Zhao Rong was caught off guard.

He stared at the pair of clear eyes in front of him, which were clearly black and white. At this moment, they were reflecting his motionless and calm face and the violently beating flames beside him.

Her narrow and long fox eyes, which were naturally charming, were now wide open, making them look less seductive and more cute and naive.

Not to mention the beautiful face that gave birth to those eyes...

Why is there such a beautiful arc?

Zhao Rong slightly turned his eyes away, not daring to look any further, nor daring to look into her eyes again.

But her eyes were still on his face, he could feel it.

The crackling sound of the fire became louder, as if releasing more heat, burning the two people who were in a silent "stalemate" nearby.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling that a long time had passed, but the woman's question just now still echoed clearly in his ears and lingered.

Zhao Rong savored her words carefully; there seemed to be a hint of joking in her voice.

It should...it shouldn't be what I thought.

He thought silently, his mind racing.

In fact, he had vaguely sensed this trend a long time ago, especially that night at Lanxi Manor, when she said under the moonlight in front of the window that she didn't want to be his sister anymore.

But later, after the two of them agreed to be good friends, he didn't think about it any more. After all, he was afraid that he was just being sentimental.

But what was going on at this moment? Was she serious, or was she just joking, or was she just talking nonsense?

Furnace tripod?

Is what she meant what I thought she meant?

By the way, she is a stupid girl and she probably doesn't understand what testing means. She looked quite silly before.

Zhao Rong secretly groaned inwardly, not knowing how to answer, for fear that he had misunderstood, which would be too embarrassing and shameful.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of him at this moment.

She looked carefully at the face that she had found extremely disgusting when she first met it, especially the "obscene" eyes that had secretly looked at her through the gaps in the bookshelf. She now looked at it very carefully.

She was waiting quietly, and at a certain moment, she saw the pair of eyes flicker and its owner's lips slightly opened, about to speak.

She suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

The little fox demon suddenly spoke up, "Humph, Zhao Rong, I was just testing you to see if you were loyal enough, but you thought about it for so long, I really disappoint you."

After she finished speaking, she saw Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief and looked at her. She quickly looked away and stared at the fire beside her that was making her feel suffocated.

Her chest heaved.

Then, the little fox demon who was the flower of the Su clan in Qiantang Mountain raised her little head and said proudly:

"Of course this small furnace tripod should be pleasing to Xiaoxiao's eyes. Well, it should be one-tenth as good-looking as Xiaoxiao's. Humph, Zhao Rong, you are far from that. You are not even good enough for a hundred. No, a thousand."

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong.

The young scholar, who never wanted to be outdone in appearance, nodded quickly, "What Fox Fairy Su said is absolutely right."

Su Xiaoxiao, a senior member of the Appearance Association, snorted twice, her pointed chin like a white and tender bamboo shoot slightly raised, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a beautiful smile, revealing the contempt of the king.

Zhao Rong coughed and saw that Liu Sanbian had left the fire and walked far ahead. He looked up and asked, "Brother Sanbian, where are you going?"

"Collect firewood."

"Let's go, let's go too."

Zhao Rong stood up and caught up with him, and the two of them walked towards the dark forest in the distance.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at their backs with a smile on her face.

When they were out of sight, Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her face with her hands, tilted her head slightly, stared at the fire, and muttered softly in silence.

"Xiaoxiao is so pretty..."

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian returned with enough firewood to last the whole night.

Zhao Rong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and found that she was holding the tip of one of her slender fingers on her left hand in her mouth, sucking on it, and her right hand was also holding an embroidery needle.

"Stop embroidering. The light is so dim."

"oh."

Su Xiaoxiao responded softly, put the embroidery aside, hugged her knees, her pink lips still sucking on her pierced fingertips, she watched the dancing flames quietly.

The three of them sat by the fire, speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "How about we chat for a while?"

The other two turned their eyes over.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, "You can say whatever you want, well, I'll go first."

"I was born in Qianjing, the capital of the Great Chu Dynasty, and grew up in the Duke of Jingnan's mansion. But my mother told me that my hometown is in Nanxiaoyaozhou. I don't know if I will have the chance to go back and take a look..."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and slowly recalled the memories of this life.

After the memories of the two lives merged, they became as one, as if he had experienced them all personally. Well, he had indeed experienced them all personally, they were just "separate".

Zhao Rong picked out some memories that he suddenly wanted to talk about and told them about them.

"…I cried loudly at that time, covering my hands that were red from being beaten by Mr. Fang with a pointer, squatting on the ground, unwilling to get up. But Mr. Fang was unmoved and still asked me to copy the Thousand Poems a hundred times. If I made a mistake in one word, I had to do it ten more times. At that time, I also complained about Mr. Fang's strictness, but only later when I grew up did I realize, hmm."

The young scholar paused, smiled, and looked back to the south, which was the direction he came from.

As the night deepens, the moonlight flows quietly.

Su Xiaoxiao supported her head with her hands and listened carefully to his story. Sometimes she felt sad for him and sometimes she laughed with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Rong stopped and was silent for a while. He smiled at Su Xiaoxiao and said:

"What about you? I remember the first time I asked you your name, you said your name was Su Dahuang. Is this your friend?"

The little fox demon quickly shook his head, "No, Da Huang is a local dog. He is very fierce. Every time I go down the mountain to the village, he runs out to chase me. Once, Xiao Xiao almost got his tail bitten by him."

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao still had lingering fears. She puffed her lips and said, "So I can only think of a way to sneak into Xiahe Village quietly while it's not paying attention."

"But later, I transformed and often brought it food, so it stopped biting me..."

The little fox demon smiled with his eyes narrowed, his tone a little proud.

So you think the name "Su Dahuang" is intimidating?

Zhao Rong suppressed his smile and nodded, "Yeah, and later it helped you steal the chicken, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned fierce, "Xiaoxiao doesn't steal chickens! Xiaoxiao went to the private school to listen to the old teacher's lectures and learn to read."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

"The feeling in Xiahe Village is much better than at home. It's boring to be alone at home without any friends to play with. But when I got here, everyone was nice and spoke nicely. I really like being here..."

Su Xiaoxiao's memories were brought back, and she happily recounted the interesting things that happened in Xiahe Village when she was a child and had not yet transformed.

Later, she even told Zhao Rong and the others the story of her first "accidental encounter" with the handsome scholar in Poguan.

Of course, Su Xiaoxiao slightly modified the ending.

She sighed and said that after seeing her beauty, the scholar felt ashamed and unworthy of her, so he left in shame, even forgetting to take his book box.

Afterwards, Su Xiaoxiao exaggerated the appearance of the scholar and exclaimed to Zhao Rong that the scholar was only one-tenth as good-looking as her, a thousand times as handsome as Zhao Rong, and could just be her cauldron.

After saying that, the little fox demon secretly glanced at the young scholar, only to see that he had a smile on his face and was listening quietly without any expression.

She puffed her lips slightly and changed the story.

The bright moon in the sky hid in the clouds, and the night became darker.

Su Xiaoxiao felt a little thirsty while talking, so she stopped.

Zhao Rong tactfully handed over the water bag.

After drinking, the little fox demon smacked his lips and nodded with satisfaction.

But he said nothing more and just winked at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and turned to look at Liu Sanbian.

Seeing this, the latter lowered his head slightly, reached out to pick up a handful of firewood from the side, threw it into the fire, and stared at the flames for a while. The orange-yellow flames reflected his somewhat ferocious face.

The sinister man kept his gaze fixed and spoke slowly.