After Xu Qingzhi came out of the spiritual space, he felt uncomfortable all over, so he went to take another shower.

After taking a shower, she picked up her phone and opened WeChat as usual. She took a look and saw only the message from 99+ in the vegetable selling group. Feng Yan did not reply to her.

If he doesn’t want to reply, then don’t reply. She isn’t the type of person who would think too much, and he’s already very busy at work.

It was almost ten o'clock, it was getting late, and she should go to bed.

She always slept well. She put down her phone, covered herself with a thin quilt, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

The next day, Xu Qingzhi heard a knock on the door while he was still asleep.

She frowned, opened her hazy eyes, and checked the time on her phone. It was only five fifty in the morning. It was the time her parents were supposed to get up, but her mother wouldn't wake her up so early.

She rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked over to open the door.

She saw a black figure standing in front of her. Before she could see clearly, she was tightly wrapped in the person's arms.

It was just dawn and the air outside was cold.

It must have been late at night and the dew was heavy. His body seemed to be covered with the morning dew and a layer of mountain chill.

Xu Qingzhi couldn't help but shiver from the cold, but he didn't push the person away, he just asked, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you." Huo Fengyan's voice was a little hoarse, and he hugged the person in his arms tighter.

He finished all the urgent work on hand, freed up some time, took the latest flight last night, and then took a two-hour drive, arriving at Xu's house at four in the morning.

He stood outside and waited. Only when his aunt and uncle got up and opened the door did he greet them and come in.

Thinking of this, he mentioned: "I went upstairs and knocked on the door with the permission of my aunt and uncle."

Xu Qingzhi was afraid of being seen by his parents, and had been hugging him for a long time. He pushed him slightly and said, "Okay, let me go. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? Come downstairs and sit for a while."

Wang Yanmei rushed out from her brother's room next door, holding the sheets she had taken down to wash. She wanted to wash and dry them in the sun these few days. She glanced at the two people hugging each other and looked away: "It's still early for breakfast. Okay, mom will call you when the time comes. If you have anything to say, go into the room and close the door. Don't stand at the door. It's windy today."

"Thank you, Auntie." Huo Fengyan said politely.

Wang Yanmei ignored them and went downstairs. Looking at the strange expression on her husband's face, she whispered, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy to see Xiao Huo here?"

The new leather shoes that Xu Fuqiang tried on were brought by Xiao Huo this time. "Xiao Huo is a good kid. I am just worried about his body. He looks so weak. Qingzhi will have to take care of him and suffer a lot if she follows him."

Wang Yanmei rolled her eyes at him. "Do you think that in this era, it is still the same as before, where you have to take care of the whole family after you get married? Xiao Huo has a good job and runs a company. He is richer than our daughter. Didn't you hear from your sister that she lives in one of Xiao Huo's villas, and Xiao Huo has hired a nanny to take care of her."

Xu Fuqiang is actually more worried about...

He lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid he will leave earlier than Qingzhi, and Qingzhi will be sad."

Wang Yanmei: "Pah, pah, pah, what depressing words are you saying so early in the morning on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month?"

She changed the question and asked suspiciously, "Come to think of it, I've been recuperating from the surgery for a while now, and I've also been playing in Kyoto for a long time, why haven't you come back yet?"

Xu Fuqiang said: "I heard that they wanted to discuss Pingping's marriage, so they delayed some time. Kyoto is closer to the man, and the matter has not been finalized yet."

"So that's how it is." Wang Yanmei muttered a few words, "I can't just stay there forever. Although Xiao Huo will be considered a family member in the future, it's not good to take advantage of him like this, lest people look down on me."

Xu Fuqiang frowned.

Wang Yanmei waved her hand and stopped talking. She said, "I'll go boil some water. We'll have noodles for breakfast. Go to the vegetable patch in front and pick some fresh water spinach and shallot."

Xu Fuqiang didn't think about it anymore. He immediately took off his new leather shoes and put on his old cloth shoes to go to the vegetable field.

Upstairs, in the room.

Huo Fengyan's eyes were hurt, and he asked in a low voice: "Do I really look that weak?"

After saying that, he coughed twice.

His face was pale, and the only place with some color was his lips.

Xu Qingzhi laughed at him: "What do you think?"

She reached out her hand and took his pulse. It was much better than when they first met. It should be that the healing herbs she sent had some effect. However, his health was still poor. He should take good care of himself and it shouldn't be like this.

"Did you get enough rest? Did you eat three meals on time?" Xu Qingzhi asked. Seeing the tiredness on his face, he must have not slept all night last night. He then said, "Forget it. Actually, I have figured it out. You can't just focus on work. You have to take care of your health."

When she was in the Immortal Cultivation World, she would grow some herbs and learn some medicine. It wasn't because she wanted to learn, but she felt relieved to treat herself when she was injured. Otherwise, if she was poisoned by someone, she would be dead before she could complete her mission and return, so she was very careful and cherished her life.

"Well, listen to Zhizhi. I'll take care of myself." Huo Fengyan nodded in agreement, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "I won't die before you."

Xu Qingzhi knew that he was teasing her about what her father had just said.

People who practice cultivation have long lives and it is indeed not that easy for them to die.

"Then I wish you a long life." Xu Qingzhi said.

She pointed to the bed and said, "If you're sleepy, why don't you lie on my bed for a while?"

Huo Fengyan shook his head. He had rushed here from Kyoto and was so dirty that he didn't want to dirty Zhizhi's bed.

He said, "Let me hold you like this for a while, and you won't be sleepy at all."

Xu Qingzhi was forced to lean in his arms, which was not very comfortable. She moved her body to a comfortable position. She reached her hand up from his waist and gently patted his back soothingly.

"After breakfast, go to Grandpa's place and take a nap. He talks about you every day in my ears. He used to clean your room regularly, for fear that you would be disgusted if you saw that his room was dirty when you came back."

Huo Fengyan chuckled: "Why would I complain? Grandpa is willing to take me in, I can't thank him enough."

"I'm going to my grandpa's place to make persimmon cakes today, and I'll just take you there on the way," she said.

Huo Fengyan nodded.

It seemed that all the fatigue from rushing all night was gone with Wen Xiang in my arms.

He recalled the thoughts of 'Fu Dao' before.

Then, the sentence that Jiang Xiao made fun of in the group popped up in my mind.

——"You chat every day, so why haven't you and Qingzhi progressed to the stage of dating?"

His voice was hoarse as he whispered her name: "Xu Qingzhi."

Her name here.

It’s not Qingzhi, but Xu Qingzhi.

Xu Qingzhi looked at him strangely, "Huh?"

Even his hands were shaking a little. He looked into her eyes, his bass voice as hoarse as it could be, and tried cautiously.

"Zhizhi, does this count as us being in a relationship?"

(End of this chapter)