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

The general smiled without saying a word and gently patted her head.

Of course, he wouldn't actually beat the child. If Yu Chen really whined, he would at most give him a couple of light pats.

As for now, of course, we'll remain silent and pretend to acquiesce.

Fu Xuan shifted his body slightly awkwardly, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

She looked down at Xiao Bailu, who was peeking at her with longing eyes, and felt both proud and shy.

In one incident, a fortune teller was playing with a child, and when she couldn't win an argument, her husband would hold her and bully the other child...

I feel like I've become as childish as Bailu...

A clear, soft laugh suddenly rang out, its cool tone flowing in my ears, pleasant and comforting.

It was Jing Liu; she was looking at the group with a smile.

With her delicate face, fair skin, and flowing long white hair, she was undeniably charming and alluring.

Yu Chen looked at the woman who had taken off her blindfold and was laughing non-stop with a puzzled expression, wondering what was wrong with her all of a sudden.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Jing Yuan, signaling him to take care of his seemingly insane and foolish master.

Jing Yuan looked at her quietly, reached out and grasped her cold, soft hand, and whispered, "Let's go to the beach, spread out a blanket, sit down and enjoy the sea, feel the breeze, and have a drink..."

Just like before.

"it is good…"

...

It turns out that relationships between women are really strange.

Not long ago, Bai Lu and Fu Xuan were glaring at each other, but now they were holding hands and strolling to the water's edge to play in the water under Yu Chen's gloomy gaze.

If it weren't for Xiao Fuxuan frequently turning back to look at him with a smile, completely captivating his heart...

That certain swordsman, who gets jealous regardless of gender, has undoubtedly already rushed over...

Jingyuan punched his shoulder, filled his wine glass and handed it to him, then drank it all in one gulp himself. His gaze then shifted slightly to Jingliu, who was standing with his back to them, gazing at the sea in a daze.

Yu Chen took the cup, took a sip, and reluctantly looked away from his wife.

She laughed happily, clearly having few opportunities to joke and play with her friends like this.

It might not have even happened at all…

Let her experience more; the most important thing is for your wife to be happy!

"what's the situation?"

He glanced at the glasses, then looked at Jing Yuan and asked.

The general swirled his wine glass, smiled, and then shook his head.

"It's much better now. I'm not as stiff as when I first came back, and I can take off my eye mask more often to check myself..."

"I see..." Yu Chen nodded, took a sip of his drink, and then asked, "So, how far have things progressed between you two?"

Jing Yuan didn't respond, but silently picked up the wine jar and poured himself another cup.

Yu Chen glanced at him and scoffed dismissively.

"A virgin for over eight hundred years, Jingyuan, you've really done well as a general!"

"Laugh at him, do you think you're so special that it took you over a thousand years to find a wife?"

Jingliu's voice suddenly came, and the two glanced over and found that she had somehow appeared behind Jingyuan.

"What? This two-thousand-year-old spinster isn't convinced?" The Sword Saint stood up and looked down at the guy who was a head shorter than him.

"Ah…"

The former swordswoman ignored her and silently sat down, leaning over Jingyuan to reach for the wine jar.

Jingyuan inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from his master, pondered Yu Chen's words, and felt a surge of longing within him.

He really wanted to…

That person could only be my master, right...?

Besides that, the girl he's closest to is Bai Lu... but to do that to the little dragon girl is just too cruel...

Although she's young enough to be considered that way, let's wait until she's fully grown up before talking about that kind of thing...

Jingliu hugged the jar and took a big gulp with great gusto. The crystal-clear wine flowed down the corner of her mouth, past her slender white neck, and disappeared into her full, deep abyss.

Jing Yuan hurriedly took out the handkerchief Bai Lu had slipped into his pocket before he left and used it to wipe Jing Liu's mouth. He then wiped the dampness from her neck and moved downwards...

I didn't dare touch it.

Yu Chen frowned as he watched, gave a soft snort, opened another jar of wine, and began to drink it while holding it in his arms.

What are you showing off for? My wife and I are much closer than they are!

Seemingly sensing her husband's longing, Fu Xuan turned her head and met his expectant gaze.

Her lips moved, as if she were saying something to Yu Chen.

But the wind and waves were too loud, and there was a distance between them, so he couldn't hear clearly.

Fu Xuan then turned and grabbed Bai Lu, who was enthusiastically digging in the sand and catching crabs in the water. He pulled her and pointed to a woman who was being embraced by the general, smiling and looking very happy.

Xiaolongniang's pupils contracted slightly, and in her vision, a pink bubble gradually rose between Jingyuan and Jingliu.

A strange atmosphere lingered and dissipated between them…

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Lu dropped the small crab she had just caught and ran back with her short legs.

Fu Xuan stood there and sighed in admiration at how fast her legs were. She then went to the shore and picked up her and Bai Lu's shoes.

I took off my stockings earlier and had Yu Chen keep them, so I don't have to worry about them getting wet when I go swimming.

She glanced down at her two little feet, which were covered in sand, and flicked her toes, sending up a lot of sand.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked out the light overhead.

Fu Xuan didn't look up. He let go of the shoes he was holding and threw them on the ground. Suddenly, he fell forward and fell into Yu Chen's arms with his eyes closed.

"My feet are dirty, what should I do?"

"It's alright, just wipe it off on your body."

Yu Chen bent down to pick up the shoes, and then picked her up in his arms.

Fu Xuan looked at him, her little mouth slightly pouting, as if she was a little dissatisfied.

"Trying to satisfy your weird fetishes and desires, huh? No way!"

"It's not like I haven't tried it with my feet..." He stopped himself from speaking under Fu Xuan's death stare.

"I'll hold you and soak your feet in water to clean off the sand first. Then I'll give you a proper wash when we get home."

As Yu Chen spoke, he walked towards the sea again.

He dropped the shoes and supported Fu Xuan's armpits with both hands. Her small, delicate body seemed to be lifted up without any strain.

Little Taibu was a little shy being hugged like that, but he didn't say much. He silently swung his feet into the water and splashed around until they were clean.

"Okay~"

...

The two who were deeply in love became a loving trio.

Bai Lu was sandwiched between Jing Liu and Jing Yuan, surrounded by them, her gaze slightly dazed.

Huh...?

Her soles were also covered in sand. Fu Xuan glanced at them, gave a soft hum, and looked a little smug.

Bai Lu glanced at her, puzzled, and silently grabbed the snacks she had brought, feeding Jing Yuan while also feeding herself.

Mirror Stream doesn't need to be fed; she'll take (grab) it herself.

Hilarious! Surrounded in the middle, there's no way to escape.

His head was being held down, so he couldn't struggle at all.

Bai Lu has chosen to give up, so let things take their course. As long as she keeps them separated, that's fine.

The general is closer to me!

She turned her head to glance at Glasses Liu, only to receive a look from him with a strange smile in return.

That appearance was just like…

Watching a baby...

I'm so annoyed... I feel a bit frustrated!

Bai Lu stared intently at the towering snow-capped mountains before her, a sense of sorrow welling up within her.

She should be this big someday, right?

No...it has to be bigger than her!

I felt like the general's gaze lingered there a little too often...