Chi Musheng was immersed in the dance of swordsmanship. For some reason, he seemed to have a natural affinity for swords. As soon as he held the sword, he felt a sense of oneness with it, as familiar as if he were using his own arm.

Once, twice, three times, Chi Musheng stopped, a few beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, his breathing rapid.

Without magical support and without systematic physical training, three repetitions was already quite impressive for him at the beginning.

"Boss, thank you." Chi Musheng sheathed his sword and approached Tu Shan Honghong with a smile.

The sword that Tu Shan Hong Hong gave him is a pretty good magic weapon; it would probably be worth tens of thousands of taels of silver if it were outside.

The patron is generous, and there's nothing I can do to repay him. I can only try my best to serve him well. The main thing is that he only sells his art, not his body; otherwise, I would have no choice but to...

"Don't say thank you to me anymore. If you really want to thank me, why don't you come out with me tomorrow?" Tu Shan Hong Hong asked gently.

After Chi Musheng instinctively dodged her raised hand last time, she tried her best to control her tone, personality, and fists.

Yu Ling said that men like gentle women; being too violent will frighten men and make them stay away.

The contract between the two expires in two months. If Chi Musheng is unwilling to renew the contract then, will he be allowed to leave?

It's absolutely impossible. If she had never seen the light in the darkness, perhaps she could, but having seen the light, she doesn't want to endure every lonely, solitary, and suffocating night alone anymore.

If she were to forcibly detain them, their relationship would inevitably crack, and she dared not gamble on what the final outcome would be.

Therefore, the safest way is to make Chi Musheng fall in love with her and willingly stay by her side. She has money, and Chi Musheng can have as much as he wants. If it's not enough, she can borrow from Rongrong.

“Okay, boss,” Chi Musheng readily agreed.

Since the patron has spoken, it's not unusual to accompany him on a business trip. It seems the music studio will have to close for a few days.

Tu Shan Honghong asked calmly, a hint of expectation hidden in her eyes.

"Chi Musheng, what kind of woman do you like?"

Forehead?

Chi Musheng paused for a moment, his mind suddenly blank, not understanding why Tu Shan Honghong would suddenly ask such a question. It didn't make sense. After thinking for two seconds, he replied.

"I don't know. If I had to say, it would probably be something like, gazing into the distance with boundless longing, a feeling of déjà vu from a past life."

It's right before my eyes!

As he spoke, Chi Musheng's eyes would occasionally glance at Tu Shan Honghong.

Based on his understanding of girls, whenever a girl asks this question, she hopes the other person will say that she is like that.

Because both men and women have a certain level of self-confidence, even if they don't, you still have to give it to them, since they are the benefactor.

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Honghong blushed slightly. Was Chi Musheng admitting that he liked her?

After her best friend's cramming session, she realized that Chi Musheng's words last time meant he liked her, but she hadn't understood and even thought he was being perfunctory. Hearing it again this time, she felt a secret joy in her heart.

If you like something, just say so. But you're always too shy to say it directly, and you always go through all sorts of fancy tricks.

Even though they were all just a bunch of words put together, Chi Musheng managed to put them together in a way that Chi Musheng couldn't understand a single word of.

Actually, Chi Musheng did it on purpose. He said directly that the risk was too great, but he spoke vaguely, which could be misinterpreted if there were any problems. Besides, even the smartest fox in the entire Tushan only half understood it, let alone... cough cough.

Tu Shan Honghong stretched and felt relieved. As long as she was sure that Chi Musheng liked her, everything would be fine. Her anxious heart was finally at peace.

“Boss, I’ve learned a little massage, would you like to try?” Chi Musheng suggested.

After lecturing for two days straight, I really didn't want to continue playing the flute. My mouth was dry, so doing some manual labor was a good alternative.

"Um"

Chi Musheng sat down behind Tu Shan Honghong, placed his hands on Tu Shan Honghong's shoulders, and massaged them. Life is not easy, so one can only learn skills and improve oneself everywhere.

Tu Shan Honghong's brows relaxed, and she slowly closed her eyes, enjoying the hands roaming over her shoulders.

At this moment, the direction just happens to be able to see Tu Shan Rongrong's office with its lights on. Every time he sees his younger sister working hard at night while he is enjoying himself here, he wonders if it's a bit too much.

Looking back at Chi Musheng, I realized I couldn't blame her. After patrolling all day, it was only right that she enjoy herself in the evening.

My younger sister needs to work hard to earn money. She's waiting for the day when she doesn't have enough money to support Chi Musheng, so she can ask you for money—no, borrow money.

"Boss, could you tell me your story?" Chi Musheng asked softly.

"My story is nothing special, just interesting," Tu Shan Hong Hong said somewhat awkwardly.

It wasn't that she was unwilling to talk about it, but rather that her life seemed to have been rather uninteresting. From birth, she had been cultivating with her wet nurse until that incident happened, which greatly increased her strength and caused her wet nurse to disappear. After that, she spent her days cultivating and patrolling Tushan, day after day, year after year, with nothing else to do.

In his life, besides protecting Tushan, he also protected his younger sister, and now it seems there's another one.

“It’s different, Boss. What may seem boring to you may not be boring to others. For example, why do you like to speak with your diaphragm?” Chi Musheng lightened the pressure considerably.

Tu Shan Honghong remained silent about "this matter".

Yu Ling said that men are very possessive. Even if it's just a girl they like, they will get jealous if she mentions another man's name a few times. But jealousy is okay occasionally. If it happens too often, they will get angry and run away.

Should she speak up? Although she only felt guilty towards the young Taoist priest, she was afraid that Chi Musheng would misunderstand.

"If the leader doesn't want to talk, then don't. There's no need to make things difficult for her," Chi Musheng said hastily, seeing that Tu Shan Honghong was not speaking, assuming that she had something difficult to say.

"It's nothing much. The story begins when we were children, when my younger sister and I were ninety-eight years old..." Tu Shan Honghong finally decided to tell Chi Musheng the story. She didn't like lying to people, nor did she like being lied to.

My wet nurse once said that if you want people to treat you sincerely, you must first treat them sincerely.

When Chi Musheng heard the words "when he was a child" and "ninety-eight years old" combined, he was speechless. He knew that demons had long lifespans, but he was still speechless when he actually heard it.

When he was a child, he was 98 years old. If he were 98, he would probably be too old to walk, and more likely he wouldn't live to be 98.

Love between humans and demons seems so ridiculous in the face of lifespan, no less than a human's life, equivalent to four or five years of a demon's life.

His mood became complicated. As Tu Shan Hong Hong narrated, he was drawn into some unpleasant memories from four years ago. Chi Musheng subconsciously began to play with Tu Shan Hong Hong's long orange hair to soothe his mood.

Tu Shan Honghong was also stunned for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a groping hand on her long hair, fiddling with it, pinching it and circling around it.

This guy, Chi Musheng is the first to dare to play with her hair, and there's also Ya Ya, her little sister who actually chewed her hair like noodles when she was sleeping.