Teahouse.
Shen Zhiyi pulled Qingyuan to sit down.
“The storyteller today is the most talented one around here.” She poured Qingyuan a cup of tea. “He’s much better than me.”
"Especially the story of the scholar and the fox that I'm going to tell later, anyone who listens carefully will be moved."
"You must listen carefully," she instructed.
Qingyuan took the tea from her.
Why?
Shen Zhiyi choked on her words.
“Because I paid for the tea.” She pursed her lips and said, “Besides, this seat isn’t just for anyone. I had to pull some strings to get this empty table.”
"Wouldn't it be a waste not to listen carefully?"
Qingyuan looked at her soft, glaring eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with anger, like ripples on a lake, and his heart skipped a beat.
She actually did so much for him.
It also takes up a lot of time.
It takes a lot of effort...
"I see."
He said earnestly, "I will not waste your kindness."
Shen Zhiyi felt that something was off.
But I can't quite put my finger on it.
"It's starting!" She heard the noise from the stage and tugged at Qingyuan's sleeve.
The storyteller began to recount the tale in a leisurely and detailed manner.
Shen Zhiyi listened to it all, forgetting to even open her sleeves.
Qingyuan lowered his eyes and curled his fingertips.
He did not retract his sleeve.
Instead, he let her hold him, picked up his teacup with his other hand, and took a small sip.
The porcelain-white rim of the cup concealed the fleeting curve of his lips.
The storyteller on stage began, "Legend has it that in the Spirit Mountain of Qingqiu, there lives a nine-tailed fox named Huang Wu..."
Qingyuan paused, her hand holding the teacup still.
He paused for a moment, then looked up.
...
The story is halfway through.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes were filled with tears.
Turning her head, she saw that Qingyuan was also listening attentively, with his brows furrowed as if he were thinking about something, and she immediately felt that there was hope.
She suppressed her joy.
I then refocused my attention on listening to the audiobook.
By the time the story was finished, Shen Zhiyi's handkerchief was soaked with tears.
Her eyes were swollen like walnuts. She turned her head to look at Qingyuan, only to see that he was expressionless, even somewhat tired and indifferent. Her hand holding the handkerchief froze.
"You didn't cry?"
She stared at his eye sockets in disbelief, repeatedly confirming.
But there wasn't a single red blood vessel in those deep eyes!
Qingyuan frowned. "Why are you crying?"
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened: "Isn't this touching?!"
Qingyuan picked up his teacup again, took a small sip, and said, "I recognize Huangwu."
Shen Zhiyi: ?
He turned his head, put down his teacup, and gave her a half-smile. “In a year of 365 days, Huang Wu can encounter 563 scholars.”
“She can deceive them into giving her her heart.”
"Then, she would absorb their essence to maintain her youthful appearance and longevity."
"The storyteller only told one story, and you are so moved."
"If everyone told you, wouldn't you cry yourself blind?" He lowered his eyes, his expression mocking.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
"What?"
Qingyuan stroked the teacup with his fingertips and said calmly, "Humans and demons are different."
"Where can you find so much sincerity?"
Shen Zhiyi grabbed his sleeve and asked in surprise, "Then how does she manage her time?"
If I could learn this, wouldn't I make double the money in business?
Qingyuan: ...
"Is that all you care about?"
He turned his head and saw the thirst for knowledge in her eyes. He pursed his lips and pulled his sleeve back.
"Demons all have magical powers; they can transform and fly. It's not a problem for them to flirt with three or five a day."
"Moreover, she is a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox."
"You can't learn it."
His deep gaze fell on her face. He paused, then said, "Don't learn it either."
Shen Zhiyi clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Isn't she tired doing this?"
"Running around three or five times a day like this, what's the point?"
Qingyuan shook his head.
"The life of a demon is long and lonely."
"Huangwu is someone who finds pleasure in teasing men."
"And what about you?" Shen Zhiyi asked, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him. "Aren't you afraid of being lonely?"
What do you do to amuse yourself when you're bored?
Qingyuan turned his gaze and stared intently at her. "You really want to know?"
Shen Zhiyi nodded honestly.
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."
Since she wanted to be his sweetheart, she naturally wanted to know as much about him as possible.
Qingyuan's mind stirred slightly.
“I’ve been sleeping in the deep sea,” he said. “I only woke up when I sensed some kind of presence.”
"What kind of aura is that?" Shen Zhiyi asked curiously.
The performance ended.
The teahouse patrons stood up and moved about.
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Qingyuan heard a slow and clear sound emanating from her own heart.
Among countless mixed scents, the sweet and delicate fragrance of gardenia emanating from her was clearly discernible.
His heart, too, beat wildly amidst the noise.
"nothing."
He turned his head away and stopped looking at her.
Shen Zhiyi scoffed, "Fine, don't tell me then."
“But you monsters have such a keen sense of smell,” she remarked. “You can even smell things in the sea.”
Qingyuan: ...
Private rooms on the third floor.
Li Xianchuan sat opposite a Taoist priest, staring intently at the divination chart on the table.
"How about it?"
"Was it caused by a demon?!"
He clutched his groin, his face contorted with resentment.
He must find out exactly who stole his manhood!
The Taoist priest was horrified after reading the divination results.
"this……"
He looked at Li Xianchuan with difficulty, "This demon has an extraordinary background. If it reveals heavenly secrets..."
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