I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"..."

I want to eat apricots.

Just as he was about to voice his wish, another voice rang out before he could.

"Hiccup~"

The room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of the scales on the tail rubbing against the bamboo floor, which was as clear and loud as thunder.

The artist slumped to the ground as if he had died.

It's over. After this incident, her authority is as empty as a treasured bottle of chili sauce.

Alas, all the atmosphere she had painstakingly created for their reunion has vanished.

That idiot Ah Xi will definitely laugh at her for being so embarrassing.

If she could do it all over again, she definitely wouldn't eat so much or drink so many cups of tea.

"gentlemen……"

The sounds of daylight pulled the painter back to reality from the chaos.

The artist slightly raised her eyes and looked around. In that instant, she felt as if it were the winter solstice, and there was no warm place in the whole world.

Even though the dragon tried its best to remain expressionless and pretend to be unaware, the tail that was already striking a tune revealed how happy it was inside.

"Sir, just now..."

It's about to be said... it's about to be disliked... it's about to lose all its dignity, just like the New Year.

The artist raised his hand, as if to throw him away. As long as he wasn't there, he wouldn't have lost face.

But her hand was grasped, held tightly by him.

"Sir, you were just now... so adorable."

The dragon was absolutely charmed by his husband's dazed expression.

Even though she was still an elegant and aloof immortal a while ago, she would sometimes burp like a little girl who loves snacks.

And after that, he probably felt he had lost face, which is why he acted like he was broken.

Was she afraid that she would laugh at her?

But how could I laugh at her?

During the day, she held her husband's hand and sincerely praised the good qualities of her appearance just now.

"You...you rude scoundrel! You lecher! You womanizer!"

Suddenly told this, the artist felt her cheeks burning and an indescribable sense of panic rising in her heart. She didn't know how to face Bai Zhou, who had said these words, so she could only ramble on and try to fool him.

"Ugh……"

Bai Zhou smiled helplessly as he watched the artist speak recklessly.

He acknowledged the rudeness. It was indeed very rude of him to grab her hand without her permission.

But "Dengtuzi" is a bit of an exaggeration. He only shook hands; he didn't even intend to do anything more. How can he be called a "Dengtuzi"?

And what about being a womanizer...? He's completely devoted to his husband, how could he be a womanizer?

"gentlemen……"

He didn't say much during the day, but he was well-versed in military strategy and knew that pursuing the enemy after a victory was the best course of action. So he stepped over the table and wanted to sit with the painter.

But the artist, who was already flustered, didn't want to get any closer. When he saw him overstepping his bounds and approaching, he tried to back away.

But she forgot that she was sitting next to the table with both legs under it. Since she couldn't move her legs and could only move her body, she instinctively pulled her arm.

"gentlemen?"

During the day, she wanted to be closer to her husband.

But he never imagined they would get so close, so close that he only needed a light touch to kiss her.

But... this isn't what he wants... this isn't what he wants right now.

He was afraid that he would frighten his husband, who already disliked being around others, and make him dislike him as well.

"I'm sorry, sir, it was my recklessness that caused you to fall."

He helped the artist up and quietly apologized to her during the day.

But the artist who sat up seemed to have been silenced, only randomly picking one of the three words "um," "oh," or "okay" to respond to Bai Zhou.

"..."

So, he was indeed disliked because of his eagerness for quick success and instant benefits.

Upon seeing the artist's appearance, Bai Zhou remained unfazed, but his previously lively tail wilted.

Just now……

The artist pursed his lips slightly.

The scene from just now was still vivid in her mind. She could clearly see Zhenlong's beautiful eyes, the warmth of his breath, his strong arms, and their lips that were almost touching.

They almost kissed.

And their hands... are still clasped together.

His burning heat, the slightly rough touch of his palms, the gentle pressure he applied when he held me...

That scoundrel from back then certainly wasn't treated like this.

These are hands that only I can hold.

The artist's interest was piqued, and the bluish-white tail swayed contentedly.

"..."

We really shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Bai Zhou felt she should slow down the pace, and like before, start by getting to know the other person gradually.

"Sir, it's getting late, I must take my leave now."

He had originally intended to suggest going out for a meal, but upon seeing the pile of pastries on the table, he abandoned the idea.

He hated his mistake; how could he have impulsively taken out all the snacks just because his husband looked so cute being fed?

If he had only been fed the initial amount, he wouldn't have had to cancel his plans to have dinner with us now because of feeding him too many snacks.

"Uh-huh?"

The artist habitually hummed in agreement, then suddenly raised his voice by one octave.

go?

Where is he going? Isn't he staying here? Doesn't he want to stay here? Doesn't he wish to stay here?

"gentlemen……"

After careful consideration, Bai Zhou was still unwilling to leave just like that. Even if he might be rejected, he had to try before he was satisfied.

"Sir, let's go eat perch scales. Although they are not from the Wu-Yue region, they are purebred perch scales that have been selected and bred multiple times, and their taste is almost identical to that of the perch scales from the Wu-Yue region."

"After we eat sea bass, we can also check out the night market in town. I heard they've got a bunch of new and interesting Victorian gadgets; it should be quite fun."

"If you get tired, you can go to the inn I booked in town. The room is big, you can sleep right away, no problem."

Looking at the painter who seemed to be deep in thought, Bai Zhou, who had never lost his rhythm even when facing a terrifying opponent like "the sky," was now on tenterhooks, feeling as if every second was an eternity.

Will you go?

The artist is also struggling with this.

Go ahead, but she doesn't want to move yet. Besides, her little house is too far from town; she wouldn't be able to walk halfway there.

Let's not go. The little guy who finally came back is about to leave.

"Sir...you don't need to trouble yourself..."

Seeing her frown, Bai Zhou sensed something was wrong and tried to persuade her again.

"You can go. But it's too far."

"It's alright! I'm glad you're willing to go! I'll arrange the travel."

Bai Zhou was overjoyed to receive the artist's permission.

"I can hold you..."

"!"

"No, no, no, I'll carry you on my back..."

"?"

"Ah, I will prepare the clouds and mist for your journey."

"..."

By observing the artist's micro-expressions, Bai Zhou felt both heartbroken and constantly improved his travel benefits.

The artist nodded slightly and said softly, "Alright."

That's not good.

The artist, however, was not entirely satisfied with the dragon wagging its tail in delight.

Being held in his arms, though embarrassing, is the best and most intimate way to be; being carried on his back isn't bad either, as it gives me a chance to look at him properly; but traveling on clouds...

"Sir, please."

The daytime summons clouds, inviting painters to ascend to the clouds.

Hmm...that seems quite interesting.

Riding the clouds was a novel experience for the artist, who momentarily forgot his earlier regret and began to curiously ponder the principles of clouds and consider how to draw such clouds.

Riding the wind and clouds, traveling between heaven and earth, is truly a wonderful experience rarely found in life.

It landed silently a hundred meters outside the town, reaching out to the painter in broad daylight.

“Sir, there are too many people and things are chaotic in the town. I think it would be more convenient and safer to do it this way.”