"Master."
Huai Jin stood at the door of the inn and knocked on the wooden door with his right fingers.
There was no sound in the room but the door opened automatically. Huai Jin lowered his eyes, raised his foot, and went in with the osmanthus cake.
"Master, the osmanthus cake is still warm."
He walked around the screen and into the house, took out the osmanthus cake that was carefully placed in his arms, and handed it to the person who was sitting at the desk drawing.
Sheng Wu was wearing a light purple gradient fairy robe, with her hair casually scattered behind her, as if she had just rested. At this moment, she stood slenderly in front of the desk with a paintbrush in her hand, sketching something.
"Let it go." She said coldly.
Hearing this, Huai Jin frowned slightly, worried that the osmanthus cake would get cold, but knowing Sheng Wu's temper, he placed it next to the desk and stood there silently.
"Who did you meet just now?"
Suddenly, Sheng Wu, who was painting seriously with her head down, asked.
Huai Jin's eyebrows twitched. He knew he couldn't hide it from Sheng Wu, so he told the truth.
"I just met an old man. He said something strange and wanted to ask my name for divination."
"Then you gave it to me?"
“…The disciple only said his current name and then left.”
Hearing this, Sheng Wu slowly raised her chin, turned her head and looked at him sideways, her red lips slightly parted, her voice cold and noble.
"What did he say?"
Huai Jin lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Sheng Wu's painting hands, and then he lowered his eyes and replied.
"He said that the name 'Huai Jin' that I chose has a profound meaning and is an excellent character."
Sheng Wu paused slightly, but Huai Jin, who was staring closely at him, noticed it.
The tip of the pen just stopped moving, ruining the half-figure painting without a face, and leaving a little cinnabar on the lapel.
"That's the two words he said."
Sheng Wu was silent for a few seconds, picked up the pen and wrote the same two sentences on the drawing paper, then circled the word "Huai Jin" and raised her voice slightly.
Huai Jin raised his eyes and glanced at him, then nodded obediently.
"It's these two words." His black pupils moved slightly, his eyes fixed. She asked this, could it be that he didn't know these two words...
Sheng Wu pursed her red lips, put down her pen, and said something with an inexplicable look.
"It is indeed an excellent word." He did not say whether his name was actually these two words.
After saying that, she waved her hand, and the painting on the table suddenly caught fire.
Seeing this, Huai Jin's pupils sank, "Master..."
He moved his fingertips, trying to put out the fire, but the painting burned very quickly. Almost in an instant, he watched helplessly as the painting with the words "Holding brocade in my arms, holding jade in my hands, I have no idea what it means" burned up.
Sheng Wu's beautiful, cold eyes dropped, and she said in a cold tone, "Don't worry about it. It's already ruined, and there's no value in it anymore."
After saying that, she slowly turned around.
As Huai Jin, who was sensitive and timid by nature, listened to her words, his handsome face was a little gloomy for a moment. Was the painting ruined, or was it just writing these two sentences? So it didn't matter...
"Bring it here."
Sheng Wu did not ask any more questions about the old man. She sat down on a soft couch and glanced at him with a faint look.
Hearing this, Huai Jin knew what it was and immediately went over with the osmanthus cake. Since she was sitting, he half-knelt on the carpet, carefully opened the oil paper wrapped around the osmanthus cake, and then held it in front of Sheng Wu.
But Sheng Wu frowned, her eyes showing some impatience and arrogance. She glanced at him with her narrow and long fox eyes, which were cold but with a hint of bewitching beauty.
"The teacher is tired."
Huai Jin was stunned, not yet understanding what this sentence meant. The next second, he saw Sheng Wu leaning against the soft couch with her red lips slightly opened.
Seeing this, Huai Jin's pupils moved and he hesitated.
"Master, you want a disciple..."
Before he could finish his words, Sheng Wu sneered impatiently, "Why, are you afraid that your master will eat you?"
"That's not what I meant."
Huai Jin explained quickly, paused, then pursed his lips and took out a clean handkerchief. He pinched a piece of osmanthus cake with his fingers and handed it to Sheng Wu.
"Master." He looked at her humbly and respectfully.
Sheng Wu didn't say anything, but just opened her red lips, took a bite of the osmanthus cake in his hand, and then chewed it carefully.
“…”
When Sheng Wu's lips were almost only one centimeter away from his fingertips, Huai Jin's breathing stagnated. His whole body stiffened uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Sheng Wu's movements, but he didn't dare look her in the eye.
My heartbeat in my chest has become a little disobedient.
[Ding! Villain Favorability: 59!]
But after Sheng Wu took the first bite, she leaned forward slightly, ready to take the second bite.
But when she took the first bite, she was only one centimeter away from Huai Jin's fingertips. Now, if she ate the osmanthus cake again, it would almost touch her fingertips.
"Master..." Her delicate and charming red lips were about to touch his.
The boy's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he felt as if his fingertips were on fire.
My heart beat unconsciously, as if it was being strangled.
But unfortunately.
"This osmanthus cake isn't as delicious as Luo Shi's."
Just when they were about to touch, Sheng Wu stopped again, then pulled away and sat up straight.
“…”
So the scene in which Huai Jin was extremely nervous and his heart was beating like thunder suddenly stopped and did not happen. His pupils trembled and he forgot to put down his hand at the first moment.
I couldn't tell whether I felt relieved or... a little disappointed.
But even so.
[Ding! Villain Favorability: 60!]
Sheng Wu heard the prompt tone as expected.
She narrowed her beautiful, narrow eyes slightly, her color darkened, and a scornful smile flashed through her cold eyes.
Sheng Wu waved her hand, her tone cold and lazy, "Alright, these cakes are for you. I need to rest for a while, you can go out now."
Hearing this, Huai Jin's Adam's apple moved. He lowered his eyes and didn't look at her directly. Then he put Sheng Wu's half-eaten pastry back on the oil paper and nodded without any fluctuation on his face.
"Yes..." After hesitating for a second, he didn't have the courage to ask Sheng Wu whether this was the meaning of his name.
"The disciple will take his leave."
After saying that, Huai Jin slowly got up from the ground, then walked out and closed the door.
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