After Qin Yune clearly saw who was standing inside the room, her eyes lit up instantly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "King Yama!"
She didn't even notice the little white dog on the ground, and eagerly stood up, asking anxiously, "When did you get back?"
Yan Wenjing's gaze swept over her, then fell on her collar, which she hadn't fully buttoned up in her haste. He then looked at her face and said calmly, "Just now."
Qin Yunie's heart trembled slightly. He had just returned... Did that mean he came looking for him as soon as he got back?
She pursed her lips, somewhat confused. The King of Hell often said or did things that made her misunderstand, yet he acted as if it were all perfectly natural for him to do them, without a trace of romance.
His behavior was completely within reason, and his gaze towards her was very open. It was precisely because of this that Qin Yune felt so helpless.
Compared to others, the King of Hell's thoughts are much harder to understand.
For normal people, it's hard to hide their feelings for someone, whether through their eyes or their actions.
But the King of Hell was completely different. Even when he gave Qin Yune those things, Qin Yune couldn't sense any ambiguity, nor did he make any ambiguous moves.
This feeling is more like taking care of a younger person?
Yes, they are the younger generation!
They pampered, indulged, and protected her, yet there was no trace of romance between them.
But she and the King of Hell are a human and a god, respectively. What great good deeds must she have done to be treated like a junior by the King of Hell?
Qin Yunie thought her idea was naive and ridiculous.
However, Meng Po had heard from other ghost messengers that Yama, the King of Hell, never paid any attention to anyone else, which made her even more puzzled.
She was certain that she was somewhat special to the King of Hell; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to find a suitable cultivation technique for her, nor would he have specifically sought out the Golden Feather Robe, and he certainly wouldn't have torn through space to rush to her rescue when she was in trouble.
Qin Yune looked at the King of Hell, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Although she always felt that the King of Hell treated her very well, this kindness did not seem like the kind of affection between a man and a woman.
She was afraid, afraid that if things continued like this, she would be unable to resist falling for it.
However, in reality, the King of Hell may not have had any romantic feelings for her at all; it was all just wishful thinking on her part.
Qin Yunie suddenly calmed down. She took a deep breath, pretended that nothing had happened, went into the house, and came out carrying the cloak that Meng Po had just given her.
As she spoke, she opened the box in her hand, handed it over, and said, "You've come at the right time. This is a cloak that I ordered from the Ghost Market. Take a look and see if you like it."
"A cape?" Yan Wenjing was unaware of her inner struggle and turmoil. He was only slightly stunned when he heard her words, and his gaze fell on the black cape. He seemed not to have expected that Qin Yunie would actually customize a cape for him.
"Well, I've noticed you've been wearing a cloak several times, so I guess you must need one somewhere. You've helped me so much, I don't know how to repay you, so I had a cloak custom-made. Sister Meng said your clothes are all made by special people, so it's okay if you don't like it." Qin Yune said, her fingers involuntarily pulling back, and she didn't dare to look at Yan Wenjing.
Yan Wenjing noticed her lack of confidence, reached out and took the cloak, draped it over her shoulders, glanced at it, and said calmly, "Not bad."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie looked up in surprise and watched as the King of Hell put on the cloak she had made for him. He casually tossed his long hair out and let it fall behind him. With the King of Hell's movements, the gold threads were faintly visible, making him look majestic and mysterious, even more stunning and beautiful than she had expected.
Qin Yunie smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it."
Yan Wenjing took off his cloak, put it away, and said calmly, "Thank you."
This was the first time he had received a cloak as a gift from someone, and he felt it was quite nice.
Seeing this, Qin Yunie's mood immediately improved. Suddenly remembering something, she looked at the King of Hell and asked softly, "King of Hell, is there something you need from me so late?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjing waved his hand lightly, and a basket filled with all kinds of fruit appeared in his hand.
If you ignore the subtle spiritual energy emanating from them, these fruits would just look like ordinary fruits.
Yan Wenjing handed the fruit basket in his hand towards Qin Yunie and said in a light voice, "I brought you some spiritual fruits. This contains peaches of immortality and some other spiritual fruits. You should be able to feel some changes in your body now. These spiritual fruits are very beneficial to your health."
Qin Yunie was stunned. She didn't expect that the King of Hell would come to her place as soon as he returned, just to bring her spirit fruit.
Although she didn't know what the effects of eating these fruits were, she could easily deduce their rarity and popularity simply from the words "spiritual fruit" and the fact that the King of Hell said they were beneficial to her health.
Knowing that the King of Hell had come specifically to deliver the spiritual fruit to her, Qin Yunie felt joy, gratitude, and an indescribable mix of emotions coursing through her body.
The King of Hell always stirred her emotions with his nonchalant attitude, yet he seemed to have no romantic feelings for her.
Her heart, which had just calmed down, was stirred up again.
Qin Yunie's throat suddenly became dry, as if blocked by an invisible force, making it extremely difficult for her to speak. A pang of sadness welled up in her nose, and a thin layer of mist gradually rose in her eyes.
Qin Yunie clenched her fists tightly, and the stinging sensation in her palms calmed her down a little.
After a long while, she finally opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice trembling and hoarse, "You went to the Heavenly Court just to bring back these spiritual fruits?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Yama's eyes. He explained, "Not entirely. I had some business to attend to in Heaven and brought some back for you."
She forced a smile and whispered, "Thank you, King Yama."
Then, Qin Yune reached out and took the fruit basket. Just as he was about to put it on the table, he heard the King of Hell say, "Won't you try some?"
The King of Hell slightly raised his chin towards the fruit basket. "These peaches taste quite good; you should like them."
These words, spoken so casually by the King of Hell, suddenly stirred a sense of resentment in Qin Yunie's heart.
Why flirt if you're not going to marry me!
Since you didn't mean it that way, don't keep saying things that will make her misunderstand, or doing things that will make her misunderstand.
Suddenly, fueled by this inner strength, Qin Yune abruptly raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and asked, "King Yama, do you like me?"
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