All Flowers in Their Many Forms (4)

Teng Zisu naturally knew that his excuse about "sleepwalking" was hardly a clever one. Seeing that True Person Yu Qing did not pursue the matter, he was already deeply grateful and hurriedly took the opportunity to bid farewell. "Sect Master Yuqing, Fellow Daoist Shen, we have truly imposed upon you today. The sect master has many affairs to attend to, so we shall take our leave first and settle into the guest quarters."

Holding the child in his arms, he was about to turn and leave.

Yet the little bundle in his arms began to squirm restlessly. One tiny hand clutched tightly at the fabric over his chest, while the other pointed at Shen Yuxi, who had been standing silently to one side with an indifferent expression. In a sweet childish voice, he said:

"Grandpa Teng, I want to live with that handsome big brother!"

The little bundle tipped up his face, his glossy black eyes filled with pure affection and anticipation.

At those words, Teng Zisu's round face instantly froze, and invisible black lines nearly rose from his forehead. He quickly lowered his voice to coax him. "Xi'er, don't make trouble! Fellow Daoist Shen needs to cultivate in peace. How can you disturb him? Do not be willful!"

As he spoke, he cast apologetic looks at True Person Yu Qing and Shen Yuxi.

True Person Yu Qing merely smiled and pretended not to hear. Though he was Shen Yuxi's elder, he could not agree to such a private matter on Shen Yuxi's behalf.

It's not that I'm unwilling to sleep with children, Shen Yuxi silently thought, with a strange pity and teasing amusement born of seeing through fate. *But this child is a naturally dark little puppy top who's younger than me. The risk factor of living under the