Chapter 1086 You seem angry
[Touch him, hold his hand,] Wuyou sighed, [Actually, I shouldn't have said this, but no one else knows the truth. The truth is, he not only forgot your past, but he also has something he can't talk about, something that Zhang Chengxuan and Master Han couldn't discover when they examined his pulse, but he thought everyone knew.]
Song Chunxue was very puzzled. "What do you mean? Is he hiding something from me?"
That's right. He hasn't dared to approach you these past few days, not because he's shy, but because he's hesitant and insecure.
[Why is he insecure?] He can make a talented female cultivator remember him for twenty years, so what is there to be insecure about?
He felt he was impotent.
"[...Infertility?]" Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng in surprise, her gaze involuntarily glancing downwards.
"Don't look around!" Wuyou said through gritted teeth. "If you scare someone to tears, you'll regret it."
Song Chunxue: ...
What should we do?
"I just came to check on you. If you're alright, I'll go ahead..." He awkwardly got up to leave.
Song Chunxue reacted quickly and grabbed his fingers.
Xie Zheng suddenly stopped in his tracks, quickly looked up at her, his eyes filled with surprise and joy, but also with sadness.
That look softened Song Chunxue's heart, and she couldn't help but pull him down, "Sit down, I have something to say."
He sat down stiffly, his palms were hot, and his eyes wandered aimlessly.
At this moment, Song Chunxue finally understood what her senior brother meant by "It's not you who's at a disadvantage; Xie Zheng is more pitiful than you."
That Daoist Qingxuan, make sure she doesn't run into him again next time, or you've gone too far with the beating.
"What are you so nervous about?" Song Chunxue asked, trying to ease the tension. "Would you like some tea?"
Xie Zheng nodded, "Yes."
As soon as he said it, he felt a little foolish.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She released Xie Zheng's hand and took out the tea table and tea set that had been put away earlier from her storage ring.
She raised her hand and made a hand seal to light the fire. She quickly placed the tea canister on the fire and took out red dates, goji berries, dried longan, and honey bought in Zhuanglang County from the tea tray.
What kind of snack would you like?
“Buckwheat buns,” Xie Zheng blurted out, “I heard you used to make these for me often, is that true?”
“It’s true,” Song Chunxue took out a bamboo basket, took out two pieces of sliced buckwheat buns from the white cloth, and handed one to him. “I remember that even if there was nothing between us back then, you weren’t this embarrassed. I didn’t expect that Lord Xie had forgotten our past and was still so shy.”
"..."
After saying this, Xie Zheng's face turned as red as watermelon flesh.
Song Chunxue was terrified. Would he burn himself?
That can't be right. Could it be that Qingxuan used some other vicious stuff?
If she kisses him now, will he faint?
Thinking of this, Song Chunxue smiled and looked at him with great interest.
The tea was boiling and about to overflow, so Xie Zheng quickly picked up the tea canister and poured tea into the teacup in front of her.
Half of it spilled outside, and the hot water that fell onto the tea stove instantly turned into steam.
Although Song Chunxue felt that at this moment, she was like a lecherous man harassing a respectable woman...
But this feeling is pretty good.
No wonder those stinky men like that.
However, seeing Xie Zheng's wrist shaking so much that the tea was spilling, she decided to tone it down.
She cursed herself inwardly for not pushing her luck, but thought that such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was rare and she had to seize it.
She took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, saying, "Let me wipe your hands, you just have some tea."
The tea he brewed was consumed by the stove; the two of them barely got a few sips.
Xie Zheng wiped his fingers, intending to wipe the water stains on the tea table, then paused, took out his handkerchief from his pocket, and put the one Song Chunxue had handed him into his pocket.
This scene was captured by Song Chunxue, and it had a strange sweetness about it.
Fortunately, even if he doesn't remember, his reaction doesn't lie.
But she shouldn't be blindly confident.
She took a sip of her tea and asked expressionlessly, "So you still haven't told me what your plans are now that you know about us, or rather, how you view our situation and how we should get along in the future?"
The smile on his face froze for a moment.
Song Chunxue suddenly remembered what Wuyou had said: he thought he was impotent.
No, we can't put this problem in his hands.
“In my opinion, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. I’ll wait until you remember it slowly. When we see my master, we can cultivate together and he can help you find a solution.”
Song Chunxue said earnestly, "Anyway, I have no intention of running away now, so if you prefer that female cultivator from Qingyun..."
"No, I haven't taken a liking to anyone else, please don't misunderstand." Xie Zheng explained earnestly, his face no longer flushed, the veins on his hands gripping the teacup bulging. "I have no one else in my heart, and I will never have one in the future. I simply..."
He looked down at the tea, struggling to find the right words.
Song Chunxue's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt very sad.
No, that bastard, how could he treat her Lord Xie like that?
Xie Zheng was not the kind of person who was naturally flamboyant. He was introverted by nature, and his academic journey from childhood to adulthood was probably not easy.
He rarely talks about his school days or the funny stories about his interactions with his parents.
She hadn't realized this before, simply assuming that he was the aloof Lord Xie who didn't like to talk about these things.
In reality, what others saw as his unyielding and indomitable spirit was simply his defense of his last shred of dignity.
Xie Zheng is actually very easy to defeat.
He wasn't very confident in his looks or talent; he simply ignored those false titles and went his own way.
But then, a selfish and obsessive person destroyed his fragile body with just one image.
He wasn't the kind of person who was blindly confident before, let alone now that he suspects he has the most terrible problem a man can have, how could he be so open about it?
But she couldn't prove it to him, so how was she any different from a lecher?
At this time, Xie Zheng appeared to be in his forties, but in reality, he was as fragile as a child of a few years old.
People become more vulnerable as they grow older; having too good a memory can actually make it difficult to get by.
Unlike children, who cry for a moment and then forget why they cried.
“I know,” Song Chunxue gently patted his arm. “Don’t worry. If you can’t remember for now, then so be it. No rush. We’re not young kids anymore. We can deal with things slowly. It’s okay if you can’t remember. I know what kind of person you are.”
She suppressed her sadness and anger and gently comforted him, "To me, we are not only an old married couple, but also extraordinary fellow Daoists. I am not a short-tempered person, so don't be nervous."
There's something off about what she's saying; she doesn't even have the confidence to back it up.
She seems to have a bad temper.
She should be gentler and more patient with Xie Zheng.
"Are you still angry?" Xie Zheng looked at her, his hand reaching out to touch hers but then closing his fingers, his expression hesitant. His deep, gentle voice was full of sincerity. "I'm nervous because you seem very angry."
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