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

Yu Chen stared blankly at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, his expression relaxed, quietly waiting for Fu Xuan.

Chapter 32 Who knows I secretly used it?

Fu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door but did not see Yu Chen.

She walked down the corridor, and as she rounded the corner, the man stood quietly in front of the tea room.

A steaming teacup sat before him as he gazed silently at the sea of ​​clouds. Sunlight fell upon his face, making his eyes clear and his handsome features seem to glow. A gentle breeze caressed his face, causing strands of hair at his temples to flutter. An inexplicable ethereal aura emanated from him.

Fu Xuan was slightly stunned, and then his delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Although his face wasn't old and he was quite handsome, there was always a faint air of weariness about him...

There was also a strange sense of sadness and exhaustion?

And whenever she saw that expression on his face, she felt a strange tightness in her chest.

She didn't like this feeling.

“Yu Chen…”

Fu Xuan called out softly.

As if awakening a sleeping stone statue, a ripple appeared in its clear eyes.

Yu Chen turned around and looked at her, smiling gently with his lips pursed.

"It's all changed!"

Fu Xuan frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy, and quickened her pace to approach him.

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and Yu Chen subconsciously took a deep breath.

He found the smell increasingly intoxicating, almost addictive...

"you…"

Fu Xuan stood in front of him, glanced at his cup, and asked, "What are you drinking?"

"The tea... I think it's called something like... Mountain Clouds and Mist. I think this brew is pretty good. Would you like to try some?"

Yu Chen blinked and handed the cup forward.

Fu Xuan stared at the faint lip print, silently pushing his hand away. "Forget it. Your cooking... would surely ruin my fine tea leaves again..."

"Hmph, all you know is how to look down on me!"

Mr. Yu Chen, the "elderly man," proudly raised his face.

Fu Xuan's lips twitched, but the faint discomfort in his heart slowly dissipated.

"Come with me, and I'll show you what truly good tea is, and I'll personally teach you how to brew it..."

Her tone became much more relaxed, and her steps became lighter as she turned and strolled into the tea room.

Her long pink hair swayed gently, creating a breeze that brushed against Yu Chen's hand. He then tugged at his cup to prevent the beautiful hair from getting into the tea.

Yu Chen's lips curled up; it seemed she hadn't tied her hair up.

hair.

"Lord Fu Xuan, you look exceptionally handsome today!"

"...Mind your own business! When have I ever not been beautiful?"

Her face flushed slightly, and her tone still carried a hint of aggression, but the slight upturn of her lips clearly showed that she was pleased with Yu Chen's praise.

Yu Chen chuckled. This little fortune teller was quite narcissistic, though she certainly had the right to be.

"Yes, you're beautiful every day!"

...

"Look carefully."

Fu Xuan glanced at him, then took the tea leaves and came to the table.

Her fair hands gently manipulated the items on the table, her small face serious, deliberately slowing down her movements.

Yu Chen stood beside her, glanced at her movements a few times, and then his gaze was drawn to something else.

He smiled faintly, gazing quietly at Fu Xuan's earnest face, his eyes shimmering with a tenderness and affection he himself was unaware of.

That faint, unnoticed emotion, as smooth as silk, flowed from his eyes and quietly landed on Fu Xuan's face, without a sound.

She simply waved her hand, oblivious to the strange expression on the man's face.

Steaming hot water gently rose and covered Fu Xuan's fair and delicate skin, giving her a healthy glow rather than a sickly pallor.

She seemed to be wearing no makeup at all; her bare face looked even more radiant and beautiful. Her small nose was like jade, and her cherry-like lips were gently pursed, gleaming with a lovely color.

A few strands of pink hair cascaded down in front of her eyes, gently brushing against her cheeks and causing a slight tickle, making her unconsciously furrow her brows.

Yu Chen's expression gradually became dazed. Seeing her frown, he unconsciously raised his hand slowly, wanting to help her tie up her hair.

Fu Xuan suddenly noticed his hand, frowned, and looked up at him, "Are you even looking at it properly...?"

The gaze fixed on her sent a shiver down her spine. The large hand was already close to her face. Her eyes, which seemed to hold the stars, widened slightly, and her eyelashes trembled gently.

Yu Chen was startled awake by her voice. His raised hand froze in front of her face, unsure whether to place it there or not.

His heart suddenly started beating harder, and a faint sense of doubt arose in his mind.

'What happened?'

Fu Xuan let out a soft breath, feeling the warmth from the large hand so close to his. Seeing that he didn't react for a while, he pursed his lips and asked, "You want me to watch you learn how to make tea... what are you trying to do with this?"

For some reason, her heart trembled at that moment, and a strange emotion quietly brewed within her.

“I… I noticed your hair is messy.”

Yu Chen's heart pounded, and an inexplicable sense of tension rose within him, as if he were facing some powerful enemy.

He gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Resisting the urge to touch her face, he withdrew his hand, coughed lightly, and lowered his head, feigning seriousness. "Continue... I'm learning!"

This is a lie!

This old man can't even focus his eyes now; he has no idea where to look, and his heart is pounding like thunder.

Fu Xuan gently bit her thin lips, her heart racing and her cheeks flushing red from his actions. "You lecherous scoundrel..."

Yu Chen lowered his head, pretending not to hear what she said.

"In short... watch carefully and learn diligently for me!"

Fu Xuan glared at him and continued brewing tea.

...

Instead of using Yu Feng Ming Cui, I used Yu Shan Yun Wu, selected by Yu Chen.

"Here...try it, this is the taste that good tea should have."

Fu Xuan pushed the cup over.

Yu Chen glanced at her, raised his glass, blew on it, and took a small sip.

The refreshing tea flowed into my mouth and into my heart, warming my stomach and leaving a lingering, mellow aroma in my mouth.

His eyes widened slightly. This tea did indeed seem different from the tea he brewed with his shoddy methods!

Fu Xuan noticed the subtle change in his expression, and with a slight upturn of her lips, she crossed her arms and looked at him with an air of arrogance, asking, "How is it? I used the same tea leaves as you, and it tastes several times better than yours, doesn't it!"

"It's just...so-so, nothing too bad."

The Sword Saint stubbornly insisted on taking another sip.

"Hmph~ Saying that, are you feeling really insecure?"

Fu Xuan looked at him with amusement and asked.

"That's exactly right, compare it yourself if you don't believe me!"

Yu Chen pushed his cup over.

Fu Xuan glanced down, hesitated for a moment, and did not accept.

"No need to taste it, I already know which one is better!"

"Hmph, I bet you're afraid that after you try mine, you'll find it's better and then feel guilty, right?"

Yu Chen looked at her and said in a low voice, a very clumsy attempt at provocation.

but…

It worked.

Fu Xuan gritted her teeth, looked down at his cup, silently turned the cup around to avoid his lip print, and slowly raised the cup to her lips. Looking at Yu Chen's eyes that were fixed on her, she hardened her heart, leaned forward and took a sip of tea.

A faint astringent taste filled her mouth, but she could no longer discern the quality of the tea. Her heart pounded with shyness, and her body temperature gradually rose.

Her fair face flushed red. She took a sip, put down the cup, and turned to leave. "Anyway... you know in your heart what's good and what's bad. I'm too lazy to argue with you!"

"They're practically the same..."

Yu Chen stood still and muttered a rebuttal in a low voice, glancing down at the tea he had brewed.