"Did you use incense?"
Lin Zhenzhen closed her book and turned her gaze to him.
"I had a headache, so I smoked it for a while." She appeared calm, but her heart was pounding.
In that critical moment, she suddenly remembered that Xuan Yuanzhao's dog nose was very sensitive, so she specially asked Wu Nianmu to secrete some floral fragrance to cover up the smell of the horned weasel.
I don't know if the other party has noticed anything unusual.
Xuanyuan Zhao's obsidian-like eyes flickered and then fell upon him.
"You didn't seem to use incense before?"
Lin Zhenzhen smiled and said calmly, "Don't other women all use incense?"
She quickly changed the subject: "What's wrong? Doesn't it smell good?"
Sure enough, Xuanyuan Zhao frowned and said somewhat reluctantly, "It's not suitable for you. This flavor is a bit... gaudy."
Wu Nianmu, who was hiding in the wardrobe and could only peek through the crack, suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent.
How dare they say their flowers are gaudy and vulgar?!
"Ahem." Lin Zhenzhen rubbed the tip of her nose. "It doesn't seem to suit me. Let's try something else next time."
Xuanyuan Zhao stared at the top of her head, his expression a tenderness he himself didn't even realize.
"You don't need to do what other women do. There's no need to deliberately use perfume; you're perfectly fine as you are."
Such words might come easily to other men, but for Xuanyuan Zhao, this was the first time.
He felt his face burning and awkwardly looked away.
Xuan Yuanzhao stared at her cuffs and noticed that the fingers holding the book also curled up slightly, the fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
He finally felt relieved; what she said today was indeed just stubbornness.
Xuanyuan Zhao sat down next to her and started looking through the bookshelf.
Do you read these kinds of books on a regular basis?
His tone was somewhat surprised. Perhaps in Xuan Yuanzhao's eyes, the original owner was just a little brat who loved to cry and tattle, and would never spend his time on anything serious.
Lin Zhenzhen curled her lips and said self-deprecatingly, "Just because my cultivation hasn't improved, does that mean I'm an unambitious person?"
Xuanyuan Zhao was momentarily speechless: "That's not what I meant."
No one had ever dared to speak to him like that before. This little girl's temper has really grown.
Lin Zhenzhen remained indifferent, and Xuan Yuanzhao frowned, suppressing his anger.
"I relayed what you said to the Deacon. Although they all felt that everything happened too coincidentally, they will not pursue the matter further."
Xuanyuan Zhao paused slightly, glancing at Lin Zhenzhen's face as if to confirm her reaction.
Lin Zhenzhen's slightly lowered eyelashes trembled gently, and then she hummed in agreement.
"Wouldn't this be considered favoritism?"
Have you ever witnessed the methods of the Butler's Hall?
Upon hearing these three words, the light in Xuanyuan Zhao's eyes slowly disappeared, and his face turned completely gloomy.
"If you fall into their hands, regardless of whether you are guilty or not, you will first suffer inhuman torture."
Xuanyuan Zhao's gaze gradually became unfocused, as if he were lost in a distant memory. But he quickly pulled himself out of it, skipping over the previous topic.
"As the young sect leader, I was merely stating my own thoughts. I told them that Lingzhen will not practice forbidden techniques and will never associate with evil or heretical sects."
[Ding dong! Congratulations, host! The male lead's favorability has increased to 70 points. A side quest has also been unlocked, adding to the face-slapping plot. Comment: He says east, you insist on going west—be a troublesome little devil!]
Lin Zhenzhen's eyes flickered slightly. She looked up, her eyes moist, like a fawn in the forest, innocent yet bright.
"You really trust me that much?"
Xuanyuan Zhao's mind was in turmoil, as if a cat had scratched the tip of his heart, leaving a tingling, numb feeling.
“I know you’re timid. When you first started cultivating, you didn’t even dare to approach the lowest-level demonic beasts.”
He suddenly recalled the scene in the Forest of Mystery where Lingzhen used her slender body to block countless monsters when he arrived.
His voice paused, and the emotions in his eyes became complex.
"Things have changed a lot now."
“People have to grow up.” Lin Zhenzhen’s gaze passed through him and she noticed that the spirit bag on the bed moved.
She reacted immediately and grabbed Xuan Yuanzhao's hand.
"Um, I heard you got injured in the Misty Forest, bitten by a monster."
Xuanyuan Zhao froze, staring at the spot where their skin touched.
He let Lin Zhenzhen hold the back of his hand, feeling the beating in his chest become more and more rapid.
The spirit pouch slowly moved two steps towards the head of the bed and disappeared under the pillow. Lin Zhenzhen also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
[Host, male lead's favorability +5, current favorability 75]
Um?
Lin Zhenzhen looked up and saw that Xuan Yuanzhao's brows were furrowed, as if she owed him a million or two.
She feigned surprise, exclaimed "Oh!", and then let go of his hand.
"I have offended you."
The soft, warm touch was fleeting. Xuan Yuanzhao turned his eyes away and said, "It's nothing serious."
Lin Zhenzhen knew this, of course. With such abundant spiritual power, he could heal even the most severe wounds.
"How did you know I was injured?" He had never mentioned this to anyone, not even Wei Wu.
"Chen Shu told me," Lin Zhenzhen smiled. "I heard you rescued her from the jaws of a monster."
[Host, that's exactly what I told you.]
Xuanyuan Zhao gazed at her and said slowly, "I brought that person in. Even if it had been another disciple, I would have saved them."
A few tender green leaves suddenly peeked out from the gap in the wardrobe door.
Wu Nianmu had been stuck inside for so long and was almost losing patience; this was a warning to her to end the conversation quickly.
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