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

Yu Chen hummed and leaned forward, putting his arm around her waist and slowly lowering his hand.

"I don't want you to touch me, you're just trying to take advantage of me!"

Fu Xuan struggled slightly, then grabbed his hand with her own.

"Okay, let me make amends for my behavior..."

Yu Chen hugged her tightly and gently stroked the small volleyball.

Fu Xuan's resistance was weak and powerless, and in the end she was defeated by his absolute restraint, burying her face in his chest.

It's really embarrassing...

She now has reason, and ample evidence, to suspect that this scoundrel is absolutely after that part of her body!

Last night and today are both evidence!

The pain and numbness gradually subsided, replaced by a subtle feeling that made the body feel weak.

Fu Xuan blushed and pushed against his chest.

"Let me go... I'm done playing! Show me your swordplay!"

Yu Chen asked, "Why don't we give it a try together?"

"No... who told you to hit me so hard just now? I need to rest!"

Fu Xuan gave a soft snort, still a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay... shall we get a small stool then?"

Yu Chen picked her up in one go and asked with a smile.

Fu Xuan pursed his lips and hugged the small wooden sword to his chest.

"Find a soft mat to put your head on..."

Yu Chen frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "If it hurts a lot, how about we go and see Little Dragon Girl?"

"I remember that person... oh right, Qingque, she went to her for a checkup when she hurt her butt, didn't she?"

"No way... It's so embarrassing. I'm not like her, racking my brains to skip work..."

Fu Xuan decisively rejected this suggestion, which would undoubtedly diminish her prestige as the Grand Diviner, even though she had already completely lost face in front of Bai Lu...

"What if he's really injured? Wouldn't that be terrible? Should we go back to our room and check on him before making a decision?"

Yu Chen looked at her earnestly and said.

"I know myself perfectly well, I don't need you to worry about me!"

Fu Xuan blushed and glared at him, though she was genuinely concerned…

But it's still broad daylight, I don't want to...

"Alright..." Yu Chen nodded reluctantly, believing that she wouldn't hold back out of shyness.

...

There were no cushions in the room, so Yu Chen simply put a pillow on the stool for her to sit on.

Yes, it's his pillow.

Xiao Fuxuan hesitated for a moment, but didn't pay much attention.

Anyway, this guy usually either sleeps on her chest or snuggles up next to her with his face pressed against hers.

My pillow has been neglected for a long time, and...

Maybe if she sat down, he would be happy... After all, that thought was still lingering in her mind.

That idiot swordsman is definitely up to no good…

Yu Chen hesitated for a moment, not using his longsword, which had been used to kill countless enemies and was stained with blood.

Instead, he took the small wooden sword from her arms, casually twirled it a few times, and then gently exhaled.

"Little diviner, watch closely! This is how you wield a sword!"

He suddenly turned his head and grinned at Fu Xuan. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to be infused with spirit. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword danced along with his body.

Unlike Yanqing's gorgeous and swift sword moves, his movements were slower, more solid, and more like an extension of himself.

The light gray figure was as light as a swallow, yet every sword strike in his hand was steady and powerful. It seemed as if he was holding a heavy sword formed from mountains, not a wooden sword. The blade cut through the air, bringing up gusts of wind. It seemed harmless, yet every move was deadly.

The body that floated in the air seemed to have the sword in its hand as an extension of itself. Its wrist rotated gently, the movement appearing slow, yet from the perspective of someone in its position, it seemed unavoidable.

The shadows of the sword and the man became increasingly solid. Fu Xuan stared blankly as his figure danced in the light, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and the wooden sword seemed to flash with bursts of light.

She gradually lost the ability to distinguish between the person and the sword.

He secretly activated his divine eye to see what he would do next, but then his body swayed and his mind became confused again.

His figure was so clear, so real, dancing right in front of me, yet so illusory, as if he would ascend to heaven at any moment.

In a daze, it seemed like a long time had passed, and Yu Chen had already put away his stance and stood in front of her.

Fu Xuan stared blankly at the person in front of him, who was looking down at him with a gentle smile.

"What, are you stunned by my handsome figure?"

Yu Chen squatted down and reached out to touch Fu Xuan's small face. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her face was smooth and elastic, which made him unable to resist gently pinching it.

Fu Xuan gradually regained his senses, pressed down on Yu Chen's hand that was starting to act up again, and looked at his face carefully.

"He actually has quite the presence; the title of Sword Saint is truly well-deserved!"

"Hmph, that's for sure..."

Looking at her serious expression, Yu Chen suddenly felt a little shy.

Fu Xuan glanced at his evasive eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. She reached out and touched Yu Chen's face, lifted his chin, tilted his head slightly to one side, and spoke in a soft, seductive voice.

"Oh my, really? Is my Sword Saint blushing? That's a rare sight indeed. I thought you didn't even have the concept of shyness!"

Faced with Fu Xuan's teasing, Yu Chen, who was already feeling a little embarrassed, couldn't resist anymore. He grabbed Fu Xuan's small hand and took it off his face, gave a soft hum, and suddenly hugged him.

Is there a problem with feeling shy when looking at someone you like?

"... "

Fu Xuan was momentarily speechless, but though he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you~"

Chapter 123 Jing Yuanyuan:…

On a leisurely day off, staying at home is the best option.

The Grand Diviner, who had always done things this way, was quite certain of it.

Well… before she met Yu Chen, this was her only option…

Now, if she wants, Yu Chen will definitely take her around and have fun everywhere.

Fu Xuan's little feet swayed back and forth, the shoes resting quietly on the ground. Her feet, wrapped in white silk, were particularly eye-catching, with round and plump toes and a perfectly curved arch.

She was happily eating a bag of snacks, popping one after another into her mouth, unable to stop.

She would eat a couple of bites herself, then feed Yu Chen a bite. He devoured the massage chair like an emotionless snack, resting his head on Xiao Fuxuan's shoulder while rubbing her belly and accepting her feeding.

That's all~

The bag of snacks was quickly devoured by the two of them. Fu Xuan waved the empty bag in front of Yu Chen, then threw it on the table, turned around and sat on his lap.

She was just about to lie down and rest for a while when she realized that this guy was staring straight at her.

Fu Xuan leaned to the right, and Yu Chen leaned with her; she leaned to the left, and he leaned with her too…

After going back and forth three or four times, the young diviner sighed helplessly and said, "Just say what you need to say, okay? I don't have mind-reading abilities..."

Yu Chen then licked his lips and asked, "It... doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

Fu Xuan's expression stiffened slightly; this guy's hand had reached up again as he spoke.

I was indeed much more interested in that place than in others…

Hmph, you stinky man!

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

She rolled her eyes at Yu Chen, ignored the large hand that was gently stroking her, and snuggled affectionately into his arms.

"But it feels a little swollen..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chen frowned and carefully examined the two plump segments of fruit.

"It seems a little bit... Should we go get it checked out? Bailu can recover easily with a little treatment."

"I don't want to..."

She whimpered and buried her face in Yu Chen's arms, burying her head in her hands like a little ostrich.

Yu Chen sighed and gently rubbed his head again, whispering, "Don't suffocate yourself..."

"Hehehe, I want it, it's none of your business!"