Chapter 388 Yu Yan wanted to rub his head.
He could understand that his junior apprentice cared about his sister.
Zi Lan's attention returned to Yu Yan, her eyes sparkling, a stark contrast to her usual composure.
A hint of amusement flashed in Yu Yan's eyes.
How could she not know that she and Junior Brother Zilan had become so close?
Feng Su did not mention Xinghen to Yu Yan, whether he forgot or wanted to wait for Zi Lan to bring it up himself.
He had just seen the bloodstains around the water unicorn's mouth.
The retracted fingertips gently caressed.
What did my junior brother do?
Yu Yan had doubts when Feng Su relayed the story.
She refrained from asking why Zilan was following along, wanting to hear Zilan explain herself.
"Junior brother, is there something you want to tell me?"
Seeing that the other person was just staring at her, wanting to laugh but not daring to, wanting to go forward but hesitating about something, Yu Yan's heart softened for no reason.
Zi Lan glanced into the softness in the woman's peach blossom eyes, and clenched her fist tightly behind her back.
Since the year he had a falling out with his sister, he had never seen such emotions in her eyes again.
He wasn't dreaming; his sister's gentleness was directed at him, at Zilan!
The man in purple suppressed the trembling in his body.
"Sister...Senior Sister." Zi Lan's voice was slightly hoarse when she spoke.
Feng Su had already stood up and stood aside. He already had a guess about the identity of his Martial Uncle Zi Lan.
He silently left the attic.
Yu Yan glanced at the man's departing figure, then placed her hand on the water unicorn again. She slightly adjusted her previously lazy posture leaning against the headboard, and sat cross-legged, looking up at Zi Lan.
Yu Yan smiled and said, "Go ahead."
For some reason, seeing her junior brother's obedient and cautious appearance, Yu Yan wanted to pat his head.
Just like rubbing the little animal's head right now.
How come she never noticed how well-behaved her junior brother was before?
Zi Lan suddenly felt awkward standing, so he took a deep breath and sat back down at the table.
The table and stools were only five steps away from the bed.
Zi Lan felt lost after leaving Yu Yan's side.
However, seeing the forehead ornament that Yu Yan had not removed, Zi Lan slightly curled her lips.
He touched his brow, and Yu Yan then noticed that Zi Lan's attire was different from usual.
She said that the moment she saw him, she felt something was different about him, and now she understands.
Yu Yan also touched her forehead.
"Did you send it to me?" she asked.
Zi Lan's ears turned red: "Mmm."
Yu Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, junior brother."
Zi Lan didn't reply; he just stared blankly at Yu Yan again.
"Senior sister, are you still feeling unwell?" he asked.
Yu Yan shook her head.
But I wanted to laugh inside.
She was waiting for her junior brother to tell her something, but this is what happened after she was lost in thought.
The woman's gaze fell on his forehead. She rarely saw men wearing forehead ornaments, but the jade chain on her junior brother's forehead was not feminine at all; on the contrary, it suited his temperament very well.
I have no idea what the gift he gave me looked like.
She hasn't had time to pay attention to any of this since she woke up.
Glug—
A sudden sound rang out in the room.
Yu Yan was taken aback. She looked down at her stomach and momentarily thought she had misheard.
Glug—
Another sound
Zi Lan laughed silently. Once she reached the Immortal Realm, what did the Azure Dragon Space matter? Before reaching the Tribulation Stage, everyone still needed to eat.
Yu Yan clutched her stomach in disbelief and pulled the water unicorn to her knees.
Seeing Zi Lan's slight smile in the corner of his eye, a feeling of embarrassment suddenly arose within him.
“Junior brother, you didn’t hear anything,” she said.
"What did you hear?" Zi Lan asked, feigning confusion.
Haha, that's great.
Yu Yan waved to her.
Zi Lan lowered her head, her face full of suppressed laughter.
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