CHAPTER 334: 0211 THE GIRL’S APPETITE IS VERY GOOD (2-IN-1)_2

Did I take out the wine earlier?

It doesn’t matter.

Xu Chang’an inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately rushed to the warehouse, mixed the elixirs given by Qinling with those that Yun Qian hadn’t planned to use for now, and put them in a corner he couldn’t see, before heading towards the study room.

He had given up on the idea of devouring the girl as if she were a delicious fruit in one bite.

Yun Qian was not a fruit, but a dazzling gem. As a collector of gems, it was best to occasionally and gently polish them, rather than throwing them into the mud.

This thought became even more steadfast when Xu Chang’an saw the girl.

"Asleep..." Xu Chang’an said helplessly.

Before him, there was an extraordinarily beautiful scroll.

The soft and bright light of the Fire Stone mixed with the moonlight, spreading a warm yellow glow on the floor. On the desk, covered with a layer of books, Yun Qianbai’s fair fingers rested by the brush handle, with her dark hair shining brightly.

The subtle makeup accentuated the contours of her face, as if she were isolated from the world.

Even resting her head down, she was so elegant and noble that Xu Chang’an couldn’t help but soften his breathing to the utmost, afraid that he, the outsider, would ruin such a beautiful scene.

Sleeping Beauty.

There couldn’t be a more fitting term than these three words.

Xu Chang’an thought so.

Yun Qian’s sleeping face was like a great sun, dispelling all the shadows in Xu Chang’an’s heart. At this moment, he couldn’t muster even the slightest fancy, only wanting to protect this tranquility.

Xu Chang’an suddenly found himself truly ridiculous.

He had been wandering by the lake as if he had made some mistake... but it turned out that it wasn’t necessary, as long as he saw Yun Qian, all unnecessary thoughts would dissipate.

Miss Yun had such a magical charm.

Xu Chang’an placed his hand over his heart, listening to its gradually slowing and even rhythm, he broke into a smile.

Indeed, after witnessing such a scene, both body and mind were purified and healed.

Ah, I must be becoming a Buddha.

"..."

Xu Chang’an walked quietly to Yun Qian’s side, watching her silently.

He liked it very much.

Indeed, in the daily bits and pieces, one could better appreciate one’s own feelings.

Seemingly sensing a pleasant aroma, Yun Qian’s expression gradually relaxed, with the corners of her lips slightly curving upward. However, contrary to this, Yun Qian’s originally smooth breathing became erratic, her eyelashes trembled briefly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"You’re back..." Yun Qian propped herself up with her arms, with an adorably sleepy look on her face, gazing dazedly.

Her expression made Xu Chang’an feel a bit strange, clearly not yet fully awake, yet staring blankly at him.

Yun Qian only looked at him for a few breaths, then quickly lowered her head, her lips forming a soft smile.

"What’s wrong with you," Xu Chang’an asked.

"I had a... good dream." Yun Qian pinched the corner of her skirt with both hands, a touch of blush appearing on her cheeks.

"A good dream? It’s rare for you to have a good dream." Xu Chang’an nodded, noticing Yun Qian’s good mood diffusing warmth within himself, his fingers weaved into Yun Qian’s soft hair, relishing the feel of it slipping through, "Even though you’re tired, you still did your makeup. It looks really beautiful... but later, you should wash it off properly."

"..."

"Miss?"

"Don’t you like this makeup?" Yun Qian suddenly looked fully awake.

"I like it, I really like it," Xu Chang’an said seriously, "The teacher is indeed a very capable person, but... ultimately, Miss is naturally beautiful."

"If it’s so beautiful, why wash it off?" Yun Qian thought she really liked water, but at this moment, didn’t like it as much.

"You can’t go to bed with makeup on," Xu Chang’an lamented, "The teacher’s makeup skills can be learned slowly later. It’s not too late now, you should sleep early if you’re tired."

"Can’t go to bed with makeup?" Yun Qian was silent for a while, then looked up, "Isn’t this makeup meant to be seen in bed?"

"?"

"..."

Yun Qian said nothing further, only calmly said, "Hold hands."

"I wonder what kind of dream it was." Xu Chang’an took Yun Qian’s hand, finding her persistent quirks to be particularly endearing.

Then, Yun Qian’s fingers moved, lacing them together with his.

Xu Chang’an was momentarily stunned.

Although he was long used to holding hands with Yun Qian, there was still a slight flutter when their fingers interlocked, as it was in moments like these that he could feel the texture of Yun Qian’s knuckles, warmth fitting snugly between their fingers, and accompanied by Yun Qian’s gentle grip, that inexplicable sense of anticipation rose within Xu Chang’an...

Became calmer.

Within, there was no ripple, only warmth, wanting to sleep soundly for ten hours.

Xu Chang’an, feeling the white jade-like treasure in his hand, asked, "What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you had a good dream?"

Yun Qian lowered her head, looking at Xu Chang’an’s fingers, softly said, "You’re... injured."

"Injured? No," Xu Chang’an instinctively wanted to refute but quickly realized, and said, "Oh, talking about when cutting? How did Miss know? It’s already healed... oh, the teacher told you."

Yun Qian said nothing, only looked intently at Xu Chang’an’s knuckles, as if she wanted to find a cut there.

"It’s okay, I just got a cut, it’s no trouble," Xu Chang’an felt both helpless and guilty, guilty that his distraction caused Yun Qian’s good dream to sour.

Yun Qian hadn’t seen anything; she didn’t want to see it, otherwise, she wouldn’t have covered her eyes in front of Li Zhibai when Xu Chang’an cut his finger.

Yun Qian tightly held Xu Chang’an’s hand to her lips, lightly touching the wound.

This gesture was intimate, but Yun Qian’s expression, as always indifferent, made Xu Chang’an promise, "I will be more careful in the future, won’t get distracted while cooking."

"Hmm," Yun Qian nodded, then tilted her head, "If I got angry at a knife, wouldn’t it be strange?"

Xu Chang’an sighed, "You know what’s strange, Miss. It’s not the knife’s fault; I cut my own hand. That’s important."

"I don’t care about that."

"You can’t throw away my favorite kitchen knife."

"I can’t."

"Feel happier?"

"I’m already very happy."

Xu Chang’an looked into Yun Qian’s eyes, shook his head, "I can’t see even a bit of happiness."

Then, he offered her his knife-wielding hand, "It’s the culprit, give it a tap?"

"...No." Yun Qian held Xu Chang’an’s hand with her left hand without letting go, thinking that since he injured himself making dinner for her, if anyone should be chastised, it should be herself, not him.

And, indeed, one shouldn’t get angry at a knife.

Yun Qian’s finger tapped his cheek, gently rubbing him, feeling his unique warmth, while her gaze looked straight at Xu Chang’an’s face.

"What’s with you today," Xu Chang’an finally couldn’t help but ask.

Because Yun Qian was really acting strangely.

Yun Qian thought for a moment, and said, "I’m hungry."

"...?" Xu Chang’an was stunned for a moment, "Didn’t you eat quite a bit tonight? How could you be hungry now?"

Yun Qian thought again, "I want fruit."

"Got it, I’ll go wash some for you. Miss has quite the appetite today," Xu Chang’an recalled the empty fruit plate outside.

It seems she really enjoyed the Ice Crystal Fruit this time; he silently noted the sugar content, Spiritual Qi concentration, and sweet-sour balance in his heart.

"You’ll wash them now? I did pour some hot water... but I want to have some wine first," Yun Qian said.

"Ice Crystal Fruits can’t be washed in hot water," Xu Chang’an instinctively replied, "Have wine? Why have more today..."

"To raise a glass and be merry, as you said."

"...?"

Xu Chang’an raised his head in shock, feeling Yun Qian’s warm breath lingering on his face, and at this time, Yun Qian placed his hand over her heart.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Unlike how calm he had become, Yun Qian’s demeanor showed no hint of change. However, her heart was pounding rapidly, intensifying with each breath.

Xu Chang’an suddenly realized something.

He wasn’t interested in fruit anymore, but the girl was.