Qin Luo looked at Xia Zihan's affectionate gaze and coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward.
He then reached into his robes and took out two exquisite elixir bottles.
"This is the Spirit Gathering Pill I obtained on this trip. It should be able to sustain your cultivation for a while."
Upon hearing this, Xia Zihan's expectation dimmed slightly, replaced by a barely perceptible sense of disappointment.
She stared blankly at the pill bottle in Qin Luo's hand, gently biting her lower lip, trying hard to suppress the disappointment in her heart.
She had thought that Qin Luo would say something to her about missing her, even just a few words, which would be enough to comfort the surging emotions in her heart.
However, he simply and calmly provided her with the things she needed for cultivation.
Xia Zihan slowly reached out and took the bottle. Her fingers caressed the bottle, but the delicate touch could not warm her heart, which was feeling a little cold at the moment.
She raised her head and looked at Qin Luo again, her eyes filled with deep resentment.
Looking at Xia Zihan's slightly resentful eyes, Qin Luo knew exactly what she was thinking; the air of resentment was palpable.
After hesitating for a long time, Qin Luo couldn't resist her gaze and sighed softly. He then spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Xia."
"The reason I came back a little late is that I saw a dress in Xufeng City that would suit you perfectly."
"I thought you might like it, so I took a little longer."
After saying that, he took out the Yunyi Fairy Silk Dress and handed it to Xia Zihan.
Xia Zihan looked at the Yunyi Xianling dress handed to her, her fingers gently brushing the hem of the dress.
The traces of resentment in her eyes vanished completely at that moment, replaced by a tender affection like a pool of spring water.
Seeing her increasingly ardent gaze, Qin Luo turned his head away uncomfortably, coughed lightly, and said:
"I just saw it by chance and thought it would suit you perfectly."
"And I saw that you were still wearing that white robe from back then, which reminded me that I haven't given you anything else besides cultivation items."
"That's why I took a little longer to buy this robe for you. I don't know if it suits your taste?"
Qin Luo said somewhat guiltily, firstly because he was lying, and secondly because he had no experience in giving gifts to women and didn't know if this would dispel her suspicions and resentment.
"Fellow Daoist Wang Wu, I like him very much, I really like him very much."
Xia Zihan hugged the dress tightly, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.
Seeing her sweet smile, Qin Luo felt a slight sense of relief, and then said softly:
"I'm glad you like it."
After he finished speaking, Qin Luo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
A fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and Xia Zihan's silky smooth hair gently brushed against his nose, as if tickling his heart, making him tremble slightly.
The fragrant breeze came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, making Qin Luo feel as if the scene just now was an illusion.
"Fellow Daoist Wang Wu... I... I'm going back to cultivate."
Xia Zihan blushed, her eyes filled with shyness. After speaking, she grabbed the Yunyi Xianling dress and the pills and hurriedly ran back to the shop.
Qin Luo was left standing there in a daze, raising his hand in a flustered manner to gently touch the still warm cheek.
A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: surprise, confusion, and a touch of indescribable excitement.
Looking in the direction Xia Zihan had left, Qin Luo's eyes glazed over for a moment.
After a long while, he slowly came to his senses, gently shook his head, and turned to walk into the shop.
Sitting cross-legged in the cubicle, Xia Zihan's shy expression and the way she hurriedly left with her clothes in her arms kept flashing through his mind.
......
Time flies, and two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.
Qin Luo looked helplessly at the simulation in the cubicle, his face somewhat gloomy.
a) 15 points of emotional intelligence (new to dating); b) 0 points of appearance (average appearance); c) 0 points of skills (completely clueless); d) 14 points of luck (fortune often smiles upon you)
"Why is it still like this?"
Qin Luo looked at these attributes with some confusion. After his emotional intelligence broke through to 10 points, he also successfully underwent a transformation. However, he found that although this emotional intelligence made him less dull in the simulation, he still couldn't escape the overall result of the simulation.
He also discovered that he could only use some of the most basic spiritual energy techniques in the simulation, and had never even used the martial arts skills he had learned.
Luck has changed, but it remains the same; it doesn't work when it doesn't.
"Could it be that this skill doesn't refer to...?"
Qin Luo frowned slightly, lost in thought. He began to carefully recall his various experiences in the simulation, trying to find clues about the true meaning of "skill".
He recalled that every move he made in the simulation was a basic application of spiritual energy. Although it was effective to some extent, he always felt it was somewhat limited. As for the martial arts techniques he had learned, he had never been able to successfully use them in the simulation.
"Could it be that this skill doesn't refer to technique, but rather to one's own ability?"
Qin Luo muttered to himself, and once the idea appeared, it kept swirling in his mind.
If this skill represents ability, then doesn't that mean he's been using the wrong skill all this time?
With this in mind, Qin Luo allocated his simulation points to his skills, instantly changing his simulation attributes to:
a) 15 points of emotional intelligence (new to dating); b) 0 points of appearance (average appearance); c) 1 point of skill (starting to understand); d) 14 points of luck (fortune often smiles upon you)
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