Hearing the youth's laughter, Shen Yue turned her face towards him with some confusion, as if she didn't understand what he was laughing about.
Of course, she had no idea that the seemingly innocent youth's heart had long been rotten. He happily hugged the frail Immortal Venerable, rubbing his shoulders against Shen Yue's like a little dog.
"Immortal Venerable, you are so good, I like you the most!"
Shen Yue stiffened from the intimate gesture. She couldn't help but bite her ruby-red lips. She didn't push him away immediately but waited three seconds before pushing the youth away.
However, the tips of her ears, hidden beneath her silver hair, had quietly turned half-red. The more composed her expression, the more conspicuous her red ear tips became.
Bi Lian's fingers, hanging by his side, gently rubbed, feeling a slight itch, wanting to reach out and touch.
Shen Yue asked, "Are you injured anywhere?"
Bi Lian was stunned and hurriedly searched his body for wounds. He finally found a small scratch on his arm from an accidental graze earlier.
Hugging his arm aggrievedly, the youth's voice was low, "Immortal Venerable, I'm bleeding here."
Shen Yue examined it and found that the wound was thinner than a needle, not even the size of a thumb joint. If he had waited a few more moments, the wound might have healed.
She said faintly, "Follow me."
Bi Lian obediently followed Shen Yue.
Upon returning to the sleeping quarters, Shen Yue took out a small medicine bottle from a cabinet and gave it to the youth, gently instructing, "Apply it once in the morning and evening, and it will heal in three days."
"Thank you, Immortal Venerable!"
Bi Lian looked at the white-robed immortal's gentle eyebrows and eyes, and her cold voice seemed to be imbued with an unbelievable warmth.
"Remember, don't forget."
Bi Lian touched his neck, his heartbeat uncontrollable, his ear tips burning hot, "Mm."
No one could resist the gentle emotions of the white-robed immortal. Her gentleness was too rare; when it suddenly softened, it was like the moon, which had always hung high in the sky, finally falling into the lake. Even knowing it was merely a reflection, one still wanted to desperately try to capture it.
He thought, so Shen Yue also shows favoritism to someone. Just a little bit more, and it's enough to make one greedily desire more.
Then, could he assume that he was unique in Shen Yue's heart?
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Bi Lian had already made Zinc Clear Hall his second home, constantly darting in there for no reason. Zinc Clear Hall had always been deserted, but with the youth's presence, it gained a touch of life.
This time, Bi Lian was picking peach blossoms from a tree when his nerves suddenly ached, and a voice sounded in his mind: "I miss Master..."
Bi Lian glanced at the basket, not enough, he needed to pick more. He carelessly said to the fool in his mind, "Oh, just think about it."
Rong Hua was very angry, and his emotions fluctuated greatly, causing Bi Lian's nerves to hurt even more. His originally slightly brightened expression instantly turned gloomy, and his voice became stern and full of murderous intent, "Fool, do you think I really have no way to kill you!"
Rong Hua, however, did not listen to what Bi Lian was saying, but obstinately and perversely said, "I miss Master... I want to see her..."
A ball of demonic energy appeared in Bi Lian's palm, and he raised it towards his forehead. The dense demonic energy made the other person inside his body unable to bear it. His aura was already very weak, and he had no way to contend with Bi Lian for the body. Under this powerful demonic energy, Rong Hua slowly, and by force, fell into a slumber.
Finally, the thoughts in his head quieted down, but Bi Lian's expression remained grim. He stared heavily at the peach blossom petals in the basket, feeling an urge to throw them away, but he held back.
This peach blossom soup had always been made by Rong Hua. He had no intention of trying to please Shen Yue; how could he make peach blossom soup for her?
But that fool was too insatiable, wanting to come out and embarrass himself, truly delusional!
He would absolutely not let this fool see Shen Yue!
Bi Lian decided to condescend and make a bowl of peach blossom soup today.
He wasn't doing it to please Shen Yue; he just didn't want to hear that fool's voice. Hearing that fool's voice always gave him a headache.
After convincing himself of this, Bi Lian picked a bit longer, picked up the basket, and went to make peach blossom soup.
After a great battle in the kitchen, Bi Lian finally made a decent bowl of peach blossom soup. He carried it carefully, unwilling to spill a single drop. This was his first time cooking, and it was also his first perfect creation. He had to ensure it was eaten by Shen Yue without a single drop spilled.
He arrived at the study and saw Shen Yue watering a withered leaf. He didn't pay it any mind, his eyes entirely focused on making Shen Yue eat the peach blossom soup in his hands. His voice became a bit excited, "Immortal Venerable, quickly come and taste the peach blossom soup I just made!"
Shen Yue put down what she was holding and looked over. Although peach blossom soup was delicious, after eating it for almost half a month, Shen Yue felt she was about to retch if she ate any more. However, she couldn't show it on the surface and had to eat it all with a normal expression.
She was truly terrified.
Shen Yue took the bowl but didn't eat it. Instead, she placed it aside. "Has your cultivation made any progress recently?"
Bi Lian's eyes couldn't help but glance at the peach blossom soup placed aside, and he casually replied perfunctorily, "It's alright, it's just like that."
He pointed eagerly at the bowl of peach blossom soup, "Immortal Venerable, please taste it quickly. It won't be good if it gets cold."
Peach blossom soup was naturally cool.
Shen Yue couldn't say more, so she silently accepted it, scooped a small spoonful with the spoon, chewed twice, and then paused, her fingertips turning slightly white.
The youth's expectant and anxious question reached her ears.
"Immortal Venerable, how is it? Is the taste good?"
Shen Yue no longer chewed but swallowed the mouthful. Her fingers tightened around the porcelain bowl, her face very pale, her lips very red. The white cloth covering her eyes, her graceful and noble appearance, her silver hair slightly falling to her chest. After a while, under the youth's hopeful gaze, she said with difficulty,
"It tastes good."
Although she said so, Shen Yue still didn't taste a second bite, instead stirring it continuously with the spoon.
Just as Bi Lian couldn't help but urge Shen Yue to eat, a magnetic male voice suddenly came from outside: "Disciple Jiang Ling pays respects to Master."
Bi Lian slightly raised his eyes, looked outside, his expression displeased.
He turned, wanting to ask Shen Yue if she would see the person outside, but as he turned, he noticed that the white-robed immortal's originally indifferent eyebrows and eyes were like a spring breeze in March, as if she were very happy.
Why wouldn't she be happy? Finally, someone had rescued her. He didn't know if the great villain had performed poorly today or if he had deliberately intended to assassinate her, which was why he had made this culinary disaster, wanting to send her on her way.
Shen Yue felt that if she ate one more bite, it would truly be life-threatening.
Bi Lian's good mood was immediately ruined by the expression Shen Yue revealed.