Chapter 62: Still No Problem
The night was like water, the surroundings quiet.
Only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard.
Looking inside…
On the bed, silver hair was scattered everywhere. Eyes were tightly closed, and a hand was still clutching a black sash.
As if it were something important.
Fan Yue looked down, his gaze indifferent, and attempted to remove the hand.
But the moment he made a move to pull it away—
“Mmph…” The creature in his arms began to emit dissatisfied sounds, forcing air through his nose, and even his brows furrowed.
Looking very annoyed.
Fan Yue had to stop. His gaze shifted back to that sleeping face, lingering for a long time.
Only when the brows slowly smoothed out and relaxed again.
Even breathing resumed.
He just held the wrist, ignoring the troublesome sash.
He checked the spiritual energy again.
Only after confirming it was stable did he relax.
Bai Xuci seemed to sleep restlessly, perhaps finding the position tiring.
He kept moving, his head bobbing around.
Several times he brushed against Fan Yue’s Adam’s apple.
Finally, using both hands and feet, he chose a suitable spot and curled up again.
Seeming to have found his nest.
But really, he just switched from leaning on one of Fan Yue’s arms to the other, never leaving that tiny patch of territory.
Clingy.
Fan Yue held the hand of the creature in his arms, rubbing it a few times, emotions surging in his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he sent a voice transmission.
[Fu Lin…]
Middle of the night—
Fu Lin was resting his chin on his hand at a small wine table, dozing off.
His eyelids clearly couldn’t stay open, but he forced them.
A little medicine boy next to him asked worriedly, “My Lord, shouldn’t you rest?”
Hearing this, Fu Lin woke up a bit more, forcing his eyes wider.
He waved his hand behind him, signaling he was fine.
“What do you know? There will definitely be something later. If I rest…”
“My little life won’t be guaranteed,” he muttered very quietly.
This wild mountain was one he found randomly; looking at it now, it wasn’t that great.
The air at night wasn’t very fresh.
Fu Lin conjured a sobering pill from thin air and tossed it into his mouth expressionlessly.
I wonder how the Lord’s dual cultivation went…
Nothing happened, right?
He looked down at the wine table and picked up his cup, wanting another sip.
But tilting his head back to drink, he found the cup empty.
“…”
“Ah Si! The wine is go—”
[My Lord, I’m here, I’m here!] Fu Lin’s face changed instantly, rallying two hundred percent of his energy.
He didn’t even notice the wine cup rolling onto the floor.
The little boy named “Ah Si” behind him looked curious, wondering why his master suddenly sat up straight.
Wasn’t he just slumping over?
However, he dutifully withdrew his gaze and cleaned up the messy items on the wine table.
He sorted the pills freshly refined just now.
Tomorrow, the master would definitely forget again…
“Ah?!” Fu Lin exclaimed.
Ah Si was startled and sat down on the ground with a plop, hugging a pile of messy boxes.
Realizing his master was likely communicating via spiritual sense, he sighed in relief.
He continued carrying the pill boxes back towards a brand-new “Spirit Medicine Pavilion.”
As Ah Si packed the pills, he moved his master’s wine cup to a different spot.
Neatly.
Just then—
“Ah Si.”
“Bring me my record scroll…”
Ah Si turned his head to answer, then searched inside the floating medicine cabinet, looking troubled.
His master had no order to his methods; who knew where he stuffed it this time.
“Why did you take my wine cup away?” Mumbling sounds came from outside.
At that moment, Ah Si finally found the scroll and trotted back out.
“Found it, found it.”
Fu Lin took it lazily, then began the day’s record.
He adjusted his sleeves, just about to put the brush to paper.
Suddenly, a bellyful of anger…
“This little rabbit!” His tone was quite angry, and he threw the brush.
Ah Si stood behind him, suddenly feeling this was familiar.
After this, it should be—
Fu Lin eventually picked up the brush sheepishly and continued recording grumpily.
Then he thought absentmindedly.
Did this little rabbit put a love potion on our Lord?
Furrowing his brows, Fu Lin imagined it for himself, then shuddered in disgust.
He continued recording.
The next day—
Bai Xuci woke up in the other’s arms.
He looked up at Fan Yue alertly, his red eyes revealing a scrutinizing intent…
“What is it, forgo—”
A rustling sound came. Fan Yue raised an eyebrow, finding the creature in his arms had already swiftly burrowed out.
And snatched the white robe from the bedside, currently pulling it over himself.
Barefoot.
Fan Yue: “Put on the—”
Before the sentence finished, Fan Yue heard the sound of fabric tearing. He raised his eyes.
Bai Xuci’s face was full of irritability, brows tightly knit, staring at the strip of cloth in his hand.
Don’t know how to wear it…
Whenever Bai Xuci transformed in the past, he came with a full set of clothes. Rarely did he need to put them on piece by piece.
Now that they were thrown everywhere, he completely forgot what was the inner layer and what was the outer layer.
He stood there in anger, silent.
Fan Yue suppressed the corner of his lips, stood up, and cast a spell.
The “torn” messy corners of the clothes instantly smoothed out, and the black clothes on the bed vanished.
Bai Xuci looked up, stared for a while, and extended a finger.
Pointing at the bed—
That black sash.
Fan Yue’s expression didn’t change as he said, “Ignore that.”
Then he raised his hand and stored it away.
Bai Xuci looked up directly, his expression strange.
But he still spread his arms towards Fan Yue, clutching the strip of cloth in his hand, his clothes hanging loosely.
Some ties were wrong.
Fan Yue looked at him twice but didn’t move.
Just staring.
Bai Xuci’s expression was already ugly because the clothes were uncomfortable, especially around the neck.
Very uncomfortable.
Realizing his clothes hadn’t “changed” yet, he took two steps forward.
Looking over with an annoyed expression.
“Clothes.”
A reminder.
Fan Yue finally raised his hand, then stopped in mid-air.
“Not close enough.” His eyes shifted over, adding seriously.
Bai Xuci was already irritable; hearing this made him more annoyed. He took a large step forward, burying his head into the other’s hand.
“Good enough now!”
His tone sounded very angry, seemingly capable of scaring off a crowd.
If only his head wasn’t topped by a large hand.
Fan Yue finally “dressed” the person properly, looking down at Bai Xuci.
With a look of inquiry.
Mn, is this the “bad mood” Fu Lin mentioned…
Bai Xuci looked down to check, tugged his sleeves, and finding no discomfort, relaxed his brows.
Then he turned to leave.
But he was grabbed instantly.
“What are you doing!” A very huffy voice, with a look of annoyance on his face.
Fan Yue simply asked, “Where are you going?”
“None of your business!” Bai Xuci answered without thinking, then focused intensely on pulling his arm.
He looked very angry.
Why pull me? Why not let me go out…
So annoying.
So annoying.
Intercepted by the waist, he was lifted straight into the air.
Bai Xuci blinked in panic, looked around, and realized he was like a sack.
“Don’t move.” The tone was indifferent.
Bai Xuci wanted to struggle, but hearing this, he suddenly went inexplicably quiet.
Seemingly recalling some familiar memory.
Fan Yue placed him easily onto the rosewood table, fencing him in.
Looking down at him.
Bai Xuci looked left, then right, feeling a sudden fear arise.
He looked up.
“Don’t remember?” The voice dropped lower, sounding a bit hopeless.
Bai Xuci felt he was too close; the breath from his speech blew against his temples, tickling.
He pouted, unhappy.
He reached out and pushed, his pale fingertips touching the other’s chin.
Pushing blindly.
Fan Yue caught the slender wrist, his gaze unchanging.
Waiting for an answer.
“You’re so annoying…” Bai Xuci looked up, grinding his back teeth.
He wanted down.
Hanging his head, he found a direction, kicked his legs, and successfully jumped—
He was carried back by the waist, exactly as before.
Bai Xuci: “!!”
He looked up, face full of disbelief.
Attempting again, he tried to slide off the rosewood table.
Halfway down, he was hoisted back up.
Bai Xuci puffed out his cheeks, stubbornly planning another attempt.
But just then—
A presence suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by a sentence:
“Really don’t remember?”
The tone was a bit disappointed.
Bai Xuci was crowded uncomfortably. He lifted his head, but bumped right into the other’s lips.
He blinked.
And gave a peck.
Fan Yue’s Adam’s apple rolled, his expression changing instantly.
“I remember.” A clear voice.
As soon as the words fell, a kiss followed, somewhat urgent.
“Mmph…” Brows furrowed.
Bai Xuci’s entire body was pressed back, his waist bending down.
A bit uncomfortable.
He had to hammer the other’s shoulder hard, but finding it useless, he resorted to—
“Hoo!” Bai Xuci breathed fresh air, his brows relaxing slightly.
He licked the blood on his lip.
Then he prepared to get down, but his arm was caught.
“Bit me?”
Hearing this, Bai Xuci looked up, discovering the wound on the lip, seeping blood.
Oh, bit too hard.
He frowned, trying hard to think.
Then he grabbed Fan Yue’s sleeve, pulled down.
And kissed him.
Fan Yue’s golden pupils dilated slightly, feeling the familiar sensation.
“Clean now.”
After saying this, Bai Xuci pushed off the table, jumped down nimbly.
And ran away.
Completely irresponsible.
Bai Xuci walked around the main hall on his own. There was a small pebble on the path.
So he kicked it as he walked.
Ignoring the figure behind him…
Fan Yue just watched the figure ahead, snowy white and fluffy, gilded by the sunlight.
Looking exactly like his true form.
But just then, the one ahead stopped.
Head hanging low.
Fan Yue frowned slightly, wanting to go up and check the situation.
“Your eyes.” Bai Xuci looked up, speaking word for word.
“Recovered?”
Lin Mountain currently had no other demons; it was quiet all around, only the sound of wind.
Bai Xuci’s eyes were very confused, not realizing Fan Yue hadn’t answered the fact.
Instead, he reached out on his own.
He stroked the other’s eyelid.
“Pretty.” He gave his evaluation.
Fan Yue suddenly smiled, then picked up the creature before him.
Started walking forward.
Bai Xuci had a face full of question marks, saying, “Put me down!”
He pushed twice, already getting unhappy.
“While you are… in this period, This Lord is still no problem.”
Bai Xuci was stunned.
Feeling the remark was inexplicable.
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