"Are you a dog? Why did you bite me?"
Ye Qiu patted Wang Xiaocao's plump buttocks.
Wang Xiaocao bit her lower lip tightly, her bright eyes seeming to overflow with tears, but she still didn't speak.
It was clear that Ye Qiu's hands were getting increasingly outrageous, and Wang Xiaocao couldn't help but speak up: "Are you addicted to pinching me? Have some shame!"
"He jumped up there himself."
"But you..."
"If you don't want to, then go down," Ye Qiu interrupted Wang Xiaocao.
"You bastard, I'm ignoring you."
Wang Xiaocao pushed Ye Qiu and finally got off Ye Qiu's back, then quickly ran forward.
Ye Qiu touched his nose, secretly blaming himself.
I realize I went a bit too far just now.
But that feeling was too intoxicating.
If he had to do it again, Ye Qiu felt he would still be able to do it.
After all, pinching it won't get you pregnant.
Just as Ye Qiu was about to chase after Wang Xiaocao after her walking away, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qiu turned around and was overjoyed.
Because the person speaking next was Zhao Ling'er.
"Ling'er, so you're still alive."
Ye Qiu excitedly stepped forward, wanting to give Zhao Ling'er a big hug.
Zhao Ling'er tried to dodge, but there was no way to escape; Ye Qiu pulled her directly into his arms.
"You're still so domineering."
Zhao Ling'er pinched Ye Qiu hard, then said, "Brother Ye, someone asked me to deliver a letter to you."
"Who?" Ye Qiu asked.
“She said her name is Zhao Churan, and I already consider her my older sister. From now on, wherever she goes, I will follow,” Zhao Ling’er said.
Ye Qiu was startled: "Where is she? Is she nearby?"
"She's not here, she's in another city. I have to go find her after I deliver this letter to you." As Zhao Ling'er spoke, she stuffed a letter into Ye Qiu's hand.
Ye Qiu held the letter, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
"Brother Ye, I'll be going now."
Zhao Ling'er waved her hand.
"Wait a minute." Ye Qiu grabbed Zha Ling'er: "Turn around so I can see."
"Why?"
Zhao Ling'er was puzzled.
"change."
"Okay." Zhao Ling'er twirled around, her figure elegant, with a curvaceous figure.
But when Zhao Ling'er reached out, Ye Qiu couldn't see much of Zhao Churan's shadow.
The reason he made Zhao Ling'er spin around was to confirm whether Zhao Ling'er was actually Zhao Churan.
Because it all happened so coincidentally.
Zhao Ling'er came from the Upper Realm, and upon arriving in this world, she encountered Zhao Churan—a coincidence that seemed almost absurd.
The only possibility is that Zhao Ling'er is Zhao Churan.
"Brother Ye, what do you mean?" Zhao Ling'er asked.
"It's nothing, you can go now." Ye Qiu waved his hand.
"Okay, Brother Ye, Sister Zhao Churan and I may be going to a very far place. You'll be here alone, so take care," Zhao Ling'er whispered.
"Take care, you too."
"Um."
Zhao Ling'er pretended to be relaxed and skipped away.
But as soon as she turned a corner, Zhao Ling'er's emotions suddenly collapsed. She squatted on the ground and cried silently.
“Miss, it’s time for us to set off. Now is the best time to enter the Upper Realm. If we miss this opportunity, we may have to wait a hundred years.”
An old man appeared silently in front of Zhao Ling'er.
The old man was so thin he was practically skin and bones, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Zhao Ling'er stood up, took a deep breath, and whispered, "He already suspects that I am Zhao Churan, but he is not sure. If there is still time, I want to be honest with him."
“Miss, there’s no need for that,” the old man said. “It’s not appropriate for you to acknowledge him now. It’s better to just let him think you are Zhao Ling’er. We can discuss it further after he goes to the Upper Realm.”
"But..."
“Miss, it might be better for him to cultivate without any worries. Besides, you’ve seen that this guy is never short of women. So don’t acknowledge him as your brother. Just consider it a test for him,” the old man said.
Zhao Ling'er clenched her delicate hands tightly, finally giving in: "Alright, shall we leave now?"
"Miss, please."
...
Not far away, Ye Qiu opened the letter.
The letter contained very little: "You really are a scumbag. You're never short of women wherever you go. It seems you no longer need me. Fine, I wish you a bright future and all the best. I'm going to the Upper Realm. Also, I'll give you face regarding your plagiarism and won't expose you. At least for the next hundred years, your actions here won't be exposed either. Go ahead and do your work. Goodbye."
After reading the letter, Ye Qiu was greatly shocked.
Could it be that Zhao Churan has been around him all along? Does she know everything that happened to him after he came to this world?
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu couldn't help but clench his fist, his feelings extremely complicated.
Ye Qiu has deep feelings for Zhao Churan.
Because Zhao Churan is not just Zhao Churan, she is also Li Yuechan, Qingniao, and many others whom Ye Qiu cares about...
Now, Zhao Churan is leaving; she's going to the Upper Realm, which makes Ye Qiu very reluctant to part with her.
But Ye Qiu had no reason to keep Zhao Churan!
"Never mind, there's plenty of time in the future."
Ye Qiu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Hey, I was worried you'd gotten lost. Turns out you were here hugging a beautiful woman. How was it? Was it a comfortable hug?"
Wang Xiaocao asked with a half-smile.
"It's alright." Ye Qiu smiled.
"Not bad?" Wang Xiaocao instantly exploded, scratching and biting Ye Qiu: "You were just pinching my butt, and then you turned around and hugged a beautiful woman on the street. How could you be such a scumbag? I'll beat you to death."
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