"No, that's not true. How could I possibly dislike Sister Yuling?" Chi Musheng waved his hand and said.
Where did you see that he dislikes you? He's clearly afraid of you. You can be casual with him, but he can't be casual with you. Poor money-making sycophants have no human rights.
"As expected, the younger brother still prefers his older sister."
Cui Yuling took Chi Musheng's hand and walked into the clinic, then locked the door.
Such a beautiful moment shouldn't be disturbed. Even if she's about to die, we have to wait until she's finished experiencing it.
Ah! You say if you can't wait, then just die.
Chi Musheng swallowed hard, feeling that Cui Yuling's behavior was somewhat abnormal. What bizarre script had she come up with this time?
The scripts are getting more and more outrageous, and he's really afraid he won't make it to the end of the contract.
"Sister Yuling, what's the script for today?"
He needs to read the script first to prepare himself mentally. Usually, he just closes the door, but today he locks it, so there must be something big going on.
Cui Yuling poured out bluish-yellow tea from the jade teapot, and the clear aroma of the tea slowly wafted out. At this moment, the jade teacup truly embodied the saying, "Fine wine in a luminous cup."
She held the jade cup in her slender fingers and walked up to Chi Musheng.
"Little brother, why are you in such a hurry? Come and try the hangover tea your sister made, it'll help you sober up."
Chi Musheng paused for a moment, then took the jade cup and said with a smile.
"Thank you, Sister Yuling. This is the first time someone has ever made me hangover tea."
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking how rich this wealthy woman was. Based on his knowledge, he estimated that this tea set would cost ten thousand taels of silver, and she spent so much money on a tea-drinking tool.
For a moment, he was genuinely moved and wanted to hug Cui Yuling's leg and cry, "Rich sister, I'm so hungry, I'm a freeloader, sob sob."
From the moment she opened the door, she could smell alcohol on Chi Musheng. He must have been drinking before coming. How could she not be tempted by a sister who was so considerate in making hangover tea? You brat.
Cui Yuling reached out and gently rubbed Chi Musheng's head, speaking softly.
"Little brother, if you can't hold your liquor, drink less. Drinking too much will give you a headache."
Go crazy for your sister! Moved to tears, rush into her arms, just like in the book.
Feeling the hand on his head, Chi Musheng was suddenly lost in memories, but quickly came back to his senses. It was the first time someone had touched his head since he came to this world, and he felt a little dazed.
But could you please show some respect? You're not his elder. Is it appropriate to touch a boy's head like that?
You shouldn't touch a man's head if you don't know a woman's waist.
Cui Yuling withdrew her hand and slowly sat down next to Chi Musheng, leaning her cheek against her hand as she quietly looked at Chi Musheng.
Little brat, your face is as handsome as ever, but why can't you be in her arms?
After a while, Chi Musheng, who was drinking tea, became restless and could no longer bear the sight of a pair of eyes watching him.
"Sister Yuling, you don't intend to just keep staring at me like that, do you?"
Cui Yuling smiled slightly and teased.
"Little brother, weren't you looking at your sister? If not, how do you know she's looking at you? And since you were looking at her, why can't she look back at you?"
You're being dishonest. You're clearly peeping at others, but you accuse them of peeping at you when they're openly and honestly looking at you.
These words left Chi Musheng speechless. "Do you want to see what you're saying, woman?"
Their eyes were practically glued to his face; you could feel the overwhelming aura emanating from him even without looking.
Seeing that Chi Musheng remained silent, Cui Yuling stopped teasing him and immediately took out today's script and placed it on the table.
"Alright, I'm just kidding. Here's today's script."
Chi Musheng put down his teacup and picked up the script. He hesitated for a second, puzzled. Cui Yuling always wrote her name on the cover, but not today.
Puzzled, he opened the script and found it was completely blank, with no words at all from beginning to end.
He immediately asked Cui Yuling, who was standing to the side.
"Sister Yuling, did you pick up the wrong script?"
To everyone's surprise, Cui Yuling maintained her smile and waved her finger.
"Little brother, even the best script has an end, and so does mine. Isn't real life more interesting than a script?"
She only had one script left, but she didn't want to use it now; she wanted to save it for her birthday.
"What Sister Yuling means is..."
"What they mean is, do you remember the day we first met?"
Cui Yuling's words reminded Chi Musheng of something from long ago.
It was a dark night with a light drizzle. He was injured and happened to collapse in front of the clinic. Cui Yuling rescued him and he stayed in the clinic for two days before his injuries healed.
At that time, Cui Yuling asked him how he got injured, that his ribs were broken by a punch to the chest. He just smiled and didn't say anything. The less you talk, the less trouble you cause.
Most importantly, he seemed to have no right to say no to this client.
In the end, Cui Yuling didn't ask him any questions, nor did she charge him for the medical expenses. She simply had him play a few tunes to offset the medical costs.
That was also his first impression of encountering a good demon.
It sounds like a melodramatic plot, but sometimes reality is just that melodramatic.
When the two met again, Cui Yuling proposed the current treatment method, which he readily accepted without hesitation. After all, how could he say no to something that could make money?
But what does their first meeting have to do with now? Are they going to have to relive that encounter?
Seeing that Chi Musheng was still pondering, Cui Yuling tapped Chi Musheng's head with one finger.
"Silly little brother, I just want you to watch the moon with me. I remember reading about how, under the moon in books, boys play the zither and girls dance—it's so beautiful and evocative. I want to try it too."
Forehead
Chi Musheng really wanted to ask, "Can you dance?"
He had known Cui Yuling for several months, but he had never seen any trace of her having studied dance.
But since the other party was a customer, a wealthy woman, or God, he chose to keep quiet.
At this moment, Cui Yuling smiled slyly and pinched Chi Musheng's cheek.
"Of course, I can't dance, so I can only watch you dance, little brother."
She doesn't like dancing; she just hasn't seen her little brother dance yet. As a demon, one must learn to enjoy life. Under the moon, a handsome man dances, a cup of moonlight tea, and a song—she wouldn't trade it for even the title of Demon Emperor.
Chi Musheng only has..............................
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