The Secret That Wasn't a Secret, Truly Opening Their Hearts to Qin Zhaoer

At this moment, Qin Zhaoer almost burst into tears.

But she held back, quickly turning her head away so he couldn't see her eyes.

"Didn't you leave...?" Her voice was filled with grievance.

Qin Wangchuan leaned closer and casually said, "You noticed someone's gaze and came back."

"Why did you come back...?"

"I don't know." He turned his head to look at her. "Just want some fresh air?"

"What's there to brag about..."

'She looks just like a wronged little wife.'

Qin Wangchuan thought to himself, then walked up to her, turned her turned face away and made her face towards him.

There were indeed tears in the corners of her eyes.

He sighed softly, ran his thumb over his face, and wiped away the tear.

"Look at you," Qin Wangchuan said softly, "You're like this again. Always on edge, so anxious, you panic at the slightest thing."

Even back in that trial world, he knew that Eighth Sister was actually an extremely fragile person.

But there was one question I couldn't ask back then.

Where has Qin Zhaoer gone, the one who used to be fearless and even dared to joke with the Old Ancestor?

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer's tears flowed even more profusely.

She slapped his hand away, crying and accusing him, "It's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, how could I have..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed with grievance.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say anything more.

He simply took half a step forward and pulled her into his arms.

At first she struggled, pounding and pushing with her little fists.

It can't be pushed away.

Her resistance gradually weakened until, in the end, she was the one who clung tightly to his collar, refusing to let go.

"You old geezer..."

"How could this happen... It hurts so much." Qin Zhaoer buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "Do you really enjoy making me worry so much? Do you really enjoy seeing me cry?"

"Can't you just behave... stop provoking me like this."

She cursed under her breath.

Qin Wangchuan without interrupting.

After the noise subsided, he picked the person up, placed them on the edge of the eaves, and sat down beside them.

After.

Qin Wangchuan gazed into the distance and began to speak to himself.

"I like the Eighth Sister from before."

This sentence Qin Zhaoer pause in surprise.

She had always believed that Qin Wangchuan didn't like her.

But the reality seems to be different.

Before she could react, Qin Wangchuan spoke again.

"The Qin Zhaoer of the past was domineering, arrogant, and had a face that begged to be punched."

She would kick anyone she saw, and she would overturn tables and smash bowls at the drop of a hat. She made the servants run around like crazy, and anyone who didn't do what she wanted would be severely punished.

"He's like a little tyrant that nobody can control."

At this point, Qin Wangchuan chuckled softly.

"Yet, it is precisely because of this that she is full of energy."

"Just looking at it gives me a sense of... realness of being in this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Qin Zhaoer.

His gaze was deep, as if it passed through the person in front of him and landed in a distant place.

"So, Eighth Sister, where did the Qin Zhaoer from before go?"

"What do I have to do... for you to come back?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Qin Zhaoer remained silent for a long time.

She slowly lowered her head, lost in thought.

Understood.

Everything became clear.

Why is it that even though they've been completely honest with each other and even done those kinds of things, there's still an invisible barrier between them?

Now that I think about it carefully...

They never even had a single truly heart-to-heart talk.

Qin Wangchuan remained silent, gazing quietly into the distance.

He was the first to realize this.

So he didn't mention anything about the trial world, but instead first explained why he liked her.

Everything became clear.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhaoer curled up her legs, wrapped her arms around herself, hugged herself into a small ball, and rested her chin on her knees.

After a long pause, she slowly revealed a secret.

"Actually... I've fantasized about you more than once."

"Fantasy... object?"

Qin Wangchuan frowned, not reacting for a moment.

Or perhaps, they realized it, but just couldn't believe that Eighth Sister was really that kind of person.

Meeting his gaze, she lowered her head even further, her face flushed red.

"It's that kind of feeling! Thinking about you... doing things with me that make my heart race and my face flush!"

I'm going all in.

She simply spoke out loud, and then confidently turned the tables on him.

"What, it's not okay!"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head helplessly.

"I really can't believe you're this kind of person, Eighth Sister."

"If you had those kinds of thoughts, it's all because of you..." Qin Zhaoer muttered, hesitated for a moment, and then revealed another secret.

"Also, I... I like being spanked."

"Actually, it seems like more than that. Anyway, I like anything that's a little painful."

"Hey! You can't call me a pervert!" she retorted, her neck stiff with anger and embarrassment. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't always beaten me when I was little, would I have developed this problem?!"

Qin Wangchuan, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm.

"I know."

"Huh? When did you find out?"

Qin Wangchuan immediately laughed.

"You made it so obvious in the trial world, and you're asking me how I knew?"

"Hey--You're not allowed to laugh!"

The two immediately started fighting.

They didn't actually hit each other, but they were definitely twisted together.

Qin Zhaoer lay in Qin Wangchuan's arms, and the two talked about everything in the trial world.

The eaves of Willow Creek Town, the porridge on the stove, the Jujube Tree in the yard that he had cursed countless times.

She spoke slowly, one thing at a time, as if afraid of missing anything.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly.

When he heard that the Jujube Tree was ultimately buried with him, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

Why bother?

Hearing that she had died alone in despair, he raised his hand and touched Qin Zhaoer's head.

Then, the two talked for a long time.

In the end.

Inevitably, the conversation returned to that matter.

Qin Zhaoer tilted her head back and asked, "What can I do to make you stop hurting me?"

Qin Wangchuan, however, asked a question in return.

"How can you stop being so anxious and become the energetic Eighth Sister you used to be?"

The answer, in fact, has long been self-evident.

Finally, Qin Zhaoer nestled in his arms and gazed at him quietly.

She tried her best to appear calm, but her slightly trembling eyes betrayed her underlying anxiety and uncertainty.

"Qin Wangchuan, let's be together."

"Just like in the trials."

Qin Wangchuan did not answer.

That silence Qin Zhaoer panic.

She resorted to the same method she used in the trials, counting things one by one on her fingers.

"Think about it, my cooking skills are right here, you've been eating here for so long, you'd definitely not be used to eating someone else's cooking all of a sudden."

"Furthermore! My Peach Blossom Disaster Body, is not like the mortal body I had in the trial world."

"If we cultivate together two or three times a day, our cultivation levels will definitely rise rapidly!"

"Besides, I'm taking care of your daily needs; isn't that protecting you? You'd be complaining about having a free Dao Protector?"

In the end, Qin Zhaoer simply resorted to shamelessness.

"Anyway, you've explored and played with every inch of my body, inside and out, so I'll never get married."

"I'm sticking with you, so what!"