opened the door. To his disappointment, it wasn't Ye Yuqiao who was knocking but the grandma living across the hall.

"Haozi, is that you? Where is your girlfriend?" the kindly old lady asked with a smile.

"Oh, she's out and hasn't returned. Grandma, did you need something from her?" Chen Hao inquired.

The grandma quickly waved her hands, saying, "No, Grandma wasn't looking for her. I heard the sound of the flute. It turns out it was you playing!"

In that moment, Chen Hao understood the grandma's purpose and said with an embarrassed expression, "Grandma, I'm sorry for playing the flute so late and disturbing your rest, I won't do it again!"

The grandmother smiled, said nothing more, and turned to go back home.

After closing the door, Chen Hao leaned against it, recalling the swift moment he had just experienced and speculated, "Could it be that along with the memories of my past life, I have also learned the martial arts skills from that life?"

After taking a deep breath, Chen Hao tried to run again, and just like before, he felt a wind beneath his feet after taking one step with each foot, and his entire being felt light, as though he was the wind itself. In just an instant, Chen Hao had collided with the sofa from behind the door.

Afterward, he lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rapidly reviewed every move and style Ye Heng had learned in the past six years.

About ten minutes later, Chen Hao felt that, besides the scorching Yang Energy at his Dantian, there was also an extremely cold energy. Unlike Yin Qi, this energy was very difficult to control, always circulating incessantly within his internal organs.

"Could this be Inner Strength?" Chen Hao murmured to himself.

After pondering for a long while, Chen Hao walked to Ye Yuqiao's balcony.

After hesitating for a while, he finally climbed onto the balcony railing.

"Don't be afraid, the worst that could happen is dying once more, since I have an immortal body!" Chen Hao said, pumping himself up, "I should be able to run on walls like a superhero!"

Then, he took a leap.

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