As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight appeared in the east.
Honey-colored beams of light cascaded down through the dense green foliage, creating warm, golden specks of light.
Some playful specks of light landed on the boy's long, ink-black hair and his handsome, refined features.
The girl rested her head on the lap of the boy in red.
Breathing evenly, sleeping in a comfortable and pleasant position.
The occasional snoring sounds bring a sense of peace.
Fen Jue slightly moved his shoulders, but his lower body remained completely still, maintaining this position all night.
He gave a soft scoff.
I don't know if he was mocking how sore and tired his legs would be later, or mocking his own deep affection in a place she couldn't see.
The mythical beasts in the mountains gradually awakened.
Several milky-white lambs hopped into the yard, making noises as they ate the medicinal herbs.
Gingerbread muttered something and changed its position.
Fen Jue narrowed his phoenix eyes, turned his head, and gave the flock of lambs a warning glance.
The lambs sensed the danger behind them and hurriedly ran out of the yard in fear.
The courtyard returned to quiet.
Fenjue silently tugged at her lips.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The dew on the branches and leaves of the spiritual herbs in the courtyard was dried by the sun, and the spiritual beasts, having finished their breakfast, strolled back and lay down in the corner.
At this moment.
Gingerbread slowly woke up.
Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and her almond-shaped eyes opened in a daze. Remembering what had happened last night, she muttered under her breath, "This liquor isn't low in alcohol either... My head hurts..."
He frowned and rubbed his forehead as he spoke.
As I rubbed it, I realized something was wrong.
The area under the head is soft.
Gingerbread tilted its head and looked up, only to be caught off guard by someone's ambiguous, half-smiling gaze.
"......"
She paused slightly, then exaggeratedly curled the corners of her mouth into a smile that was almost blindingly bright: "Hi, good morning! I never imagined I'd fall asleep with my head on my ancestor's esteemed legs. I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life..."
Taking advantage of his incoherent ramblings, he quickly sat up.
When she used her strength, her right hand accidentally pressed against Fen Jue's thigh, and she heard the boy gasp.
I reckon that when she pressed down, it made my already sore and numb thighs even worse.
Gingerbread blushed with embarrassment, her lips moved slightly, and she glanced guiltily at the person behind her.
Fen Jue maintained his original posture, gazing at her with a gentle smile that was more tender than a spring breeze.
"..." Gingerbread shrank back in fright and muttered softly, "It's haunted."
"I was just resting my head on your lap, you're not trying to kill me, are you? Your smile is so scary..."
Burning Away: ...Okay, he's not angry.
How can you argue with a clueless idiot?
Gingerbread felt a little embarrassed that Fenjue had made a pillow for the whole night.
So I cooked it myself—
Um--
She glanced at the sun, which was approaching noon.
Make a "brunch".
The system automatically located the kitchen in the yard, and upon seeing it, my eyes lit up – it was a stylish open-plan kitchen.
"Senior Yun Wuyi is indeed a foodie."
Gingerbread opened the kitchen cabinet, which was filled with bottles and jars, all of which were homemade rice sauces.
This thing makes things so much easier.
I picked some baby bok choy and cucumbers in the yard.
Start busy in the kitchen.
Old Huang didn't have the same good treatment as Gingerbread. He didn't have a human pillow, and his whole body ached when he woke up.
Especially the neck.
"I'm getting old. When I lie down and take a nap, my neck doesn't feel like my own anymore." He rubbed his neck with both hands, his expression a mix of pain and pleasure.
Fen Jue glanced at Gingerbread, who was happily humming a song while waving a spatula in the kitchen, then slowly looked away and lazily glanced at Old Huang: "You're hungover, you've been lying in bed all night."
It's not as simple as just taking a nap.
"Hey--"
Old Huang grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.
"..."
Why do all the people around him look so silly?
Fenjue sighed and walked away to the outside of the courtyard to tease the spirit beast.
Old Huang scratched his head, looking aggrieved. "Was my smile not bright enough?"
Gingerbread noticed the commotion while cooking, tossed the pan and said, "Don't mind him, he's always like that, he always has a sour face."
Hearing this from outside the courtyard, Fen Jue's eyes flickered slightly. He touched his cheek and wondered, "Does it stink?"
Old Huang carried a small stool to the kitchen and couldn't help but tease, "Oh, Xiaobing, what you're saying sounds like the Daoist partner of a senior."
"Clang—!"
The spatula fell inside.
Gingerbread picked it up, turned around and spat, "Don't talk nonsense, or your ancestors will beat you up."
Old Huang glanced furtively at the burning building outside the fence.
Beat me up?
Our ancestors were probably secretly pleased.
That’s right!
Burning them alive was a secret pleasure.
The corners of her mouth were turned up, and she couldn't suppress them.
Gingerbread quickly finished cooking.
Noodles with meat sauce, stir-fried baby bok choy, and refreshing cucumber.
The three of them finished their meal at the place where they had been drinking the night before.
It's getting late.
It's time to say goodbye.
Even though he could see you again in the future, Old Huang still said with reluctance, "I'm used to the lively days at Xianyu Peak. I'll miss you all. It's so lonely coming back to the mountain."
"You can take on an apprentice, and I'll pick up any promising talents I come across."
Gingerbread offered some comfort.
Only then did they send off the sentimental elderly person.
She and Fen Jue turned to look at each other simultaneously, "Their tacit understanding has increased, hehe..."
Fen Jue's eyes curved into a smile as he agreed with her statement.
"Shall we go to the Nine Heavens Sect?"
Both of them spoke at the same time.
They all laughed after saying that.
Gingerbread flipped over and mounted the Firewing Dog.
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