"Yaoshi Yuan." Yan Qing blinked and asked softly, "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute?"
Yaoshi Yuan's voice faltered slightly, then she continued as if nothing had happened. "The Helan Family's Green Bamboo Brew also has a unique flavor. It's a little strong, but the aftertaste is long-lasting. Ordinary people can often get drunk for an entire day after just three cups..."
She could even pretend she hadn't heard that? So whenever something embarrassing or awkward happened, she simply acted as if she couldn't see or hear it—as if it had never happened. That way, she could avoid every situation she didn't know how to handle. She was practically a big girl deceiving herself. Yan Qing wanted to tease her a little more, but seeing the pink on Yaoshi Yuan's neck grow deeper, he abandoned the tempting idea and quietly admired the side of her that could never be seen outside.
"Didn't you put away Bingzi Jiaolin?" Yaoshi Yuan suddenly asked.
"What?" Yan Qing didn't understand for a moment.
"The hilt is poking me."
The two of them exchanged a glance. After several breaths, Yaoshi Yuan finally reacted. She had been pretending nothing was wrong all along, but now even she couldn't help showing a panicked expression. Although Yan Qing's face was hidden beneath bandages, he was so embarrassed that he had no idea how to respond. Just as he was about to say something, Yaoshi Yuan shifted her body.
But she wasn't moving away from Yan Qing. Instead, she shifted into a more comfortable position so that the hilt could rest in a depression that offered better cushioning.
Yaoshi Yuan acted as though she had merely done something trivial and continued discussing the special wines produced in various secret realms. However, her suddenly accelerating speech made it obvious