Chapter 592 Mysterious Gift
Qin Feng hummed in agreement, sat down next to her, and handed her a pair of chopsticks: "It's been a long time since I've made this, so I'm not sure if my skills have gotten rusty."
Zhou Qiao swallowed hard and picked up a small steamed bun with his chopsticks.
One bite and your mouth is bursting with juice. The beef filling, rolled into a ball, is firm and chewy, fragrant but not greasy.
Her eyes widened, and she mumbled incredulously, "So delicious!"
Qin Feng's gaze was gentle: "I'm glad you like it."
Zhou Qiao boasted about three or four of them in a row, then belatedly realized she felt a little ashamed.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison. Looking at this table full of delicious-looking breakfasts, she suddenly felt that the breakfast she made yesterday was even more indescribable.
Qin Feng, who was standing next to her, seemed to know what she was thinking and said with a smile, "You did a good job yesterday too, I really liked it."
Zhou Qiao gave an awkward but polite smile: "Thank you, thank you. I'm glad you like it, Sect Leader Qin."
Qin Feng frowned slightly: "We agreed yesterday that you wouldn't be so polite and distant with me."
"What?" Zhou Qiao paused for a moment, then remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.
She chuckled and said, "You're the leader of the Shadow Gate, so of course I have to respect you."
Although she secretly despised herself for being a sycophant, she had no choice but to endure it in order to escape the big mess.
Qin Feng said calmly, "I don't need your respect."
"Uh... so what do you want me to call you?" Zhou Qiao looked at him.
"You used a lot of different names yesterday."
The terms she used yesterday—Old Qin, Brother Feng, Little Fengfeng?
Good heavens, just thinking about those nicknames gives me goosebumps.
She must have really gone mad to say all that yesterday!
"You remember now?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Qin Feng, I'll call you... uh... by your real name, is that alright?" Zhou Qiao quickly said.
Qin Feng seemed a little regretful, but reluctantly agreed: "Okay, whatever you like."
"Okay, okay."
Zhou Qiao stopped talking and wished she could bury her head in the bowl.
There were many delicious dishes on the table, and she ate until she was half full without even realizing it.
While burping, she slowly tried to think with her brain, which was already fogged up by the delicious food—what was she here for again?
Oh, it seems they've come to confront Qin Feng about why he stayed in his room yesterday.
Damn, that's right!
She came to confront Qin Feng!
How did I get so easily won over by his sweet talk?
Her mind cleared up a bit, but the initial anger had already been swallowed up by the steamed buns she ate. When she spoke now, she sounded a little embarrassed: "Um... I drank too much yesterday, and you took me home, right?"
Qin Feng asked in surprise, "You don't remember?"
“I… I remember! But I just don’t know… why didn’t you leave last night?” she asked tentatively.
Seeing her cautious demeanor, Qin Feng understood what she was worried about, and a mischievous thought inexplicably arose in his heart.
He smiled slightly, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes holding a captivating glint: "You didn't know I hadn't left?"
Zhou Qiao was stunned by the man's extraordinary appearance, thinking to herself, "How come I never noticed before that this person is so good-looking?"
Could he really be some kind of demon who has cultivated to a high level and is now using a soul-capturing technique on her?
The next second she shook her head frantically, trying to shake off the flush and jumbled thoughts that were rising on her face: "I...how should I know? I drank too much! No, I remember what happened before. You took me home, put me on the bed, but...but then..."
"After that, you hugged me tightly and wouldn't let go no matter what," Qin Feng said calmly.
Zhou Qiao: "?"
"You grabbed me, saying you really liked my scent, and begged me not to leave, keeping pulling me towards the bed..."
"Impossible!" Zhou Qiao exclaimed in a panic, "How could I possibly be such a rogue?!"
Qin Feng gave her a deep look: "Yes, I was also surprised. You usually seem very well-behaved. Maybe everyone has another side that no one knows about."
Zhou Qiao was speechless.
Only now did she realize that the moment after sobering up meant nothing; the present moment was the real death.
She took several deep breaths, then looked at his arm hanging by his side: "So... what happened to your arm?"
She noticed as soon as he came in that his left arm seemed very weak and hadn't moved much all morning.
"It's numb; it needs to heal slowly."
"No, could it be from my pillow?"
Qin Feng looked at her with an expression that said, "What else?"
Zhou Qiao: "..."
Why isn't there a hole in the ground here? She really wanted to crawl into one.
Seeing her look like she was already dead and needed someone to burn paper money for her, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile more broadly: "Alright, I was just teasing you."
Zhou Qiao exclaimed, "Huh?"
Qin Feng calmly picked up his arm: "I just twisted it while practicing this morning. You only weigh 90-something pounds, how come you haven't recovered your blood flow by now?"
Zhou Qiao realized that, yes, the arm was most likely not numb, but broken.
She immediately gritted her teeth and said, "How could you be like this!"
As expected, the Great Demon King's interests and tastes were just as bizarre and perverse. He didn't tell the truth and just teased her for no reason, making her feel like she wanted to throw her head to the ground or commit suicide by disembowelment.
Qin Feng stood up, smiled, and ruffled her hair: "Come with me, I have something important to tell you."
Zhou Qiao didn't know what he was going to do, but considering that her grand plan of appeasement was not yet complete, it was better to listen to him for now, so she followed him to the study.
This was her first time entering Qin Feng's study.
She had heard Hou Kai mention this place before, saying that it contained valuable documents and files, and that the boss of the entire Shadow Gate didn't allow anyone else in except for Cat Brother.
So much so that she was both apprehensive and secretly delighted as she followed Qin Feng in.
She was uneasy because she didn't know why he had brought her here.
She was secretly pleased that she had gained some of his trust.
Does this mean there's hope of escaping the Shadow Gate?
If she had considered leaving before, but felt she could wait, after yesterday's events, she now felt that escaping was an urgent matter.
Who knows, one day she might accidentally drink too much again...
Even if her personal safety is fortunately guaranteed this time, what about next time?
If she loses control and blurts out the truth, giving the big devil a good scolding, she'll definitely not even know how she died!
Lost in thought about the matter, she was unaware that Qin Feng had already walked to the other side. Now, he returned, carrying a small box in his hand.
"What are you thinking about?" He looked at her with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Zhou Qiao snapped out of her daze and quickly waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing, what's wrong with you..."
She looked at the small box in his hand.
The box was exquisite. Zhou Qiao had learned a bit from Zhou Sihai before and knew it was made of top-grade golden nanmu wood. The carving on the outside of the box was also of first-rate quality, although the style of the carving was a bit strange.
It's a... turtle?
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