Chapter 14 You’re teasing me “It smells like someone else, it’s so awful…

Hearing Xie Yunqing's voice, Shen Wenji's fingertips froze, and he almost instinctively pinched his fingers and threw out an isolation barrier.

But it can only delay for a short while.

"How did he get here so quickly?" Shen Wenji suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Xu, his low voice full of disbelief.

"Tsk, I said he should be killed. At least we can delay it for a while."

"Shut up!" Shen Wenji gritted his teeth in anger. "Did the spirit stones I use to support my secret sentries come from the wind? I'd be heartbroken if I lost even one."

She glared at him in frustration, "What's even more infuriating is that you've made them so dumb that they can't even stop someone, and actually let Xie Yunqing barge in like that."

Yan Xu's eyebrows jumped: "Don't beat around the bush and scold me, think about what to do now?"

The response he received was the harsh sound of cloth tearing. Shen Wenji used brute force to tear the tangled belt and chain apart, then kicked Yan Xu, who was standing beside him with concern. "What are you standing there for? Go block the door."

Yan Xu sucked in a breath of cold air, covering his kicked calf, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "Chen Wenji, this outfit of mine is worth several thousand spirit stones. You have to compensate!"

"You're not going to pay me back, go now." Shen Wenji raised his eyebrows and threatened, "If you delay any longer, don't even think about the money for the clothes, and you won't get any dividends this year either."

"How can I stop him?" Yan Xu rolled his eyes. "Rely on this broken barrier of yours? Rely on this broken wooden door? Or do you expect me to go out and fight him to the death in my underwear? If you want to deduct my money, just say so!"

Looking at this pig teammate who only talked but did not work, Shen Wenji felt dizzy. Her coming here today was a mistake.

As if it weren't bad enough, Shen Wenji's breathing suddenly stopped as the barrier cracked.

Yan Xu's eyes were fierce. He flew up and kicked the wooden table to the right of the door with all his strength.

"Sizzle--" The table legs made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground. The heavy wooden table was like an arrow shot from a bow, slamming into the tightly closed wooden door, and the two fit together tightly.

Yan Xu still felt it was not enough, so he turned around and kicked the door again, causing dust to fall from the door frame.

Shen Wenji frantically put on his clothes, his heart bleeding. This reckless spendthrift! This year's wear and tear on the equipment must be completely deducted from his dividend.

Yan Xu was completely oblivious, and calmly patted the non-existent dust from his hands: "Alright, now I can finally..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold sword energy tore through the air, slashing down with overwhelming force. The heavy wooden door, along with the solid wood table blocking it, was instantly split in two like a fragile piece of paper.

The sharp sword energy still had some force left, and the murderous energy that was released in all directions actually gathered together and attacked Yan Xu's face.

Yan Xu's face darkened, and he dodged sideways narrowly, but his arm was still cut by several sharp air blades, leaving several bloody wounds.

He glanced at Shen Wenji who was still struggling with his clothes, and helplessly held his forehead. He said it, in the end, he still had to rely on him to buy time.

A serious look flashed in his eyes. He picked up his lifelong sword, turned into a stream of light, and rushed forward to fight with Xie Yunqing.

For a moment, sword energy was everywhere and spiritual power was surging.

Amidst the rising wood chips and flying dust, Shen Wenji picked up the dress she had taken off, spun slightly, and with a flick of her wrist, she accurately threw the dress that had brought disaster into the corner of the private room next door.

Seeing the fight getting more intense, she didn't even bother to put on her clothes. She rushed between the two people fighting and shouted, "Stop, talk it over."

The sword light suddenly faded.

Yan Xu was the first to withdraw his sword, then slumped to the ground without any dignity, panting heavily: "I'm so tired... I won't fight anymore! Whoever wants to fight can do it!"

Xie Yunqing put away his sword neatly, and stood at the door with his tall figure. Against the dim candlelight, he exuded a biting chill. His cold eyes, which showed no emotion, moved towards Shen Wenji and Yan Xu.

Shen Wenji was wearing a flamboyant style she had never seen her wear before. The collar was slightly loose, the belt hung loosely between her hips, and the buttons seemed to have been fastened in a hurry, with some even misplaced.

Looking closely, the robe seemed to have been pulled by brute force.

The bun she had put up temporarily was already sagging, and it became even looser after being tossed around like that. A few strands of her hair fell down the side of her neck and sank into her clothes, making her look even more messy.

Yan Xu standing aside was in an even worse state. He was only wearing a thin undershirt, his clothes half open, and he looked nonchalant.

Xie Yunqing glanced at him with disdain, secretly mocking him in his heart: What a brothel-like demeanor, worthy of being called Jiazihaoluding.

He felt it was filthy to look at him any longer. His gaze slid back to Shen Wenji coldly, with scrutiny and probing eyes: "Are you the only two here?"

Being stared at like that by Xie Yunqing, she was afraid of revealing something, so she nodded hurriedly: "It's just the two of us, is there any problem?"

Her pretty face, which was slightly flushed due to panic, was particularly vivid under the light and looked a little tempting, making me want to bite her cheek.

Xie Yunqing chuckled meaningfully, his eyes dark and deep.

Lying again, you little liar.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shen Wenji winked at Yan Xu: Hurry up and help me smooth things over.

He is not very good at smoothing things over, but Yan Xu is particularly skilled at adding fuel to the fire.

He cleared his throat and deliberately drew out his tone: "Why are you asking? We are both disheveled, can't you see what happened? Brother, there is no need to ask too many questions, right?"

Shen Wenji: "..."

I asked you to cover up your lie, not to spread rumors.

I give up, a huge bowl of shit has been dumped.

Before Yan Xu could say anything more outrageous, she quickly clarified, "Don't worry, we're not practicing, and he doesn't have a pure furnace cauldron physique. We're not a furnace cauldron user, we're just ordinary friends."

God knows how much she feared Xie Yunqing would misunderstand her as relying on the furnace for cultivation. She remembered how she had once threatened to ruin his reputation if she found him tangling with the furnace... If she put herself in his shoes, Xie Yunqing would definitely do the same.

In order to defend his true strength, he must extinguish Yan Xu's evil fire.

Yan Xu nodded in agreement, anxious to prevent the world from being in chaos: "We really didn't practice cultivation. We were just attracted to each other and couldn't help ourselves..."

Shen Wenji: “???”

"Must you both be in love?" Xie Yunqing paused. "Aren't you both men?"

"Tsk, Brother Xie, you're wrong." Yan Xu continued with a playful smile, "What's wrong with men? The practice of splitting peaches has existed since ancient times. If you don't believe me, ask Wen Ji, does she like men?"

Shen Wenji was so angry that she almost fainted. She was afraid that Yan Xu would accuse her of something else. She grabbed Xie Yunqing's wrist and dragged him out. "My friend has a bit of hysteria in his brain. He's talking nonsense. Please forgive me. If you have anything to say, let's talk outside."

Xie Yunqing turned his palm slightly, taking the initiative, and his slender and powerful fingers instantly clasped her wrist. He lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on her disheveled appearance: "You...are you going out dressed like this?"

"I..." Shen Wenji was speechless. He looked down at his disheveled appearance and realized that he really couldn't afford to lose face.

"Can't you even put on your own clothes?" Xie Yunqing leaned forward slightly, moving closer to her. The tip of his nose twitched imperceptibly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Do you need my help?" His eyes swept over her outer robe, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "But... this isn't your clothes, is it?"

Shen Wenji immediately retorted: "Nonsense. If it's not mine, whose else could it be?"

"It's his." Xie Yunqing said firmly, with a disgusted tone, "It smells all like him. It's so awful."

You really have a dog's nose, you can always tell by smell.

Shen Wenji lowered his head to sniff, but Xie Yunqing raised his hand to hold his chin, and his broad fingers pressed against his cheek, pinching the soft flesh with his rough fingertips.

The touch was so good that Xie Yunqing couldn't help but relax his brows and said in a low voice: "Don't smell it, it smells bad."

Yan Xu: “?”

Hey! Is that polite? I'm still here.

He grumbled quietly, "Ordinary people don't know how to appreciate! Mine is made with the finest thousand-year-old agarwood."

No one paid any attention to his protests.

Xie Yunqing's slender fingers nimbly reached out to the tangled buttons on her chest, slowly and methodically unbuttoned them, roughly pulling off the tangled tassel chain, and then rested his palm on her shoulder, as if to help her take off the smelly outer robe.

Shen Wenji protected his chest vigilantly, frowned and asked, "If I take it off, what should I wear?"

Xie Yunqing opened the Qiankun bag he carried with him and accurately took out a light blue dress of the same style as the one he was wearing from a new set of plain clothes.

Shen Wenji’s eyes lit up and he reached out to take it: “Thank you, I’ll do it myself.”

Xie Yunqing, however, placed the robe on his arm and did not immediately hand it over. He said casually, "I've worn this once."

He paused, his eyes fixed on hers gravely, "You don't mind, do you?"

"I……"

"After all," he interrupted slowly without waiting for her to answer, his tone carrying a hint of sourness and sarcasm, "other people's clothes can be worn, and considering our friendship, wearing my old clothes... surely it's okay?"

The corners of Shen Wenji's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a polite smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I don't mind."

This guy was teasing her in a sarcastic way again! She was so angry.

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The bustling South Street is as bright as day with lights and a bustling crowd of people.

Two figures wearing the same aqua blue robes and with outstanding figures walking side by side were particularly eye-catching.

Shen Wenji asked tentatively, "Why did you appear in the teahouse?"

Xie Yunqing tilted his head to look at her, the dim light dancing in his deep eyes: "I saw a girl who looked like you coming here, I came here to find her."

"Haha." Shen Wenji laughed dryly to hide his guilty conscience. "So that's how it is. During the Lantern Festival, Master Xie must have a date with a beautiful woman. But, the teahouse is closed today, so there are no outsiders, let alone women. I guess Master Xie has recognized the wrong person."

She quickened her pace, trying to slip away: "In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Xie from his appointment. Let's just..."

"Wait." Xie Yunqing stretched out his long arm and easily blocked her way.

His eyes were deep, and his tone was calm, but every word struck Shen Wenji's heart: "There is indeed an appointment. Unfortunately... that beautiful woman seems to have no intention of keeping the appointment. Even when she was right in front of her, she pretended not to recognize me." He leaned forward slightly, close to her ear, and breathed softly, "Tell me, is her behavior like this... considered to be playing a trick on me?"

Why does this sound so profound? It seems to have a hidden meaning.

She suddenly stopped and looked at him in surprise: "You...you don't want to say that I asked you out, do you?"

"What else?" Xie Yunqing raised his eyebrows lazily, a dark current surging in his eyes, "I can't be lying to you, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Some people are cunning and sinful..."

"Swish!" Xie Yunqing pinched a well-preserved envelope between his fingers and handed it to her. He said with a half-smile, "This letter is from you."

"Nonsense! I've never..." Shen Wenji's voice stopped abruptly, and she stared at the envelope.

The material and pattern were exactly the same as the one her mother gave her.

Thinking about her mother's failure to keep her appointment today, could it be that her mother was using this opportunity to lure her into meeting Xie Yunqing?

Xie Yunqing sneered and stuffed the letter into Shen Wenji’s hand: “You are just teasing me.”

Shen Wenji's self-righteous attitude instantly vanished, and she forced a flattering smile: "Sorry, it might be a misunderstanding. How about this, just make your request, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Are you going to satisfy me?" Xie Yunqing chuckled.

The author has something to say:

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Scientific research has shown that Xie Yunqing is a puppy for the following reasons:

1. If Susu hits you, you will bite back in revenge.

2. Overly possessive, seems to have a sense of territory, and wants everything he likes to be stained with his own scent.

3. Dogs have good noses and can always smell other people (bushi)

4. There is no evidence to prove that he is not, so he is.

5. I can’t remember.

6. The above are all rumors fabricated by the author [dog head holding a rose][dog head holding a rose][dog head holding a rose]

7. The author seems to be exhausted and needs to be revived by any of the following: collection/comment/irrigation/throwing a bomb. Please help the author to revive. Thank you very much.

Ding Dong—The author has been resurrected successfully! Thank you for your help~ (Randomly drop gift pack: The author's love for you*1) [Red Heart][Red Heart][Red Heart]

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