A coaxing kiss
"What do you mean?" Leng Can felt her look of disgust.
"You know best what I mean!" Ji Shufeng's expression was serious, not hiding her intentions. "What you did to Ah Mo has completely surpassed the relationship between a senior apprentice and a junior apprentice. Your various intimate behaviors even surpassed the friendship between a man and a woman. Why did you go to the Immortal Mountain under the guise of the Ruthless Dao to do such obscene things?"
"Ji Shufeng, these words are not friendly!" Cong Mo frowned fiercely, "We..."
"Xiao Mo." Leng Can grabbed her arm and looked directly at Ji Shufeng, "Let me talk to her."
"You like Amo."
The wind blew across his cheeks, causing his hair to fly. Leng Can paused for a long time before slowly shaking his head, "I don't know."
"If you weren't sure, you shouldn't have acted like that with Amo. That's extremely irresponsible." Ji Shufeng sighed. "Leng Can, we're friends after all. There are some things we shouldn't beat around the bush. You know your own strength better than we do. You were able to place third in the Jianshan Competition thanks to Amo."
"I know. I don't need you to remind me."
"Then you shouldn't be dating Amo...it's so inappropriate."
"I..." Leng Can lowered his head, "...I didn't mean it."
…
When Cong Mo saw the two had finished their conversation, he immediately went over to them and said, "What were you talking about? Things haven't been clarified yet, so don't feel sorry for yourself."
Ji Shufeng glanced back and forth between the two, her initial anger subsiding considerably. Cong Mo's ignorance and Leng Can's annoyance prevented her from connecting the disgusting rumors to them. "After the Jianshan Competition ended, rumors inexplicably began circulating on Jianshan. They said... well, they said the ruthless way was becoming less and less popular. They said people who openly engaged in romantic relationships could practice the ruthless way, and even... even win places. The rumors grew stronger and stronger. They also said someone knew Ah Mo and said you had a bad reputation in the human world. They also said Leng Can was probably related to Master Qing Yi. They also said Ah Mo was the reincarnation of a demon king, and other filthy words."
She was helpless. "At first, no one believed it, but as more and more evidence emerged, including written letters and video recordings, the rumor spread more and more, becoming increasingly widespread. It was hard not to believe it."
"So you believe it?" Cong Mo stared at her without any fear.
Ji Shufeng shook her head vigorously, "Of course I don't believe it."
"That's good. Those who are innocent will be innocent." Cong Mo said calmly. He took Leng Can's hand and pulled him behind him. "There's no need to get angry and hurt yourself."
Leng Can stared at the back of Cong Mo's head and slowly pulled his hand away. "This matter has been rumored too widely. I'm afraid it will affect the Immortal Mountain and even the outcome of the Sword Mountain Competition. Everything will be reconsidered. Xiao Mo... I..."
"So what? A final conclusion cannot be changed." Cong Mo held him again, this time with more force, and Leng Can couldn't break free. "Ji Shufeng, I just want to know who started the rumor. Are you slim?"
"I suspect it was... Senior Brother Wang Xiao." Ji Shufeng said with a worried look, "In fact, it's my fault. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have had a grudge on each other the first time we met, and he wouldn't have hated you to this day."
"It's him." Cong Mo said nothing. "Thank you for coming to tell me. I won't let you rest in Wuqing Mountain. We'll discuss this matter later."
"Okay." Ji Shufeng said goodbye, "Then I'll leave first."
Leng Can stood there in a daze, staring at Ji Shufeng's departing back, unable to recover for a long time.
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"Because I'm sad about what happened during the day," Cong Mo pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of hot porridge. "I didn't eat much for dinner, you'll be hungry."
"I'm not hungry." Leng Can was in a bad mood. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and leaned against the couch beam, his voice weak.
"I'll be hungry." Cong Mo put the porridge on the table and yawned. "It's better to be full than hungry."
"Then I'll eat, you go."
"Okay." Cong Mo rubbed his eyes and made a gesture to leave.
"Are you really leaving?" Leng Can jumped up from the couch. "Then I won't eat!"
"Cong Mo's head was full of question marks,"You were the one who asked me to leave."
"Then I won't eat. Go away."
Cong Mo could understand these words separately, but when put together, she couldn't figure out what Leng Can meant no matter how hard she thought. "Xiao Can, I don't understand what you mean."
"You..." Leng Can gnashed his teeth in hatred, but he couldn't lash out at Cong Mo's face, which was full of curiosity. He obediently put on his shoes and came down. "Forget it, I'll eat."
Cong Mo watched him put on his coat and asked, "So... can I leave or not?"
"Do you want to leave?"
Cong Mo nodded sincerely, "Yeah, I'm sleepy."
"So... do you want to watch me eat?"
"No." Cong Mo didn't understand the joy of watching people eat. "I just want to sleep now."
Leng Can thought about it for a while, then changed the question, "So how do you think I feel now?"
"It's okay. Food is a basic human need. If you have the need for food, it means you are in a good mood." Cong Mo's analysis was well-reasoned.
Leng Can resisted the urge to overturn the bowl of porridge in front of him, "What if I can't finish it?"
Cong Mo changed the subject, "That means you're in a bad mood, or feeling unwell. Normally, you can drink three bowls of this kind of meat porridge."
Leng Can: "..."
Cong Mo spoke so seriously that he couldn't tell whether she was praising him or scolding him.
"I'm such a failure." He sat down at the table, "Xiao Mo, please accompany me to finish this last meal!"
"Last meal." Cong Mo sat down next to him. "Do you want to go on a diet?"
"No." Leng Can took a big gulp, and his empty stomach felt relieved. He only now realized how hungry he was. "I'm about to leave the fairy mountain."
"Why?" Cong Mo was puzzled.
Leng Can put down the bowl and wiped the rice from the corner of his mouth. "The rumors are too widespread. They are not good for Wuqing Mountain, Xianshan, or you. My departure is the only solution."
"Who said that?" Cong Mo felt confused. Things hadn't even started to take shape yet, but Leng Can had already made his own judgment. "Xiao Can, based on my understanding of your character, you wouldn't sacrifice yourself to have it both ways."
Leng Can was indeed not that great or glorious, but he was still quite dissatisfied when Cong Mo pointed it out directly, and he refused to admit it. "I have a strong spirit of sacrifice and dedication."
"You didn't." Cong Mo tried to convince him, giving an example to explain the reason, "When you were a child, you..."
"Hey..." Leng Can immediately stopped him, "Let the past be in the past, don't mention it again."
"Okay, are you done? I want to go back to bed."
Leng Can was silent for a while, then asked, "How should this be solved?"
"Why do we need to solve this?" Cong Mo blinked. "Wuqing Mountain is isolated from the other immortal mountains and is located on the border. Moreover, Wuqing Mountain is sparsely populated, so the possibility of rumors spreading is very small. If Ji Shufeng hadn't come today, we wouldn't have known about it. Master is a great admirer of the Wuqing Dao and is older than us. He doesn't care about this matter."
"What if what Ji Shufeng said escalates into a series of consequences?"
"These things will only affect the reputation of the Immortal Mountain. The Immortal Mountain will not allow such rumors to spread to the human world." Cong Mo's eyes were calm and unwavering. "We can just continue as usual. Nothing has changed. Rumors come and go quickly. No one will pay too much attention to us."
"But I..." In the final analysis, Leng Can was a selfish guy and didn't care about these things that much. What he really wanted to say was,
What should he do?
He wanted to seduce Cong Mo and destroy her, but he was always bound by his moral values and could not move. He was controlled by the hidden factors in his heart and was often soft-hearted.
He wanted Cong Mo to coax him.
"I'm done." Leng Can's mood was still low. "I'll bring the bowl over. You can go to sleep."
Cong Mo was too sleepy to open her eyes, so she turned to leave, but stopped the moment she touched the door. She seemed to realize something, and turned back abruptly, grabbing Leng Can's collar and buckling it against the door. "Xiao Can, are you sad about this?"
Leng Can was startled and almost dropped his bowl to the ground. He was speechless by her knowingly asking question, "You just realized it?"
"Yes." Cong Mo said frankly, "Are you still unhappy now?"
Leng Can raised his eyebrows, "A little bit, what? Are you trying to coax me?"
Cong Mo thought for a moment, "To coax you."
After saying that, she tiptoed and kissed Leng Can's lips lightly in front of his stunned and frightened eyes.
As soft as a crow's feather.
The moment they touched, they separated. Leng Can only felt soft and a fire rushed to his head. He covered his mouth in fear, and his ears and neck quickly turned red. "You... kiss me"
"I'm just trying to coax you." Cong Mo took the bowl and chopsticks from him, "You take a rest, I'll take it back."
Leng Can was in a daze, letting her do whatever she wanted, staring stupidly at the front, not moving at all, until the door opened and the cold wind rushed in, making him shiver.
When he turned around again, Cong Mo had already left. Leng Can swallowed his saliva and felt shy belatedly. His heart was pounding, as if it wanted to get out of his body and follow Cong Mo.
When did he teach Cong Mo this?
Cong Mo...who did you learn this from?
Leng Can squatted down along the door, his legs so weak that he couldn't even walk, and he buried his head in his arms.
He wanted it... again.
But this is not his fault, Leng Can defended himself,
It was Cong Mo who started it, but...
He stroked his lips, and the warmth of Cong Mo's lips seemed to still linger there, moist and soft, tasting like osmanthus cake, but even sweeter than osmanthus cake.
"Bad...guy..." Leng Can couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, feeling both happy and surprised.
Cong Mo doesn’t know the true meaning of a kiss, so if he gets angry again next time, can he still ask for another coaxing kiss?
Leng Can felt that he was a little neurotic. How could he become so bashful and artificial just because of a kiss, like an unmarried young lady waiting for her lover? He was a real man.
He stood up suddenly, but before he could do anything, the scene just now appeared in his mind again.
Soft lips, kisses, like...
"Bah!" He sneered, "Why would I like that piece of wood Cong Mo!"
Cong Mo on the side was unaware of his messy thoughts. He took off his clothes quickly and got into the quilt.
This matter was indeed not a problem in her mind, it was just a rumor. After all, no one dared to attack her, and if anyone dared to come, she could beat them back.
but…
Cong Mo turned over. This incident made Leng Can unhappy, so she couldn't just sit back and watch. Some people need to correct their mistakes, and she was willing to personally let him experience the meaning of this idiom.
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