I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

The sky is dimly bright.

The sounds of people and vehicles gradually filled the streets.

The bloodshed of the night seemed to have been washed away.

This is how it is at the bottom of the cultivation world. Fighting and killing are commonplace. As long as it doesn't affect them personally, it becomes a topic of conversation over tea and dinner, and is quickly forgotten.

Mind your own business. If you can live one day in peace, that's a win.

Fang Xuan slept soundly until there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

He groggily opened his eyes and let out a big yawn.

Sleeping in late also resulted in successfully getting a wake-up call from my senior.

"You're awake, Senior Sister," he replied.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then Ning Qian's still cool voice came through: "Okay, get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs for breakfast."

"Okay."

Fang Xuan rolled out of bed, feeling refreshed.

Indeed, sleeping in is the best way to restore energy, much more effective than meditation.

He walked to the rough copper basin inside the house and washed himself simply with water.

The water was a little cold, which jolted him completely awake.

Looking at the blurry reflection in the copper basin, he casually gathered his slightly messy long hair behind his head and quickly tied it into a loose ponytail with a strip of cloth he picked up from the table.

Long hair is such a hassle...

His skills are barely passable; as long as it doesn't fall apart, it's acceptable.

There wasn't much stuff, so it was packed up quickly.

With the black sword simply wrapped in new cloth on his back, he pushed open the door and walked down the creaking wooden stairs.

There weren't many diners in the lobby downstairs in the morning.

He spotted Ning Qian sitting at the table by the window at a glance.

She changed back into her simple old dress, and her hair was tied up again and secured with a wooden hairpin, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She turned her head to the side, gazing at the street scene outside the window.

In the morning light, his profile was clearly visible.

No matter how many times he watched it, Fang Xuan had to admit that he had once again been tempted by lust.

That face, that aura, that figure... she's simply perfect.

Her body proportions are simply incredible; even the loose-fitting dresses can't hide her breathtaking curves.

Most importantly... he's someone who's seen everything that's supposed to be seen.

Stay calm, Fang Xuan.

You are destined for great things; you cannot be constantly tempted by beauty.

[The system detected that the host experiences strong possessive pleasure towards Master Ning Qian, consistent with a sex slave's craving for their master's beauty. Training value +0.1!]

...You can add me just by glancing at me? System, are you being unusually generous today?

He composed himself, put on a natural expression, and walked over.

"Good morning, senior sister."

Ning Qian turned her head at the sound of his voice, her gaze falling on his face, and replied, "Yes, sit down."

A simple breakfast has already been laid out on the table.

A plate of thinly sliced ​​braised beef, two bowls of steaming hot plain noodles, clear broth with white noodles, garnished only with a few scallions, and a pot of tea on the side.

It's just ordinary food for mortals, nothing special, but it's warm and comforting.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I just ordered a few things." Ning Qian picked up her chopsticks, her voice calm.

"That's great, thank you for your trouble, senior sister."

Fang Xuan sat down opposite her and picked up his chopsticks.

He was really hungry. He had used up a lot of energy last night and had also taken a nap, so his stomach had been growling for a while.

He first picked up a slice of braised beef and put it in his mouth. The braised flavor was rich, the meat was firm, and the taste was good.

He picked up another noodle with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and slurped it into his mouth.

The noodles are smooth and the broth is light yet delicious; it's a simple yet wonderful flavor.

He was enjoying his meal when he glanced up and was slightly taken aback.

Across from her, Ning Qian's bowl of noodles was empty.

Eating so fast...

Noticing his gaze, she looked up at him.

His gaze remained aloof, yet he seemed quite uneasy.

Her fingers gripping the chopsticks seemed to tighten slightly, and her earlobes flushed a very faint pink.

I'm a little hungry... I was definitely a bit too hasty...

Fang Xuan quickly lowered his head, pretending to concentrate on eating noodles, but inwardly he found it quite amusing.

It turns out that even the aloof senior sister gets embarrassed when she's caught eating a lot.

The contrast is kind of cute.

He quickened his pace, quickly finishing the large bowl of noodles and beef, then took a big gulp of tea to smooth his throat before finally putting down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

"Senior sister, I'm finished eating."

"Okay, let's go then." She stood up.

"it is good."

The bill was paid with the few spirit stones Ning Qian had left. Little did she know that she was about to go bankrupt.

At that time, I might have to borrow some spirit stones from my junior brother.

......

The two left the inn and merged into the crowd of people in the early morning town, heading towards the Qingyun Sect.

The return journey seemed easier than the way there.

Fang Xuan consciously lagged behind Ning Qian by half a step, like a truly obedient junior brother, following behind his senior sister.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Ning Qian's tall and slender figure walked in the light and shadow, her dark hair and plain clothes fluttering in the wind.

As I walked, I passed a candied hawthorn vendor who had set up his stall early in the morning.

Ning Qian slowed her pace and her gaze lingered on the candied hawthorn for a moment.

Fang Xuan saw it too, thinking to himself: "Does Senior Sister want to eat this? No way, so childish..."

As he was thinking, he saw Ning Qian walk up to the vendor, take out two copper coins, and buy the biggest and reddest candied hawthorn skewer.

Then, she turned around, said nothing, and simply shoved the candied hawthorn skewer directly into Fang Xuan's hand, who was looking around curiously.

Fang Xuan: "...?"

He looked down at the candied hawthorn that had suddenly appeared in his hand, somewhat bewildered.

Ning Qian turned her face away and walked quickly forward, leaving behind a back view that seemed slightly more hurried than usual.

After she finished stuffing the candied hawthorns into her mouth... she suddenly felt embarrassed?

Fang Xuan held the candied hawthorn, paused for two seconds, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

Take a bite of a hawthorn; the sugary shell is crisp and sweet.

[Detected that the host received ordinary snacks from master Ning Qian and experienced a pleasurable feeling of being pampered. Behavior assessment: The sex slave enjoys the master's affectionate care; training value +0.2!]

"Raising? System, could you please not use such an accurate term?"

However, the increase this time was quite significant.

He quickened his pace to catch up with Ning Qian, waving the candied hawthorn in his hand: "Thank you, senior sister, it's delicious."

Ning Qian didn't turn around, but simply gave a soft "hmm" and seemed to quicken her pace.

But that blush quietly spread from behind her ears to the side of her face.

She didn't know why she did it.

But seeing those bright red candied hawthorns reminded me of how calmly he wiped his sword after the battle last night.

Then compare that to the handsome, smiling face before me—clearly composed, yet still brimming with youthful spirit...

It felt like a gentle bump had been struck somewhere deep inside me.

I did it subconsciously.

Maybe... I just want to see him smile.

Like now, there is no gloom, and the sun shines brightly.

Perhaps... he wanted to make amends for something, to make amends for those who dragged him into danger last night and before.

The guilt of secretly probing and even harboring thoughts of exploitation...

It's also possible that he only looks seventeen years old based on his bone structure, much younger than me, so when I look at him, I can't help but look at him with a bit of the eyes of someone looking at a child.

Ning Qian herself couldn't figure it out.

All she knew was that after it was over, the somewhat bewildering warmth made her want to leave as quickly as possible.

Fang Xuan didn't mind at all, and happily followed behind, crunching on his candied hawthorn as he walked.

A string of candied hawthorns, a blush on her cheeks.

"Senior sister, do you want some? I'll save one for you..."

".....Need not"

That wretched junior brother must be making fun of her.