He truly did forget; he had told countless lies in this life. If he remembered every one of them clearly, there was probably no space left to put anything else in.

Chang Geng: "Well?"

Gu Yun: "The headache is there as well, was it not because I have dedicated myself to Great Liang to the point of falling ill?"

Even such words could be said without blushing - Chang Geng had admitted defeat, and his anger completely vanished.

After Gu Yun finished talking, he used the old trick of 'falling asleep as soon as the head hits the pillow' and enjoyed Chang Geng's service with his eyes closed. Unfortunately, the situation outside was not yet settled. He had to keep an ear out at all times and did not dare to fall into a deep sleep.

Chang Geng had his full focus on pressing the acupuncture points for him at first, after a while, his gaze could not help but fall on Gu Yun's face.

For those whom one was used to seeing, beautiful or unsightly didn't make much of a difference. Even with the monk's bewitching looks, after hanging around him for a long time, he felt that he was no different from Uncle Wang of the Marquis' Manor — oh, Uncle Wang actually paid more attention to being clean compared to the monk.

Only Gu Yun was an exception.

Gu Yun's hair tie was messed up by the Dong Ying man, he did not have time to redo it properly again, his hair laying on his shoulders like flowing water. For a long time, Chang Geng stared at him, strongly suppressing the imagery from his past dreams that involuntarily broke out of their chains and rose up in his mind. If he did not exercise restraint, those memories would further invade him, creating a long and dragged out illusion.

Every time it came to this, he would forcibly interrupt his thoughts, much like when he clashed with Bone of Impurity. He would take out the meaningless verses from Buddhist scripture that Liao Ran taught him, reciting them in the bottom of his heart over and over, like using a sharpening stone repeatedly grinding against his heart.

But this trick somehow suddenly didn't work. It might have been that all of Chang Geng's self-control was used up to restrain his anger, his thoughts suddenly ran astray like a horse that broke out of its rein.

The Bone of Impurity inside his body weaved for him an absurd and indescribable fantasy.

He seemed to see himself bending down and kissing Gu Yun's forehead, eyebrows, nose bridge... all the way to the lips. His lips probably weren't very soft, and not very sweet either, perhaps they were bitter, similar to the medicinal scent always lingering on his body, or perhaps they would taste like wine, Chang Geng even wanted to bite him.