Chapter 163 "I'm not trying to coax you, I'm trusting you. ...

"How could that be?" Song Linsheng responded very quickly, as if he already had the answer in his mind without even having to think about it.

Wen Yu curled her lips. Song Linsheng's words weren't enough to dispel her doubts. She rolled her eyes and said angrily, "You haven't thought about it carefully. I can't believe it. Who knows if you're just trying to fool me?"

After saying that, Wen Yu sat up, holding the silk blanket in her hands, staring at Song Linsheng with her eyes.

Song Linsheng's expression remained unchanged and gentle. Even when he heard Wen Yu say such words, he did not show any ripples. Instead, the corners of his lips curled up and his smile became even wider.

"I'm not trying to coax you, I'm trusting you."

Song Linsheng's voice was clear and gentle, like a spring flowing through a forest, which made Wen Yu's heat disappear and feel cool.

Wen Yu's lips tightened as she suddenly looked away, staring awkwardly at the incense burner with blue and white porcelain branches beside her. "Oh?"

Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and handed the tea he had prepared early that morning to Wen Yu. He patiently and gently coaxed her, "Xiaoyu, whatever you do, it must be based on your considerations and plans. How could I interfere? And there's no need to speculate."

Seeing that Wen Yu was holding the silk blanket tightly in her hand and had no intention of drinking tea, Song Linsheng raised the corners of his lips and smiled with helplessness and doting.

He pushed a whole box of star anise butterfly cakes that had not been touched on the table in front of Wen Yu and raised his eyebrows to signal her.

This was bought at Jiangyang Restaurant on the way here just now. It is Xiaoyu's favorite fruit.

If Xiaoyu was unwilling to give him some face, she would at least not be unwilling to give face to the octagonal butterfly pastry.

The smile on Song Linsheng's lips deepened, and he looked confident of winning.

As expected, Wen Yu caught a glimpse of the butterfly pastry and couldn't help swallowing.

She hesitantly put down the silk blanket in her hands and moved closer to the small table. As she held the entire oil-paper package in her hands, she asked, "Are you serious?"

Wen Yu felt that she might be going crazy.

When she was making firewood in the mountains, she watched flocks of birds and animals and tourists coming and going every day. Although she had never interacted with anyone, she never cared about anyone's thoughts.

——How free and easy it is.

Even after she entered the Temple of Spring and trained under her master, she did not care about anyone's eyes or opinions, whether it was Chi Huang or the little fairy messenger beside the East Heaven Court. She ran around the East Heaven Court as she pleased every day, knowing that her master would clean up the mess for her.

——It also deserves the four words "happy and free".

But now...

Wen Yu seemed to be staring intently at the butterfly cake in front of her with her head down, but she couldn't help but glance upwards, secretly looking at Song Linsheng's expression.

But now she is staying with Song Linsheng. He is just a mortal, and he doesn’t know what there is to be afraid of. Can he eat her?

But I don't know why, I always can't help but want to know Song Linsheng's opinion, Song Linsheng's meaning, and Song Linsheng's feelings.

Even though she denied it and pretended to be relaxed while asking questions, she knew in her heart that she was afraid of making a mistake and annoying him.

She... seemed very afraid that Song Linsheng would hate her.

Although she was made of wood, she did not have a wooden head.

Other people's opinions and likes and dislikes are not important to her. She neither cares nor pays attention to them.

It’s just…Song Linsheng seems different from others.

Wen Yu's brows gradually furrowed, and even the fragrance of the butterfly cakes could not disturb her mind.

Her chaotic thoughts were like a tangled mess, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sort them out.

Forget it!

Wen Yu resolutely put aside the theories that she couldn't understand or comprehend, and mustered up the courage to look up at Song Linsheng. She happened to see Song Linsheng's lips and teeth moving slightly.

"Rinsheng never speaks falsely to Xiaoyu."

His words were sincere and his eyes were extremely sincere. When his eyes flashed, it seemed as if stars were falling and shining brightly.

Wen Yu was stunned. She had originally planned to refute a few words and let it go as a joke, but when she met Song Linsheng's eyes, she couldn't say anything else after looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." Wen Yu retracted her gaze, half-closed her eyes, and stared at the box of star anise butterfly cakes in her hand. She responded in a panic, and even she couldn't hear clearly what she said.

As early as when she secretly went down to the mortal world, Chi Huang warned her -

Never trust what ordinary people say, and don't be greedy for worldly things.

But, if this person is Song Linsheng, then we can... believe it, right?

Wen Yu pursed her lips. This star anise butterfly pastry was her favorite. She had just passed by the East Market but not the Jiangyang Restaurant. However, Song Linsheng went to buy it specially because he was worried that she would not eat enough for breakfast, so he saved it for her to eat on the way.

The faint fruity aroma mixed with the oily smell of the shortbread created a rich and lingering flavor that could not be stopped even through the oil paper from going straight into Wen Yu's nose.

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as her mind turned, she raised her hand to untie the knot wrapped around it, then peeled off the oil paper and handed the first piece of butterfly cake on top to Song Linsheng.

"Song Linsheng, I believe you." Wen Yu's eyes were bright, no longer hesitant.

Song Linsheng's eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes full of surprise, and then the corners of his lips curved up and his eyebrows softened, like a pool of melted snow water.

Winter is gone and spring is here.

Just as the name suggests.

Seeing that he didn't say anything and didn't take the fruit, Wen Yu looked calm, but she felt uneasy in her heart. As she hesitated, her fingertips began to curl up.

On the other side, Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu deeply, and saw the clarity and sincerity in her eyes.

Joy rose in my heart, but I was panicked and speechless.

Song Linsheng seemed to be suddenly outside an endless wilderness, surrounded by an untouchable silence and an inescapable emptiness. He could only hear the roar in his head and the vibration in his chest.

It seemed as if something invisible flashed by and was trying to get closer to Wen Yu, but he couldn't catch it.

Of course, he didn't want to catch it.

Just let it flow as it pleases, and that's all.

Wen Yu's eyelashes flickered, and she finally couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing that Song Linsheng didn't move, she hesitated and prepared to retract her hand.

Yes, this butterfly pastry is her favorite, but not Song Linsheng’s.

She remembered Xi Yan saying that Song Linsheng didn't like to eat fruits like crispy cakes, but he liked steamed cakes very much.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu began to feel very guilty.

Since Song Linsheng never interfered with her thoughts, she shouldn't ignore Song Linsheng's preferences at will.

Thinking about it, Wen Yu retracted her fingertips, "If you don't like this..."

But as soon as Wen Yufu moved, Song Linsheng suddenly moved, and then her hand holding the butterfly pastry fell into Song Linsheng's palm.

"I like it very much." Song Linsheng said without hesitation.

Whether it's butterfly cakes or...Xiaoyu, he likes them all very much.

Song Linsheng's eyes were fixed on Wen Yu, and he didn't want to look away for a moment.

The sunlight coming through the gaps in the curtains made Wen Yu's cheeks red, like pieces of flying clouds or strands of golden light.

Her fingertips were warm, but his palms were burning like fire.

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and said nothing.

They looked at each other in silence, and Wen Yu couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

She looked at Song Linsheng in a daze, then looked at the butterfly pastry in her hand.

A light layer of oil spilled over, staining her fingertips transparent.

"But, don't you dislike eating greasy food..." Wen Yu hesitated and stammered.

Song Linsheng's eyes softened, and there was tenderness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He shook his head gently and did not answer directly.

His gaze slid down to the two hands held together, and Song Linsheng's throat moved slightly.

He was originally planning to take the first piece of star anise butterfly pastry from Xiaoyu, but he suddenly changed his mind.

Song Linsheng's heart tightened. The vibration and roar just now disappeared, replaced by stagnant breathing and cautious behavior.

He leaned forward cautiously, approaching Wen Yu inch by inch, stopping two or three times until Wen Yu did not retreat before continuing forward.

Wen Yu watched Song Linsheng getting closer and closer to her, but she didn't know how to react.

It was clearly the scorching heat of May, but it felt like the coldest days of winter. Her hands and feet seemed to be frozen, extremely stiff and unable to move.

Wen Yu couldn't stop swallowing, her heart beating wildly. Her face was as calm as a lake, but her heart was beating like a drum.

Until Song Linsheng's chin touched the back of Wen Yu's fingers, the slightly cool touch made her whole body tense.

Song Linsheng took a bite of the butterfly pastry in her hand.

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the crispy crust cracking.

Wen Yu's eyes opened wide, and her eyelashes raised with a look of disbelief.

Song Linsheng behaved in a dignified manner and had a neat appearance. Even before drinking water, he would wash his hands and face to remove dust. I had never seen him use anything so casually.

In shock, Wen Yu forgot her own discomfort and just stared at Song Linsheng.

With this exchange of glances, Song Linsheng became the one who felt uncomfortable.

His jade-carved face was originally the color of snow, but after looking at Wen Yu, it suddenly turned red, and even his earlobes were not spared.

Song Linsheng looked like he had been immersed in a jar of wine, his whole body filled with a hazy and intoxicated look.

Get drunk without drinking.

"Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu hesitated and called out slowly.

It was this sound, like the sudden sound of spring thunder and the roar of summer rain, that called Song Linsheng back from his wandering mind.

Suddenly coming to his senses, Song Linsheng leaned back, sat up straight, and let go of Wen Yu's hand.

As if waking up from a dream, there was still a daze and surprise in his eyes, and he stared at Wen Yu blankly.

For a moment, I didn't even know where to put my hands and feet.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu, I, I..." Song Linsheng spoke incoherently and hurriedly, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

He wanted to apologize, but didn't know how to start.

He wanted to apologize, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong.

Although he knew in his heart that this action was too bold, he couldn't help but feel that he was courageous.

Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng, whose face had turned red, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Then she looked at the bitten star anise butterfly cake in her hand.

Now only seven corners remain.

She calmed herself down, grabbed Song Linsheng's hand across the table, stuffed the remaining half of the butterfly pastry into his hand, and then quickly withdrew her hand.

"Here, here you go!" Wen Yu's eyes wandered, not daring to look at Song Linsheng again, "Also, Song Linsheng..."

Song Linsheng lowered his head and looked at the butterfly cake in his hand, his half-closed eyelashes revealing loneliness. But when he heard Wen Yu calling his name, he immediately raised his head and his eyes lit up, "Xiaoyu?"

Wen Yu blinked rapidly, glanced at the blue and white incense burner beside her, which was emitting bursts of cold fragrance, and then glanced at Song Linsheng in front of her, looking dazed.

She raised her sleeve and touched her chin with one finger, signaling to Song Linsheng, "There's a piece of pastry on your chin..."

Wen Yu's voice was clear and moving, like pearls falling on a plate, but the words she spoke...

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Linsheng and Wen Yu turned their heads away tacitly, and no one dared to look up at each other.

Song Linsheng raised his sleeves and frantically adjusted his appearance and clothing, while Wen Yu scratched the side of his face uncomfortably with his fingertips.

Silence filled the limited space inside the car, leaving not a single gap. A faint awkwardness mixed with shyness spread through the air, staining both of their faces, leaving no one untouched.

However, this atmosphere did not last long. Just when Wen Yu and Song Linsheng were at a loss, the sound of washing the inkstone rang out at the right time, as if a savior had appeared in the world or a god had come to earth.

"Sir, Madam Wen, Madam Wen requests to see you."

Wen Yu coughed lightly and cleared her throat. She forced herself to turn and look at Song Linsheng. After making sure that he was ready, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Madam Wen...

It's time to meet Mrs. Wen.