"Junior sister, did you remember something from your past?"
Xie Jun frowned deeply and swept her gaze toward him, her eyes seeming to say-
Are you an idiot?
"That's an illness. Get it treated."
"...Having a sharp tongue is an illness too. You should get that treated."
The young woman flicked her sword up, pressing its tip between Xiao Qinghe's brows.
"Who are you calling ill?"
"...Me. I meant lil' ol' me."
"Hmph!"
"..."
This one was nothing like advertised!
Give me back my sweet, kind junior sister! Aaaah!
Xiao Qinghe looked at the peach tree, ravaged so badly that men would fall silent and women would weep, and felt a pang of sympathy for the original novel's devoted doormat.
Xie Jun seemed quite pleased with the sight of peach blossoms adorning his head and snapped off another sprig.
Seeing Xiao Qinghe's conflicted expression, she asked in a low voice, "Do you like them?"
What was with that dangerous tone?
Xiao Qinghe meekly replied, "This peach tree was planted for our junior sister. She likes peach blossoms, and Master likes Peach Blossom Wine..."
"Who cares about them? I'm asking about you."
"I like peonies, hahaha..."
"Oh." With an indifferent expression, Xie Jun plucked every peach blossom off Xiao Qinghe's head.
Xiao Qinghe: "???"
"Ugly."
"..."
Hah. Women!
Silently cradling an armful of peach blossoms, Xiao Qinghe returned to the little wooden cabin.
The Cultivation World was hardly friendly to weaklings, but fortunately, it had every kind of tool imaginable.
Wasn't this paradise for the hopelessly clumsy?
Xiao Qinghe rolled up his sleeves and, with practiced ease, reached to put on his homemade apron.
Then he noticed Xie Jun leaning against the window, watching him.
With interest, and the hint of a smile.
Xiao Qinghe silently put down the girly apron,