Han Qianling asked back: "When were we not together?"

As he spoke, he leaned slightly towards Luo Jiujiang, and the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck hung down from his collar. The rope made of his own hair swayed back and forth, creating a peaceful rhythm.

Luo Jiujiang stared at the Buddhist beads and smiled suddenly: "Yes, I was wrong. We have already exchanged hearts, so of course we are together all the time."

The Buddhist beads continued to sway slowly before Luo Jiujiang's eyes. A slight stir in his heart made him unable to contain his emotions. He gripped Han Qianling's hand even tighter, while his other arm slipped out from under the covers, hooked the string around Han Qianling's neck, and with just the right amount of force pulled him down.

When their lips were about to meet, Luo Jiujiang said vaguely: "Why would I use your hair for something I'm giving you? I'll give you a new one later..."

Because they were assigned to the same group, Feng Xue, who lived in the same tent and had just come from behind a semi-soundproof and lightless screen, happened to hear this. She was holding a basin of wet fruit in her hand, probably coming to share some delicious food with the two of them.

After listening to Luo Jiujiang's monologue in its entirety and silently watching their brief interaction, Feng Xue silently said, "Excuse me!" and quickly slipped back behind the screen, both herself and the fruit. Soon, the clear, word-for-word teaching voice could be heard from behind the soundproofed screen.

"I hid in the tent with a fruit bowl in my hand."

"I want to give you a little sisterly gesture."

"As I got closer, there were two voices that caught me off guard."

"I shouldn't be in the tent, I should be at the bottom."

"The wind from the north brings the spring, but the snow in the south still has no warmth."

"So there are two poor women who need a new tent."

"I think I should tell you this."*1

Xiao Ren was such an obedient girl. Every time Feng Xue said a word, she would follow it carefully. She even learned the tone of voice that sounded like resentment, longing, and tears. After two or three times, they cooperated in a duet with regular rhythm. At first listen, it sounded like Feng Xue's voice had its own echo.

Luo Jiujiang: “…”

Han Qianling, however, was always composed, even at such a moment, he remained as still as a clock. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, the tip of his tongue revealing a hint of the lingering taste of the liquid that had licked his lips. His breath remained steady as he spoke again: "I was inconsiderate before. Men and women are different, and it's really not appropriate to live together all the time. In the last ten days, I'll ask Miss Feng Xue to come and support us... Please wait a moment, I'll go out and set up a new tent."

Luo Jiujiang didn't even have to think: "Then Sister Xue, I'll go set up the tent too."

Xiao Ren blinked and wanted to stand up to help them, but Feng Xue grabbed him and pulled him back into a pile of soft, bulging pillows and cushions.

"It will probably take them some time to set up their tent, so you better not go there." Feng Xue turned around and pulled the fruit bowl over, stuffing the whole bowl into Xiao Ren's arms. "Come, let's eat. There's no need to leave any for them."

Xiao Ren tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Not even a single one left?"

Feng Xue sneered and said, "Let them sit in a row and divide the fruit cores—don't leave any!"

What a cruel heart.

As expected, the two returned late. Feng Xue didn't want to know what they had done under the premise that there was a portable tent for cultivating immortality, which could be done by simply throwing it out of the storage bag and inputting spiritual energy.

However, the basin of fruit she had washed earlier was prepared according to the amount of two half-grown boys. She didn't realize it when she ate it all in one go, but when she stood up and moved, she realized that she had unfortunately eaten too much and got the classic retribution for eating alone.

Facing Luo Jiujiang's hesitant gaze, Feng Xue said softly, "Goodbye."

Turning her head away, she thought with melancholy: "The wind is clear and the moon is bright, and she is naturally charming. She is the beauty of the boudoir"*2 - Oh my God, I actually came here to live with these two unique and unique monsters. Is there something wrong with my brain?

The author has something to say: *1Adu "He must love you very much" pinch him

*2 (Song Dynasty) Li Zhiyi, "Magpie Bridge Fairy: Clear Wind and Bright Moon"