Finally Noticed Eighth Sister's Special Trait
Qin Wangchuan wasn't annoyed. He picked up a piece of sugar pastry with his fingertips and handed it to her.
"Want some?"
Qin Zhaoer's gaze immediately fell on the pastry.
The icing shimmered slightly in the light, and the flaky pastry was so thin that you could see a hint of the filling through.
Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
I want to eat it.
But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a quiet figure under a pillar in the distance.
Ye Jianwei stood there with his eyes lowered, like a silent tree, his face expressionless.
And that wretched Dragon Scale is watching this side.
Qin Zhaoer pursed her lips, forcefully suppressing that lingering desire.
"I won't eat it."
The voice was lower than before, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.
She turned her face away, no longer looking at the pastry, nor at him.
But my buttocks felt rooted to the spot; I couldn't sit or stand comfortably.
If she sat down any longer, she was afraid she would actually reach out and take it.
I'm leaving.
She suddenly stood up, her tone resolute and defiant, as if she were challenging herself.
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Qin Wangchuan nodded, without trying to stop him.
He thought that his Eighth Sister probably wouldn't bother him again today.
After finishing the last piece of sugar candy in his arms, Dragon Scale licked his lips and closed his eyes contentedly.
She rolled over, using Qin Wangchuan's legs as a pillow, curled up into a ball, and her breathing gradually became even.
The area around the pool became quiet.
However, not long after, footsteps sounded behind them again.
Qin Zhaoer is back.
She had something extra in her hand.
A small bronze furnace, its body covered with densely engraved runes, gleamed with a faint bluish light in the sunlight.
"Azure Nether Transformation Furnace"
She placed the stove on the edge of the pool, her voice curt and unyielding, as if she were giving official instructions.
"Our Divine Soul are intertwined, sharing our pain."
"Don't get me wrong, I just felt sorry for you."
Before Qin Wangchuan could even speak, she raised her hand and slapped a talisman onto him.
The patterns on the Talisman Paper subtly echo the runes on the furnace body.
He glanced down and reached out to lift it.
"Don't move!"
Qin Zhaoer's voice suddenly rose for a moment, then quickly fell back down.
She reached out and pressed her hand against his wrist.
The fingertips were slightly cool, yet the pressure was considerable, as if afraid of actually removing the talisman.
"This talisman has a suppressive effect."
Qin Zhaoer paused, lowered her eyes, and lowered her voice.
"Just between the two of us will do."
"Our Divine Soul are connected; it's just the two of us."
"It won't implicate anyone else."
She spoke calmly, but she repeated the phrase "just the two of us" twice.
It sounded like an unintentional repetition, yet also like she was determined to make him hear it clearly.
Qin Wangchuan sensed the meaning behind it and looked up at her.
Qin Zhaoer felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she withdrew her hand and casually tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"Otherwise, if your little maid and this dragon start hurting each other, you'll feel sorry for them again."
She glanced at Dragon Scale, who was resting her head on Qin Wangchuan's lap, and lowered her voice.
They're all asleep.
He finished speaking, without waiting for Qin Wangchuan to reply.
She turned her face away and plopped down on the floor.
The incense smoke rose gently, its wisps of smoke swirling and mingling between the two.
The stinging pain that had been lurking deep within my meridians suddenly felt as if half of it had been taken away.
It has become much softer.
Instead, a faint tingling sensation emanated from the other end of the incense burner.
That was the pain that Qin Zhaoer had taken away, which transformed into another feeling within her.
Qin Wangchuan's expression gradually became somewhat subtle.
This tingling sensation... he knew that some people could experience a strange kind of pleasure from pain.
In other words, Eighth Sister, she???
Qin Wangchuan turned his head to look at her.
Qin Zhaoer noticed the gaze and her heart skipped a beat.
How could I have forgotten about that?
He didn't turn around or glance to the side; he just stared straight at the surface of the pool.
But the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
His fingers were slightly curled, resting on his knees, with a barely perceptible tremor at the fingertips.
Qin Wangchuan looked at the slight tremor and thought that he might be overthinking it.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"It doesn't hurt." Qin Zhaoer's voice was stiff, but the end of her sentence was slightly weak.
"Then why are you shaking?"
"Cold."
"You don't need to do this."
"Mind your own business, I'm happy to do it!"
After saying this, Qin Wangchuan fell silent.
The incense smoke curled upwards, swirling between the two men.
The wind stirred up tiny ripples on the surface of the pool, which then slowly subsided.
No one spoke again, but the silence was different from before.
It felt like something was slowly fermenting in the air.
At this moment, Ye Jianwei walked over from a distance.
She whispered in Qin Wangchuan's ear:
"Young Master, someone has reported that several unregistered items have appeared in the Divine Son's Treasury."
"But after a thorough investigation, it doesn't seem like there was any intrusion... Should we report this to the elders?"
After listening, Qin Wangchuan understood after a moment's thought.
They are ourselves from another time and space.
They said they would help me, and it turns out they're doing it this way.
Just thinking about it makes me picture that scene.
It was tossed casually over there, and fell from nowhere here.
This might be useful to him?
Deliver it, deliver it.
What about that one?
I don't know, but I still sent it over.
Like a group of squirrels hoarding food in their nest.
"Ignore it."
Although Ye Jianwei didn't know the intention behind it, she trusted the Young Master.
She nodded, turned around, and went to give the instructions.
The area around the pool fell silent again.
Ye Jianwei's words instantly dispelled any remaining ambiguity between them.
Qin Zhaoer glared at Ye Jianwei look.
Ye Jianwei could certainly sense the Resentment Qi gaze behind her.
But she didn't stop walking, nor did she turn her head; she just walked away.
Qin Zhaoer stared at empty air and had no choice but to look away.
My gaze fell back to the edge of the pool and I saw that the plate of sugar candy had been completely eaten, with not even a few crumbs left.
Her annoyance intensified.
It's all that dragon's fault.
It's all that maid's fault.
It's all because of...
He turned his head and his gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan's profile.
He was looking down at Dragon Scale, who was sleeping in his arms.
His brows were relaxed, his expression calm, revealing no superfluous emotions.
Looking at that profile, Qin Zhaoer's anger suddenly dissipated.
That's not bad either.
That's fine.
She silently comforted herself.
But at the same time, another voice rose from the depths of my heart, impossible to suppress—
That's not enough.
That's not enough.
That's far from enough.
Leisurely days pass quickly.
Aside from Qin Zhaoer's occasional harassment, the remaining task was settling things down in the True Dragon Realm.
However, Long Yue is truly capable.
Whether it's internally or externally.
From the resettlement of clansmen to the allocation of resources, everything was handled perfectly, no matter how small.
Qin Wangchuan was happy to have some free time, spending his days either studying cultivation techniques or absorbing the Heaven-Opening Qi.
He closed his eyes, and a semi-transparent panel unfolded before him.
The button remained quietly lit, emitting a faint glow.
[Start Trial]
He stared at those four words for a moment, silently calculating in his mind.
"Wait a few more days."
He didn't press it immediately, but instead put the panel away.
The Heaven-Opening Intent within me cannot simply remain untouched.
But before dispelling it, it's best to gain some insight.
Now that the injury has healed, there are naturally many people visiting.
During this period, I will receive visitors and handle any minor matters.
He remained calm and composed, as if he already knew what was going on.
On this day, Long Yue arrived.
She was still wearing that shimmering black scale dress, her hair was neatly styled, and she held a stack of documents in her hands. She looked completely businesslike from head to toe.