Thank you.
The boy looked up and was caught off guard by Fan Qiyue's gentle eyes. Her thick, curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings, gently fluttering into his heart. The boy before him was clearly a man, but he was so beautiful.
"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name? How old are you?"
Fan Qiyue still vividly remembered the boy's previous miserable state, so she felt very sorry for him and spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone, "My name is Fan Qiyue, I am eleven years old this year, and I am Master's fourth disciple."
“I…I am called Long Buji.”
Long Buji hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Also eleven years old."
"Long Buji, that name sounds so powerful."
Fan Qiyue blinked her beautiful eyes before continuing happily, "But we're actually the same age! When was your birthstone? Although I'm an orphan, I had my birth date and time on me, and I was born on the eleventh month. What about you?"
“I…I’m a little older than you.”
The boy, who was initially confused, gradually calmed down after being questioned by Fan Qiyue. "My birthday is on the first day of the Lunar New Year."
"It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, so by that calculation, you're almost a year older than me!"
Fan Qiyue was taken aback and said, "No wonder you look so muscular. Although you're not very tall, you have such big muscles."
As she spoke, Fan Qiyue subconsciously reached out and pinched Long Bujie's waist. Hmm, it was really hard.
"..."
However, at this moment, Fan Qiyue did not see that Long Buji had already frozen in place.
His entire face was flushed red, and sweat was dripping down his temples.
He really couldn't believe it; the touch of that hand was so soft and delicate. Could it really be a boy's fingers?
Long Bujie slowly covered his heart with his hand. He could feel the intense beating, faster than usual!
What's wrong with him?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
When Fan Qiyue realized that something was wrong with Long Buji, she immediately realized that his behavior was too abrupt and quickly apologized with a red face.
"No...it's nothing."
Long Bujie stared blankly at Fan Qiyue, whose face was now flushed with embarrassment, and stammered, "It's a bit cold."
"Ah, that's about it. I'm sorry, let's get up quickly, or you'll get sick."
Fan Qiyue then remembered that Long Bujie was just an ordinary person, so she quickly helped him out of the river and wrapped him in a towel.
After helping him get dressed, I used my internal energy to dry his hair.
The boy leaned back in his chair, feeling a slight tug on his scalp and the touch of Fan Qiyue's soft fingers.
That tenderness, like silk threads, wrapped itself around his heart.
He had never been treated so gently since birth.
"alright."
After simply combing the boy's hair into a bun, Fan Qiyue finally took a good look at him. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so handsome."
The boy had deep-set eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a resolute face that was as three-dimensional as a sculpture. He had a straight back, a strong physique, and wheat-colored skin, exuding an aura of vigor and strength like that of a pine tree.
This young man's handsomeness was not refined, not monstrous, not domineering, but rather as solid and steady as the earth itself.
"I'm not good-looking."
However, despite the praise, Long Bujie's expression did not change at all. Instead, he continued to stare at Fan Qiyue and said, "You are beautiful."
"Uh, thank you so much."
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