Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

"Is not It Cold?"

Yu Chen pressed his ear against Fu Xuan's small face and asked softly.

Fu Xuan raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a fool.

"Will it be cold in this weather?"

Yu Chen wrinkled his nose and snorted, "It's evening, so the temperature is going to drop a bit. I'm worried you'll catch a cold..."

"I haven't even showered yet... how could I possibly catch a cold!"

Fu Xuan held the large bowl of noodles, picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks, and slurped it up.

The glistening broth splashed gently, then fell back into the bowl, its green hue adding a touch of color to the rich soup.

Yu Chen stared at the noodles, swallowing hard. "I want some too..."

He was also quite hungry...

"Hmm..."

Fu Xuan swallowed the noodles in her mouth and said to him, "Then stop hugging me. How am I supposed to eat like this? The soup will splash all over my clothes, and they'll be mine anyway..."

“But it’s so comfortable to hold you…” Yu Chen retorted softly, but driven by his hunger, he released Xiao Fu Xuan and moved around to her front.

Fu Xuan sat on the veranda in front of the courtyard. Yu Chen rested his hands on either side of her legs, leaned in close to look at Fu Xuan expectantly, licked his lips and swallowed, looking incredibly greedy.

Fu Xuan looked at him and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you starving to death?"

She picked up a large spoonful of soup and offered it to him. Yu Chen slurped it up forcefully, causing the soup to splash everywhere, landing specks on Fu Xuan's face.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her lips twitching slightly. "Be quiet!"

The Sword Saint squinted his eyes happily as he chewed and laughed, completely oblivious to Fu Xuan's words.

The diviner rolled his eyes at him, somewhat speechless. "Wipe the soup off my face... or I won't feed you!"

Yu Chen swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "That won't do!"

There were no tissues on hand, so he pulled his sleeve and wiped Fu Xuan's face, then tilted his chin and looked him up and down seriously: "Hmm, clean, no problem!"

Fu Xuan rolled his eyes at him, somewhat speechless, and continued eating.

The noodles were quite chewy, and the broth was well-seasoned, with a fragrant lard flavor.

"Ah... I want to eat your fried eggs!"

Yu Chen's gaze suddenly fell on the egg that took up a large portion of the bowl.

Fu Xuan picked it up and fed it to Yu Chen, watching as she devoured it in a few bites. Her eyes were a little dazed. "I remember the chef at Liuyun Pavilion made something called fried egg, soaked in broth, it was delicious, but unfortunately I don't know how to make it..."

Yu Chen licked his lips and chuckled, "I'll go find him and learn a trick, then I'll come back and cook it for you, okay?"

Fu Xuan shook his head and continued feeding him, "It's not enough for you to do it yourself, you have to teach me how to do it too!"

When it comes to noodles, which are thin and long, if two people share a bowl, they're bound to slurp up the same noodle.

We took turns slurping, one after another, and before long, a long bridge of thin noodles was built.

The long noodles were connected to their mouths, and a few drops of soup slid down into the bowl. Yu Chen and Fu Xuan looked at each other quietly, neither of them biting off a noodle, but both of them started slurping at the same time.

A beautiful atmosphere gradually spread.

The noodles grew shorter and shorter, and they drew closer and closer, their breaths hitting each other's faces, hot and wet.

The noodles were gradually devoured, the distance disappeared, and their lips met.

Under the cover of night, some people get so engrossed in eating noodles that they don't know what else to do...

Their shadows overlapped, their heads pressed close together, swaying gently.

The bowl of noodles was set aside, and I quietly watched the full moon, dreaming that one day I could hang in the sky like it.

...

The portion was definitely enough; Yu Chen cooked a large amount, and after eating, both he and Fu Xuan were so full that they didn't want to move.

"I'm a little sleepy~"

"Then go to sleep!"

Without thinking, Yu Chen responded, placing his hand on her soft belly and stroking it.

Fu Xuan nestled in his arms, gazing at the dazzling, virtual moon in the sky, and pursed her lips. "But I haven't taken a bath yet..."

The starry sky overhead rippled, blurring the lines between reality and illusion to create an incomparably magnificent and breathtaking spectacle, making it impossible to distinguish which part truly belonged to the universe.

Oh…she can see clearly; the divine eye on her forehead can see through all the illusions of the world…

Yes, that's what the Diviner herself said, after all, she can see the "future"~

"Shall I give you a back rub today?"

Yu Chen looked at her profile; the angle was a bit tricky, but she was still so cute and charming.

Her delicate face resembled glistening fruit flesh, and even with a bulging belly, one still wanted to take a bite.

Fu Xuan scoffed, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking..."

Yu Chen smiled, neither refuting nor admitting, but simply continued, "So, is it okay?"

"... "

The diviner remained silent for a moment, neither accepting nor rejecting, but simply nuzzled him gently and whispered, "Still... not ready..."

It was the same old story, but Yu Chen didn't show any impatience. Instead, he smiled and pulled her closer to him.

He breathed on Fu Xuan's face and whispered in her ear, "You can prepare for as long as you want, but I just want to help you scrub your back, that's all..."

His lips suddenly curled up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was tinged with amusement as he continued, "Besides, isn't it perfectly normal for a secretary to serve the boss?"

We are completely innocent and have nothing to hide. Could it be that you, Lord Diviner, have some different opinion of me?

Fu Xuan quickly turned around and glared at him, her face and ear tips visibly flushed.

If they've never slept in the same bed, if they've never done *that*, if they've never kissed, if he never cuddles her while sleeping…

That statement might have a tiny, almost nonexistent credibility, but now that everything that was supposed to happen has happened, to still say something like that…

They have ill intentions! They harbor wolfish ambitions!

"You say that, but when the time comes, are you sure you can control yourself?"

"Little Fu Xuan, don't you believe me? If you're unwilling, how could I dare to actually do it..."

Yu Chen pursed his lips and said, "Of course, that's true too. If you really want to take a bath quietly by yourself, I won't force you..."

Then, his tone suddenly changed, and a tea aroma suddenly wafted up.

"However, their idea of ​​treating you properly and helping you relax has to be abandoned..."

Sigh~ If I had known you were so resistant, I wouldn't have brought it up. It just made me seem like I was being annoying!

It's truly a pity; if you're unwilling today, I'm afraid there will never be another chance.

Fu Xuan's lips twitched slightly. She raised her little face and looked at him carefully, confirming that the guy hugging her was the familiar Sword Saint, and not some spoiled brat with a full-on tea ceremony.

"Where did you learn these sales techniques?"

Yu Chen blinked and said honestly, "I've been reading a book called 'Dream of the Blue Chamber' lately, and that's how the character Lin Daiyu talks..."

"I knew it…"

Fu Xuan's face darkened slightly. This was one of the famous novels in the Immortal Ship series; although it was a novel, she had read it before…

No wonder that sarcastic tone Yu Chen used when he spoke just now sounded so familiar…

Chapter 117 Let's smell good together

"Alright, it's decided then. Today, Little Fu Xuan, I'll be responsible for your back!"

Yu Chen suddenly stood up, holding Fu Xuan in his arms, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, exuding an imposing aura.

"I haven't agreed yet..." Fu Xuan protested softly, his voice weak and powerless.

Yu Chen pretended not to hear. As a dutiful husband, he could distinguish between his wife's refusal when she "actually wanted to" refuse and her refusal when she "really didn't want to."

Only in this way can we accurately control Xiao Fuxuan's pace and make things easier.

That's just how being aloof is, he understands~

Back in the room, after grabbing her pajamas, Xiao Fuxuan struggled a bit more, expressing her opposition that she "didn't really want to."

Then she buried her face in the clothes she was wearing, choosing to play dead...

There's nothing we can do about it then, since Yu Chen forced her to go to the bathroom with him...

As for what will happen next, that's not something she can decide; in the end, she can only leave it to fate!

He turned on the light, closed the bathroom door with his foot, and looked at the bright, white bathroom. Yu Chen swallowed hard and tried to calm his excited heart.

Today, I really can only stop here; even if I get excited, I have to control myself.

He took a deep breath, looked down at Xiao Fuxuan, and said softly, "Then I'll start by rinsing the water...?"