57 The Gardener's Flowerbed (4)

You don't like this flower?

Under that distant and lingering gaze, Qin Fu'an walked forward with a cold expression.

[This streamer's face-changing skill is truly amazing!]

[Tsk tsk tsk, sweetheart in public, cold-blooded monster behind closed doors, how did someone like that find a wife??]

[Ahhh, I'm totally smitten with this girl! Even though I know she's a weird NPC, I still love her so much! Every little thing she does makes me totally smitten, waaaaaah~]

[Baihua Town is really nice. I'd like to settle there for a while when I have time.]

[Host, tell us honestly, weren't you smitten with this girl? If such a beauty threw herself at me, even if I were a woman, I'd want to be glued to her like crazy!!]

"Heart-fluttering?" Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow strangely and asked in return, "Is it the kind of heart-fluttering that comes from being taken to the flower garden by her, becoming fertilizer for the flowers, and eventually growing into a heart-shaped flower bud?"

The audience: "..."

Well, you don't have to be so cruel.

Damn it, my budding feelings of love were extinguished by Qin Fu'an's words!

Once they were far away, Qin Fu'an reached out and took off the trumpet flower from his chest.

To be precise, it is a human mouth.

"Do you think she's still alive?" Qin Fu'an asked, then maliciously brought his flower-shaped mouth close to the light screen, unsurprisingly drawing a barrage of criticism.

But amidst the screams filling the screen, there were still a few different comments.

[If judged by the standards of cut flowers, it should still be alive, right?]

[By cut flower standards, she wasn't really alive; she just retained some vitality, but it was too late to save her.]

[Some people are still alive, but she is already dead.]

[It's been quiet ever since it was picked; perhaps it's already dead, and maybe it will wither soon.]

[Even though I know this was once a vibrant life, it still feels incredibly irritating, so streamer, could you please move it further away!!!]

Should we judge it according to the standards for cut flowers?

Qin Fu'an held the strange trumpet flower in his hand and suddenly whispered, "What's your name?"

The next second, the previously quiet morning glory actually opened its mouth and cried out in a sharp, eerie female voice, "I am a flower~ I am a flower..."

She started crying, and then she started laughing.

Zhang He's mouth was artificially stained with bright red lipstick. Under Qin Fu'an's gaze, he chuckled and stuck out his blood-red tongue, as if trying to catch some delicious food from the air before chewing and swallowing it.

Qin Fu'an quickly moved it aside, avoiding the attack.

The next second, the flower began to cry as if it were weeping.

Upon seeing this, Qin Fu'an frowned slightly.

"You stole the flower from the flowery dress?" A cold voice suddenly rang in my ears.

For some reason, upon hearing this sound, the morning glory in Qin Fu'an's hand suddenly stopped crying, as if it had never existed.

Qin Fu'an's heart also skipped a beat for a moment when he heard the voice.

With a strange premonition, he turned his head to look at the person who was frowning and looking at him at the crossroads.

It was a strange and beautiful face.

In stark contrast to the appearance of the boy in the previous two instances, the coldness between his brows and eyes perfectly suppressed the alluring charm in his face, making him appear untainted by worldly affairs, but rather aloof and noble as if he were on a cloud.

If the flower-clad woman I encountered before was a captivating enchantress whose every word, action, and smile drew people in, then the one before me was a noble saint standing silently before a statue, his words compassionate yet his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Or perhaps at first glance, one can imagine how he walked barefoot through the swirling snow, as clear as ice crystals, as pure as snowflakes, as cold and untouchable as accumulated snow and ice...

This was the first time Qin Fu'an had ever stared at someone in such a daze.

Watch him frown, watch him step back, watch his displeasure and restraint after being offended by his gaze.

But the more you reject and resist, the more people take advantage of you, the more they want to break free of your constraints, and the more they want to see you display more vivid and lively expressions.

Whether in pain, or in joy, whether with a furrowed brow in suppressed emotion, or with soft whispers and tears...

Qin Fu'an's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she came to her senses, but she did not conceal the burning and possessive look in her eyes. As the other man stepped back, she strode forward and handed the quietly blooming flower to him, her voice tight and slightly hoarse: "Sir, I am not a flower thief. This is a gift from my neighbor. Your misunderstanding... made me flustered and lose my composure."

He was too close!

The young man was so close that he could easily hear the powerful beating of the boy's chest, see the boy's burning, dark green eyes, and... feel as if he could touch the boy's body, eyebrows, lips, and tongue with the slightest movement.

For some reason, Xie Yunhuai subconsciously took another step back.

He was so confused that he didn't even hear what Qin Fu'an had just said.

However, the panic over the unknown was only momentary. Xie Yunhuai realized his loss of composure, frowned, glanced at the unfamiliar young man in front of him, and said indifferently, "If I have misunderstood you, I apologize."

Huayi cherishes the flowers she has painstakingly cultivated. Some people have tried to steal them, but they ended up being used as fertilizer in her flower garden.

Xie Yunhuai noticed the flower in the boy's hand at their first glance.

Driven by some inexplicable feeling, he tried to remind the other person, but... it didn't seem to go as he expected.

I misunderstood him.

The other party... was like a scorching, unapproachable fire. Even after just a moment of closeness, Xie Yunhuai's curled-up palms felt as if they were being baked and covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He decided to avoid it.

But as soon as he turned to the side, before he could even lift his foot, the other party, anticipating his move, reached out and blocked his path.

"Shouldn't an apology be more sincere?" Qin Fu'an leaned closer to him, looking at the displeasure and confusion in Xie Yunhuai's eyes. With a slight movement of his eyebrows, he imitated Huayi's earlier action, chuckled, and gently pinned the trumpet flower to Xie Yunhuai's chest.

"If it's too difficult to apologize, how about we become friends instead?" Qin Fu'an licked his slightly itchy canine teeth. His fingers, which should have been lightly brushing over the body, instead moved more seductively, hooking onto the cool sleeve of the person in front of him, probing inch by inch, until finally touching the delicate, slightly cool skin, the protruding knuckles, and the little finger that he was pinching and rubbing, which was trembling slightly.

Even before he started pushing his luck, the comments section was already in an uproar.

But the streamer who was previously working diligently to earn money to support his family is clearly the kind of scoundrel who gets lustful at first sight and then abandons his viewers once he has a beautiful wife. Not only did they not interrupt the interaction, but they almost made the viewers' legs break from being harassed.

And Xie Yunhuai...

Xie Yunhuai, who was being gradually approached, tested, and seduced by Qin Fu'an's eyes, words, and actions, had already lost his breath when the ugly flower was pinned to his chest.

He tried to back away, but his body seemed to belong to someone else at some point. The unbearable closeness and touches, the culprits that made his breathing disorder, not only could not be pushed away by him, but also easily encircled his trembling fingers, making it difficult to break free.

He wanted to say something, to speak sternly, to rebuke the other party for their insolent behavior.

But everything was stuck in his throat, swallowed down after his Adam's apple moved silently.

Timidity, avoidance, panic, waiting.

His body, against his will, did the worst possible response.

He closed his eyes.

Like a docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered, like a divine servant stripped of his clothes and left to wait helplessly, like a snow spirit whose bones and blood are melted as he is embraced...

A sudden, low laugh from a young boy reached his ears. The next second, as he opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, someone raised a hand and covered his eyes.

In the darkness, a warm, gentle yet forceful touch forced open his tightly pursed lips.

...

"You don't like this flower?" Qin Fu'an smiled as Xie Yunhuai blushed and casually tossed the morning glory aside. He hooked Xie Yunhuai's struggling fingers and asked innocently, "Or do you not like the person who gave you the flower?"

Xie Yunhuai took a deep breath, trying to calm his body, which had been trembling and weak. His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse yet surprisingly alluring. He could only say as coldly as possible, "I hate flowers, and I hate people who give flowers."

Oh~

Qin Fu'an suddenly realized: "So you hate Huayi, and you also hate the flowers that Huayi grows."

Xie Yunhuai choked, realizing that although the young man in front of him had an outstanding appearance, he was obviously shameless!

[Author's Note]

Yunzai: Pah, you filthy scoundrel!

Anzai: (Feeling wronged) Wife, you were the one who closed your eyes first.

Yunzai: ...

Hehehe~ I made a delicious meal today, so happy!

There will be more updates tonight!

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Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine:

Summer 1;

Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:

20 bottles of Qixing;

5 bottles of Ye Qiqi;

Two bottles of Qing-Dynastie;

Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!