He pulled down the blanket covering Shen Zhiyi's head.
A radiant and beautiful face appeared in the moonlight.
Shen Zhiyi's long eyelashes were tightly closed, but her expression relaxed slightly as she breathed in the fresh air.
Her red lips parted slightly, and stray hairs clung to her cheeks.
Her face was flushed from being congested, and her lips were moist.
This is so similar...
Qingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he abruptly turned his gaze away.
He took several deep breaths before lifting the blanket and lying down beside her.
He gazed at the moonlight outside the window, loosened his belt, and his clothes instantly slipped down to the sides, revealing his chest and waist.
His ears turned slightly red as he pulled Shen Zhiyi's hand and gently placed it on his abs.
Shen Zhiyi subconsciously scratched her head.
"Mmm..." She turned over, followed the source of heat to his chest, stretched out one leg, and hooked it around him like an octopus.
Her lips pressed tightly against his collarbone.
His breath sprayed onto his neck and chest.
It stirred up a series of subtle reactions.
Qingyuan's breathing became slightly disordered.
If it weren't for the need to restore his demonic power, he wouldn't be torturing himself like this...
He stretched out his forearm to shield his eyes, turned his head away, and forced himself not to look at her face.
Demonic power flows.
The red marks on Qingyuan's body disappeared instantly.
But he remained lying there until daybreak.
*
The next day, when Shen Zhiyi woke up, she was about to ask Dui'er to make two sets of clothes for Qingyuan when the shopkeeper came to her door.
She changed her clothes and went to the front hall to receive the guests.
"Miss Chen!" the shopkeeper exclaimed excitedly, "I did as you said, hung up the portrait, and raised the price of the clothes the young master wore to five qian of silver. Who knew that they would be sold out overnight!"
"Five coins?!" Shen Zhiyi's lips twitched.
This person was even more greedy than her.
Is that tattered hemp clothing worth that much money?
The shopkeeper brought over a plate of loose silver and said with a smile, "This is your share for the young lady, and I've also brought you the clothes that the young master liked yesterday."
Shen Zhiyi glanced at it, but did not take it immediately. Instead, she sat down and took a sip of tea.
"This is a silk robe worth five hundred taels of silver. Why would the shopkeeper send us this?"
"Speak, what do you want?"
She put down her teacup.
The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Miss is joking. I am truly grateful to you and the young master, which is why I brought this dress with me."
Shen Zhiyi chuckled.
"You want Qingyuan to wear your clothes and walk around the streets, promoting your business for free and building your reputation, right?"
"His face and white hair are so eye-catching; he's a living advertisement wherever he goes."
"That's why you're willing to spend so much money."
She saw through the shopkeeper's thoughts and chuckled, "As expected, nothing in business can be hidden from you, Miss."
"If you don't want to, I won't force you."
"But..." He leaned closer, cupping his hands in greeting, "Miss, wouldn't it be a waste not to use such a wonderful person as you to make money for yourself?"
"If you can persuade the young master to become my living advertisement, I am willing to let you invest and give you dividends."
"As long as you can convince him to endorse me, that's fine."
Shen Zhiyi was somewhat angry upon hearing this.
I thought to myself.
Qingyuan is her merman.
She was already using him to make money, but now this shopkeeper was also trying to take advantage of him.
If we agree to his request, won't Qingyuan be at his mercy from now on?
Try on new clothes for him every day?
To go to the place he designated?
She felt guilty when she thought of Qingyuan's chafed skin.
She couldn't let him suffer like this anymore.
“No need,” she said. “I’ll accept the clothes, but there’s no need for the investment.”
“If you really want to thank him, send him some new clothes every season from now on.” She paused, then added, “The best and softest fabrics.”
"If he is happy, he will go for a stroll in the streets."
"That will be the best form of publicity."
"Don't even think about anything else."
Although the shopkeeper was disappointed, he didn't hold out much hope and said with a smile, "I'll do whatever you say, Miss."
"The Lantern Festival is just around the corner, and I've prepared a dress for you, young lady, made of the same material as yours."
He brought out a light blue silk dress.
Shen Zhiyi became interested, put down her teacup, and said, "Open it and take a look."
Outside the door.
Qingyuan leaned against the door and heard soft whispers coming from inside. He looked up and gazed at the branches and leaves swaying in the wind in the courtyard not far away.
His heart began to flutter along with the rustling sound.
She said she wanted the best and softest material.
She missed him.
She was even willing to wear clothes made of the same fabric as him...
Qingyuan closed his eyes.
But very slowly, a faint smile curved her lips.
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