The room was plunged into darkness again with the sound of the door slamming shut, with only a sliver of light shining in through the window.
Haotian really wanted to bury herself under the covers. Perhaps, perhaps she shouldn't have forced Xiaohei to undergo a gender reassignment; perhaps she could have discussed it with her beforehand.
If that's the case, Xiao Hei wouldn't have retaliated against him, leaving him powerless and at the mercy of others.
However, what's done is done, and now she can only curl up weakly and helplessly, just like before.
Soon... Diefang came in carrying a bowl of soup. (Chicken soup is here!)
Diefang's face was full of smiles; she had put a lot of thought into making this bowl of soup.
However, at this time, Wenxin was still outside, covered in dust and dirt, building the furnace platform...
Originally, Diefang invited her to cook with her, but Wenxin insisted on making the best food by herself to impress her master's taste buds and win his heart.
The ideal was beautiful, but the reality was miserable. She didn't even know how to make a clay stove for cooking, while Diefang could do it instantly with magic.
He was covered in dirt and grime, holding a sword, his sharp eyes fixed on a large clod of earth.
After Diefang entered the room, the room was filled with light as the door opened.
She saw her master, who had his head tucked under the covers, with only wisps of white hair sticking out. Diefang suddenly found her master's behavior quite adorable.
She must be shy because she was just kissed.
Diefang slowly carried the chicken soup to the bedside, used her magic to move a table over, and then placed it on the table.
After doing all this, she finally turned to look at her master...
Gently pull the blanket down.
Soon, her beautiful master appeared.
"Master, your disciple has made you some chicken soup. Have a couple of sips. You must be hungry now that you're not cultivating."
Haotian then opened his eyes, looked at Diefang, and then at the chicken soup on the table.
Fine, I'll eat it. I just hope my apprentice doesn't put any sleeping pills in the chicken soup.
Haotian then got up and sat on the bed. Just as his fair and slender hands reached for the bowl and chopsticks, Diefang immediately stopped him.
To her surprise, Diefang picked up the bowl and chopsticks, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to her...
Haotian: ……
"Diefang, I may have lost my cultivation, but I'm not crippled. I can still eat."
Diefang's spoon trembled slightly, but she quickly replied to Haotian.
"Master, you have lost your cultivation, don't tire yourself out, let your disciple do it."
Haotian stared at Diefang, who felt his gaze and dared not look directly at him. Her face flushed slightly, but she showed no sign of putting down the spoon she was holding.
After a long silence, Haotian finally humiliatingly drank the chicken soup that Diefang handed him.
In that instant, Diefang's heart nearly leaped out of her throat with excitement.
Her hands trembled slightly without her noticing, but she quickly calmed them down.
Then he scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup, blew on it, and handed it to Haotian again.
Haotian simply stared blankly as he opened his mouth, slurped, and swallowed.
At least she knows for now that there's no sleeping potion in the chicken soup, and it tastes alright. If there really was a sleeping potion in the chicken soup, once she has cultivation, she will immediately expel Diefang from the sect. She has a bottom line when it comes to her rebellious disciple.
Diefang's face grew redder and redder, and her movements became faster and faster, while Haotian drank more and more slowly.
After what seemed like the umpteenth time, Diefang appeared to be getting impatient. Haotian was drinking too slowly, and a trickle of chicken soup was dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
Hmm, just a tiny bit, right at the corner of my mouth.
Seeing this, Diefang realized that she had been too hasty, so she immediately put down her spoon and aimed at the little bit of chicken soup at the corner of the mouth.
Smack~~
Diefang even licked it.
What followed was Haotian's shocked expression and Diefang lowering her head in shame.
Diefang's face was flushed red. She didn't know why she had suddenly done what she had just done.
The two remained frozen in place for a short while before Haotian spoke.
"You can take the rest; I'm full."
Upon hearing these words, Diefang's delicate body trembled.
She was also clearly aware that it was her own actions that were to blame...
Haotian, who had originally intended to coax Diefang away, softened his heart when he saw her ashamed, regretful, and self-reproachful expression.
Diefang sat to one side of him, head down, saying and doing nothing, like a child who had made a mistake, sitting there blankly.
Haotian finally let out a soft sigh.
He cupped Diefang's face in his hands, which was about to cry.
Haotian said very gently, "It's alright, your master doesn't mind. But this is the first and the last time. Do you remember what I said back then? Don't be a rebellious disciple. Leave the chicken soup behind. Perhaps you should calm down and think about what I said."
Finally, Diefang nodded and quickly left. As she left, her once dazzling purple hair seemed to have dimmed somewhat in Haotian's eyes.
After she closed the door and left, Haotian looked at the chicken soup on the table indifferently, unconsciously poking the corner of his mouth where Diefang had just kissed him.
She felt things were getting increasingly dangerous, but although she had her own thoughts, she hadn't reached the point of wanting to fight to the death.
He picked up the chicken soup and ate a few more mouthfuls by himself. It's quite impressive that he has such skill at such a young age. He must have put in a lot of effort.
Before long, she had drunk most of the small bowl of chicken soup and was already full.
I stretched and yawned, and in an instant, spring was in full bloom.
All I do is eat and sleep. Right now, I have no cultivation and can't manage anything. If the sky falls, Xiao Hei and the others will hold it up.
Just then, Diefang, who had just stepped out, was seen by Wenxin, who had been studying the stove for a long time without success. As soon as she saw Diefang, she immediately ran over to her.
"Senior sister, can I borrow your furnace for a moment?"
Diefang tried her best to keep her face down, not wanting Wenxin to see her current expression: "Sure, but Master has already eaten the chicken soup I made, you can make it later."
After saying this, Diefang hurriedly left, found her room, and hid inside.
Wenxin scratched her head, staring blankly at her somewhat strange senior sister.
I feel like something's not quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
Wenxin, who rarely used her brain, simply stopped thinking about it and finally decided that since her master had eaten, she would boil water for him and help him take a hot bath!
Then, hehehe...
Just as Wenxin was about to knock on the door, she suddenly realized that she was covered in dust and dirt.
He immediately withdrew his knock and returned to his room at lightning speed.
Hmm, I'll wash myself first. Yes, yes, I'll practice first so I can give Master a perfect bathing experience later.
After washing herself up, her face flushed, she confidently knocked on Haotian's door...
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