"A little demon who has awakened to love? Hahaha, things are starting to get interesting."

"Who's there?"

Yichan heard a noise, flew over but saw nothing.

"Could it all be my imagination? No, it can't be, someone must have been here just now..."

Who could it be? Who is this person here for?

Yichan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when Aunt Baozi arrived beside him.

"Yichan, why don't you come in? It's so cold outside. Come in and warm up."

Yichan stared at the old woman in astonishment, sensing the lingering demonic energy in the steamed bun shop, and a secret joy welled up in his heart that he himself did not realize.

He obediently let the old woman pull him inside.

"Okay, let's go in now."

He had never realized his eyesight was so good; in the crowded steamed bun shop, he spotted the little fox lying on the table at a glance.

As she fell asleep, all her sharp edges were concealed, making her appear harmless and docile.

The old woman followed his gaze and looked at the girl lying on the ground, her eyes filled with heartache.

"This girl, I don't know what she's suffered, she can even fall asleep while eating steamed buns, it's so pitiful."

The world is inherently harsh on women, especially beautiful women.

Fortunately, she raised herself and took good care of herself.

What suffering could she possibly endure?

He had only been away from her for a few days when she hooked up with the most famous wealthy businessman, Gu Jia.

Even their return was personally escorted by their young master.

Her methods are far more sophisticated than they know. No matter how innocent and kind a demon may be, how kind can she really be?

Yichan gradually convinced himself, a hint of clarity appearing in his eyes.

Yun Lian also woke up from his rambling thoughts.

Seeing Yichan sitting next to her, his face still showing the dazed look of someone who had just woken up, she gently touched his face with her delicate hand, yet seemed afraid of something and dared not truly touch him.

"Little Taoist priest, you are so heartless. Even in my dreams, you are so cold and distant."

As she spoke, a tear rolled down her cheek.

It was as if all the sorrow had been gathered together, so much so that her heart was about to break, making people unable to help but follow her joys and sorrows.

Before I could even react, my own eyes were already damp with tears, just like hers.

"Don't cry, little Taoist priest. You should know that I love seeing you smile the most."

When Yichan opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, something he had never imagined.

"Do you... always dream about me?"

"Hmm, aside from dreams, when will you give in to me?"

As Yun Lian cried, she boldly straddled Yi Chan's lap, her red lips close to his, devoutly kissing away the tear that had fallen from the corner of his eye, without a trace of lust.

Yichan froze, all her attention focused on the slight moisture on her lips.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yun Lian pinched his face hard, squeezing out various shapes with his face until his handsome face was red, and only then did she finally vent the anger that had been stuck in her heart.

"Of course I know. I've wanted to do this to you for a long time. If I can't do it in reality, can't I do whatever I want in my dreams?"

As if possessed, Yichan grabbed the hand that had been wreaking havoc on his face, flicked it with his tongue, and bit down hard with his white teeth.

The sudden pain and sensation made both of them tremble.

"Little fox, do you still think you're dreaming?"

Startled by the sudden pain, Yun Lian clutched her fingertips and jumped a great distance away.

"It wasn't a dream after all!"

The dark clouds that had been hanging over Yichan's head for the past few days vanished in an instant.

His world suddenly became clear and bright, and even his steps became lighter.

He helped the little fox up from the ground and returned all the abuse she had inflicted on his face.

"You were so resolute when you said we'd never meet again, how could you go back on your word? And now you're doing whatever you want to me in my dreams."

Yun Lian felt extremely guilty for being caught red-handed and dared not look him in the eye.

He stammered for a long time, tears welling up in his eyes, looking pitiful and wronged.

"Are you back to confront me now? You little Taoist priest, I hate you! I don't want to be dragged to the Taoist temple by you!"

Yun Lian ran off the ground and bumped into Aunt Baozi, who had just returned from collecting her things.

"Why are you crying, little girl? Where are you going so late? It's dangerous outside."

Yun Lian sobbed as she replied, "Auntie, don't worry about me. I don't want to be in the same place as him."

"This child..."

Where else could she go besides her little steamed bun shop? Where could she find refuge?

The old woman was very anxious, but she ran very fast and disappeared from sight in no time.

The old woman went to find Yichan in a panic.

"Yichan, why did you make Yunlian cry again? It's so dangerous for a little girl like her to run out at night. I heard she was almost kidnapped last time. Go out and check on her."

She might not want to see him.

Yichan rubbed his brow.

I felt like my head was about to explode.

But he had no choice but to listen to his aunt. After listening to her nag for a few minutes, he quickly walked out the door.

The old woman watched his worried back as she paced back and forth anxiously.

As he walked, a smile crept into his eyes.

"The appearance of this girl is like a stone hitting a calm lake; no matter how hard you try, it will inevitably cause ripples."

Both she and Yichan felt more down-to-earth because of her presence.

Yun Lian's situation was different from theirs, filled with worry and anxiety.

She had just sat down by the river and started to sob a few times when a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared beside her, as elegant and noble as a bamboo shoot, unlike any ordinary person.

He handed Yun Lian an extremely soft handkerchief, his voice so gentle it was almost drowning.

"Such a beautiful face, don't let it cry like a little kitten."

Yun Lian raised her red, tear-filled eyes, looking as cute as a little rabbit.

"Who are you? Why are you sitting next to me?"

The man watched her sob, completely ignoring her wariness, and instead reached out to pat her head.

Who I am is not important. As for sitting next to you... perhaps it's just that we are of the same sex and we sympathize with each other. It's just that two people who are equally miserable have come together.

What is it that you are suffering from?

Yun Lian took his handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her skin, still pink and moist from crying, was still radiant.

"As for me... hehe, the hardships I've endured are beyond what outsiders can understand. Just remember that I've suffered far more than you have. Young man, there's no hurdle in life that you can't overcome, so don't be sad."

Yun Lian was drawn to him, her eyes fixed on his gaze without blinking.

She extended her slender, white fingertip and gently touched the corner of his eye.

"But your eyes tell me that there is a huge hurdle that you can't overcome. Can someone as radiant and upright as you also feel sadness?"

Qingxin looked up into her eyes, which were even more innocent and naive than a fawn's. Her eyes were crystal clear, with only a faint hint of doubt.

She seemed to have completely forgotten her earlier sorrow, leaving only her curiosity about herself.