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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Seventy-Six: That Night You Did Not Reject Me
"Is there anyone who bandages like this? He’s bleeding so much and you’re just patting him? Let me handle it." Softy pushed the door open and rudely shoved Kong Xuan aside.
Kong Xuan stepped out, making a gesture towards Lang Ye: I knew she was outside; how could she come in without adding some drama?
Lang Ye gritted his teeth: "Get lost already!"
"Don't move. Do you think you're made of iron?" Softy squatted down and used scissors to cut away the fabric below Lang Ye's knees, then gently wiped the dried blood with a cloth dipped in clean water.
Softy's dark hair resembled a soft flower, exuding a unique fragrance that only girls possess. Lang Ye greedily inhaled; this was his remedy, allowing him to forget all his pain, even if it hurt more, he felt content.
"Mr. Dongfang's medicine works well; I'll apply it for you."
Her soft fingers touched his skin, causing Lang Ye's heart to race; she had gone to Dongfang Muze for medicine.
"Hey, your wound isn't here."
After wiping away the blood, Softy discovered that apart from the thick hair on his calves, there were no injuries.
"It's on my thigh; just let Kong Xuan take care of it."
"Her? She doesn’t look like someone who can help." Softy hesitated. Lang Ye was injured while saving her, so she couldn’t ignore him. The three in the shrine were all women; although Kong Xuan was family, she wasn’t reliable at all. An injury there was rather awkward, but she couldn’t just leave it alone. Softy bit her lip; it didn’t matter if it was just a thigh injury.
"Where is the wound?"
Lang Ye remained silent. After Softy asked twice without a response, she raised her voice suddenly: "Where is the wound?" She feared that if too much time passed, her courage would fade away.
Lang Ye pressed his knee up about ten centimeters on the inner thigh. "Here."
Softy let out a sigh of relief, glad it wasn't the upper thigh.
Softy then cut off the pant leg below that area and cleaned it up, revealing a scar that looked like a child's mouth.
Softy gasped; she couldn't imagine how this man could still smile so nonchalantly despite such a serious injury.
The light green ointment, fragrant with the scent of grass, was applied by Softy's fingers onto Lang Ye's wound. The process was beautiful, but only Lang Ye knew the extent of his pain. He felt this was definitely a scheme by Dongfang Muze. How could it hurt so much?!
Lang Ye clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, glistening on his Adam's apple and collarbone. Softy watched his trembling muscles and couldn't help but raise her head to ask in a quivering voice, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lang Ye strained his neck and swallowed hard before managing to say, "It doesn't hurt; you don't need to worry."
"But you've sweated a lot," Softy said as she used her handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his neck.
Lang Ye's muscles trembled all over, not from pain this time, but from excitement. It felt as if there was a grand garden blooming in his heart, filling the air with fragrance.
"Softy." Calling out her name made Lang Ye's tongue tremble.
"Is it very uncomfortable?"
"No, no, it's not so painful now."
Of course, it still hurt, but this guy, filled with desire, unexpectedly began to stir under Softy's serious application of medicine.
Lang Ye quickly grabbed the large red cushion from the chair and pressed it on top: Damn it, you really know how to pick your moments to get excited. Go down, go down, go down.
Seeing him grit his teeth and sweat profusely, Softy thought she had hurt him and became even gentler with her work. She even blew lightly while applying the medicine.
This is really not seduction!
All the blood rushed to that sinful place, and Lang Ye almost wanted to tear off Abuse Root. He closed his eyes and silently recited, "Form Is Emptiness..."
The visual shock faded, but the senses of smell and touch became more acute, as if little ants were crawling on his skin, making him feel discomfort deep in his bones.
When will this torture end?
"Softy, that's enough. You can go to sleep now."
"Okay, just apply the bandage again and it will be fine."
"No, it's okay. I can do it myself."
"Are you afraid of pain? Mr. Dongfang said that although it hurts now, it will heal faster."
"Listen, isn't Tang Zisu calling you?"
"No way, she fell asleep a long time ago."
"Then could it be Jumping? I heard someone talking."
"No, it's late at night. There's no one around; you might be hearing things."
I'm not hearing things; I'm just imagining.
Finally, after she finished bandaging, Lang Ye's fingers had already poked a hole in the cushion. He let out a sigh and said, "Alright, I'm going to sleep now. You can go back."
"And your shoulder."
"Kong Xuan has already taken care of that for me. I'm tired, good night."
"Alright then, I'm leaving. You should rest well."
Watching Softy’s delicate figure stand up and walk towards the door, Lang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
Suddenly, Softy turned back, reached out, and snatched the mat: "You broke this, I'm going to fix it."
Lang Ye instinctively covered Little Wolf with his hand, feeling utterly miserable.
Softy seemed stunned by the situation before her. She looked at Lang Ye for about half a stick of incense's worth of time, then swung the mat hard against Lang Ye's head: "Silver Demon, go die!"
The scream echoed loudly, piercing through the night. Tang Zisu, who hadn’t really fallen asleep, groggily sat up and asked, "What happened?"
For Lang Ye, this was a day he would never forget. The most tragic thing in life isn’t when you apply medicine for me while I’m distracted; it’s when I’m distracted and you catch me off guard. Why can’t I just die!
After the medicine incident, Softy kept her distance from Lang Ye even more—no, it was more like she had developed an extreme aversion to him. Living under the same roof yet acting as if they were strangers. However, there was one thing that brought Lang Ye some comfort: ever since the day after he got hurt, Dongfang Muze said he had something to do and left. So even if Softy ignored him, he could temporarily relax his vigilance.
Kong Xuan and Tang Zisu didn’t continue their awkwardness; they were just overly polite. In any case, the Shrine was filled with an eerie atmosphere, only coming to life when Jumping arrived.
Since that day when Lang Ye defeated Jumping, she felt embarrassed at first but later came to terms with it after Little Fish's advice and began to admire Lang Ye. She clung to him every day asking him to teach her martial arts, which annoyed Lang Ye to no end; he could only give her a few pointers.
One day, while Lang Ye was holding Jumping's hand teaching her the stance for drawing a sword, Softy saw this and turned pale. She threw all the vegetable leaves in her hand at Lang Ye's face: "Despicable and shameless!" Then she grabbed Jumping and ran away.
Lang Ye crushed the vegetable leaves in anger and shouted wildly: "What did I do wrong?"
Softy pulled Jumping into the kitchen and whispered, "Stay away from him in the future; he’s not a good person."
"Mi Ruanruan, are you sick? He’s teaching me martial arts."
"Foolish girl, can't you see he's trying to take advantage of you?"
"I don't feel anything at all; you're just overthinking it."
"Oh dear, Zhu Tiao Tiao, you're really clueless. He's quite the rogue."
"Haha, Softy, Master Langye is a very upright person. There are plenty of girls who like him; why would he go after a tomboy like me?"
"You, I'm not talking to you anymore. Just be careful around him."
"Softy, do you have some misunderstanding with him?"
"No misunderstanding; it's either him or me."
Jumping gasped in shock. How could this gentle and virtuous girl be even more ruthless than I am!
Jumping suddenly remembered something: "Softy, your birthday is coming up soon, right?"
Softy furrowed her brows and said softly, "What birthday?"
"Whose birthday?" Tang Zisu asked from outside with a laugh.
Jumping replied, "It's Softy's; her birthday is the day after tomorrow."
"Really? Softy, we should celebrate it properly."
"What is there to celebrate? High Priestess, stop joking around."
"This isn't a joke! You, me, Jumping, and let's invite Little Fish Kong Xuan and Lang Ye. The six of us will celebrate your birthday together. It's settled! You just prepare the food for that day; I'll handle the rest."
Tang Zisu found Kong Xuan chatting with Lang Ye after leaving and mentioned Softy's birthday. Kong Xuan said, "This is a good thing. Let's prepare a gift for Softy. Lang Ye, it seems there is a misunderstanding between you and Softy; you should take this opportunity to show your best side."
Lang Ye stiffened his neck and remained silent, then limped back to his room.
Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan stood under the large tree in the backyard, feeling somewhat awkward.
"Tang Zisu."
"Kong Xuan."
Both spoke at the same time.
"You go first." Kong Xuan handed the chair Lang Ye had been sitting on to Tang Zisu.
Tang Zisu did not sit down; instead, she asked, "What did you say to Lang Ye just now? Why did you stop talking when I arrived?"
"I was afraid of scaring you. Peacock Valley seems peaceful now, but the Candle Dragon has not been eliminated. They have also prohibited everyone from going up the mountain to hunt or gather herbs. Lang Ye heard from the girls who came to see him that the villagers are full of complaints."
"Yes, the people of Peacock Valley have relied on the mountains for generations. Now that they can't go up, it's truly cutting off their livelihood. Is it really impossible for them to go?"
The sunlight was slightly warm today, casting a golden glow on their faces and bodies, creating a lazy feeling that spread from their hearts to their limbs, making the atmosphere more harmonious.
"No, it's too dangerous for them to go. The biggest danger right now is that they refuse to listen to any reassurances. I've heard that many of them have abandoned Ksitigarbha and turned to worship a Mountain God Temple instead, believing that as long as they drink the talisman water given by the Mountain Deity, they can safely go up the mountain. I'm thinking of finding an opportunity to check it out."
"No way, that's too dangerous; I won't allow it." Tang Zisu said anxiously.
Kong Xuan raised his hand to touch her face: "Do you not have faith in me?"
Tang Zisu bit her lip and said hurriedly, "Kong Xuan, it's not that I don't trust you; it's just that so much has happened recently. I have a bad feeling that even more terrifying enemies have yet to emerge. We don't know what else we might encounter. Although you are highly skilled, you are still human and vulnerable. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Kong Xuan accidentally pinched her chin and said, "Worried about me? Alright, let's not talk about that for now. Let's think about what gift to give Softy."
Tang Zisu remained silent for a moment before finally nodding. It was inevitable; Kong Xuan, I won't hide behind you. What I'm thinking is to stand shoulder to shoulder with you against the enemy.
At night, Lang Ye arrived under the Osmanthus Tree and dug a deep hole until he found the pearls given by Mei Xiao. He wanted to personally thread a pearl flower to give to Softy.
However, reality was harsh; despite his efforts, he still couldn't manage to thread a pearl flower, and in frustration, he pulled out several strands of hair.
The next day, Lang Ye limped out and didn't return until after sunset. Softy angrily mixed all the leftover food—sweet, spicy, and salty—together and said, "Coming back so late means you don't need to eat."
Lang Ye shouted towards the kitchen, "Actually, I've already eaten."
Softy immediately felt something rise in her nose—both sour and bitter. She slammed the coarse pottery plate down and coldly returned to her room.
Lang Ye walked in and stared at the cracks on the plate for a long time. When he picked it up, it broke into two halves with a loud crack!
Is this how you treat a plate?
Softy's birthday celebration was set for the evening. Jumping and Tang Zisu went to the kitchen to help. Jumping swiftly chopped down on chicken legs when she suddenly remembered something. Lowering her voice, she said, "Let me tell you something that will crack you up, haha!"
Jumping usually had a loud voice but rarely gossiped, so what she was about to share must be explosive. The other two women put down their tasks and leaned in closer. Jumping mysteriously winked, "My master went to recruit yesterday from morning till night. I heard he called over a dozen girls—so impressive!"
"Master? Which master?" Tang Zisu's eyes sparkled; juicy gossip was simply irresistible.
"Of course it's Lang Ye! The Eastern Master isn't around!"
Softy's face had just been smiling a moment ago but turned dark instantly. She coldly snorted, "How shameless! Jumping, how could you take such a person as your master?"
"What’s wrong with that? Youth is meant for fun! My master isn't married anyway. Besides, those women are throwing themselves at him—haha, isn't that wild?" Jumping laughed lewdly.
Tang Zisu thoughtfully rested her chin on her hand, considering the question seriously. As a man, having the luxury of enjoying the company of multiple partners might be acceptable, but as a woman, such men are truly detestable.
"Hmph, scoundrel, don't let me sit at the same table as him; just looking at him makes me sick." Softy picked up the kitchen knife from the cutting board and brutally chopped at the chicken's backside, showing an extreme level of cruelty.
Tang Zisu exchanged glances with Jumping Noodles and then quietly walked away.
Dinner was particularly lavish. Under Tang Zisu's guidance, Softy prepared dishes from the future, while Little Fish brought several jars of Osmanthus wine, claiming that no one would return home sober.
Softy looked at Lang Ye, who was sitting diagonally across from her, and felt a wave of nausea in her stomach. It took all her years of enduring grievances to finally sit down.
Everyone poured wine into their cups. Tang Zisu raised hers: "Come on, let's all raise our glasses to celebrate our gentle, beautiful, virtuous, and kind girl Mi Ruanruan on her eighteenth birthday! May she soon marry a suitable husband!"
The candlelight illuminated everyone's sincere blessings and smiles, except for that barbarian. After finishing the first cup of wine, everyone took out their gifts. Jumping presented a pair of embroidered shoes; the idea was from her brother, and the product was made by her stepmother. She only had to deliver them and also managed to collect Softy's thanks. Little Fish's gift was an embroidered ribbon, also crafted by Jumping's stepmother. Tang Zisu's gift was quite special; it was a cookbook she had written herself. As a foodie in this ancient time where many dishes were unavailable, she felt it necessary to document her longed-for recipes for Softy to study. Truly beneficial for both parties—she must commend the girl for being so clever and resourceful. Kong Xuan gifted her a small knife adorned with tiny diamonds on its sheath; it looked very expensive. Tang Zisu felt a pang of jealousy; last time she mentioned Night Pearl, he didn't give it to her either—what a stingy Old Demon!
When it was Lang Ye's turn, he felt nervous. As his hand reached into his pocket, Softy quickly said, "You don't need to bother; you're injured and still so busy."
Lang Ye's hand felt trapped between his clothes; he was quite embarrassed.
Tang Zisu hurriedly came to his rescue: "Lang Ye, hurry up and show us what you've got. Softy, you shouldn't worry about him; he's quite wealthy."
For the first time, Lang Ye found Kong Xuan's Silly Goose to be so cute and kind-hearted. He pulled out a small intricately carved wooden box and handed it to Softy.
Softy stared at the box as if it were a toad that had jumped onto the dining table. Then she grabbed it and threw it away while angrily shouting at Lang Ye for being a scoundrel who would use something that belonged to another woman to disgust her. That absolutely could not happen! However soft-hearted and kind Softy was, she opened the box under everyone's expectant gazes.
Inside lay a butterfly-shaped hairpin made of pearls—real pearls that were lustrous and plump; it looked incredibly expensive!
"Wow, it's so beautiful! You can tell it's not plastic," Tang Zisu exclaimed with sparkling eyes, envious beyond measure.
Softy quickly closed the lid and pushed it back to Lang Ye: "It's too precious; I can't accept it."
"Speaking of Precious, it doesn't show any sign of being precious at all; it clearly shows disdain."
"No, Softy, this thing isn't worth anything."
"Then I definitely can't take it. Do you think I'm some kind of easy girl who can be fooled with anything?" It turns out Softy can also be sharp-tongued and willful.
"No, the beads are real, but I didn't do a good job. I didn't let anyone wear them because I was afraid you wouldn't like them."
Kong Xuan looked down on the incoherent Wolf King. Where did your usual smooth-talking bravado go? You're just a little girl, and you've become so timid; it's really embarrassing for the demon realm.
"Lang Ye, you can wear this too. After all these years, when have you ever worn one for me?" Despite the disdain, Kong Xuan still wanted to help him.
"I just learned it. I spent all day yesterday learning, and my hands are all pricked." The Wolf King raised his paw to show Softy the needle holes, but Softy got up to pour tea for Tang Zisu and didn't even glance at him—what a coincidence.
"So you spent all day yesterday just learning how to string beads? Didn't you call over a dozen girls to work from morning till night without eating or sleeping?" Jumping felt very disappointed.
"Jumping, what nonsense are you talking about?" Little Fish quickly tried to stop Jumping.
"Shut up. The men are talking; why are you butting in?" Today, Jumping was gentle with Little Fish, but who is a man and who is a woman?
Pfft, Tang Zisu laughed so hard she almost cried. She couldn't imagine Lang Ye delicately stringing beads with his fingers. "Lang Ye, you're really skilled. Softy, quickly thank him! Whether the beads are worth anything is another matter; this intention is especially precious."
"Then I definitely can't take it; I'll keep it to give to someone else. I'm going to check if the soup in the kitchen is ready." Softy got up and slipped into the kitchen without leaving a trace.
Kong Xuan patted Lang Ye on the shoulder: "Brother, take care of yourself."
When the needle pricked his hand, Lang Ye only felt excitement and hope; now the words hurt more than the needle prick.
Tang Zisu stood up: "You all eat first; I'm going to check on Softy."
Softy stood under the Osmanthus Tree, the place Ahei loved most, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking slightly, clearly crying in secret.
“Softy, today is your birthday; crying is bad luck.”
“High Priestess, where do you think Ahei has gone?”
Girl, your Ahei is right in front of you, a tall, handsome, wealthy guy. Why are you still thinking about a dog?
“Ahem, Softy, listen to me. Ahei is not a dog; he is a wolf. He can't stay in our world all the time; he has gone home to live the life he wants in the mountains and forests. If you really like him, let him go and fulfill his wishes!” Tang Zisu admired her own dramatic flair; it seemed that watching melodramatic TV shows wasn't in vain—this line was fantastic!
“Really? But it's so dangerous in the mountains now.”
“Is it safe here? Don’t forget that there are always people who want to kill him. Softy, don’t be sad; one day he will come to see you.”
“Hmm.”
“Softy, do you really dislike Lang Ye that much? Or is there some misunderstanding?” Tang Zisu skillfully shifted the topic to Lang Ye, truly a caring sister.
“Do you all like him? That man is rude, arrogant, and annoying just to look at.” As soon as Lang Ye was mentioned, Softy became defensive, turning into an indomitable little sharp knife.
“No, he’s handsome and strong with a lot of masculinity. He also knows how to take care of girls. Plus, he’s thoughtful; instead of just asking for something, he learns to make bead flowers to surprise you. He’s truly a gentle man at heart.”
“High Priestess, you don’t like him, do you?” Softy’s tears were blown dry by the wind; now the wind was blowing into her eyes.
“You’re really something! Why would I like him? Alright, it’s cold outside; let’s take our beautiful birthday cake back inside. It’s not easy for everyone to celebrate your birthday!”
Tang Zisu finally coaxed Softy back inside while carrying a golden, crispy round cake.
Tang Zisu cut the cake into six pieces and handed one to each person. Then she clapped her hands and said, “Everyone, since we don’t have a birthday cake, we’ll use this birthday pie instead. When eating your piece, take your time because there might be lucky notes inside with fun things written on them. Be sure to read out loud anything with words and follow through—that's part of the game to celebrate Softy’s birthday. Now dig in!”
Kong Xuan frowned while holding the cake, wondering how this Silly Goose could come up with so many tricks. "Tang Zisu, what have you written?"
Tang Zisu winked at him. "Just eat it, and you'll find out."
Jumping, impatient, quickly figured it out. She looked at the note in anger; it turned out she had to put shoes on the person to her left.
"Put shoes on? I might as well chop off Little Rascal's feet."
Indeed, to her left was Little Fish, which was quite a coincidence.
Everyone laughed and clapped as they watched Jumping bend down. Little Fish felt uncomfortable and raised his hand. "Can we switch? I'll put shoes on Jumping."
The other two men present wanted to throw up at his words: being so considerate was less useful than going home in a bellyband to take care of kids!
Jumping pointed the shoe print at his chest. "Put shoes on for me? I think you just want to take advantage."
Little Fish replied, "You, my dear lady, walk around barefoot in the summer and often step on my back; that's taking advantage!"
In the end, Little Fish had a pained expression as the fierce woman took off his shoes and put them back on. They were still the same shoes, but they felt like tiny ones, squeezing his toes together painfully.
Little Fish, Kong Xuan, and Lang Ye hadn’t eaten anything. Softy looked at the note in her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it aside. "This is worthless."
Little Fish picked up the note and unfolded it. "Drink a toast with the person opposite you. Opposite... is Lang Ye."
Softy's face turned as red as a cherry. She shot a fierce glare at Lang Ye, making her intentions clear: if you dare, I will bite you to death.
Lang Ye felt immensely grateful to Tang Zisu's ancestors but was also scared that Softy might go to the kitchen for a knife to cut him up.
However, everyone was in high spirits, especially Kong Xuan. Lang Ye couldn’t understand why the cold and noble Peacock Great Ming King was so lively; he insisted that the two of them drink together.
Lang Ye filled his cup and stood up, while Softy shrank back cautiously, her obvious resistance making one feel heartbroken.
Lang Ye waved his hand confidently, "Everyone, stop messing around. I'll drink for Softy and wish her all her wishes come true." After downing two cups of liquor, Lang Ye raised his glass, looking incredibly handsome.
"Master, you are a real man," Jumping said, using the phrase learned from Tang Zisu.
Originally, things could have ended there, but Softy was ungrateful. She poured herself a drink and said, "I can drink my own liquor; I don't need your unnecessary concern."
It's hard to be a good person these days; good intentions often go unappreciated!
Softy couldn't handle the alcohol and started coughing. Lang Ye watched her nervously, his eyes filled with concern.
When Softy looked up, she met those deep black eyes that seemed to see right through her with warmth. The familiar feeling washed over her like the tide slowly encroaching on the beach. "These eyes clearly belong to Ahei."
Softy's eyes glistened with emotion as she touched her racing heart and shouted, "Tell me, did you eat Ahei or not?"
Lang Ye: .......
Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan: .......
Jumping and Little Fish: .......
So it turns out that being handsome doesn't guarantee being good; Lang Ye began to regret why he had bothered to become human. The sight of a wolf cooking scrambled eggs was too much to bear.
Tang Zisu felt it was time for her to showcase her talent for lightening the mood: "Who has the last note? Come on, who is it?"
Everyone looked at her: "It's you."
Tang Zisu quickly pulled out the note and read it aloud: "Say something heartfelt to the person on your right."
What is this thing, who wrote it?
Tang Zisu shouted, almost furious, wondering who was so reckless to create such a situation, it was clearly a confession.
Everyone's eager eyes were fixed on her: "It's you."
Tang Zisu took a deep breath, well, this is what you call self-inflicted misery!
Wait, who is that person on the right? Softy? Jumping? No, it seems to be Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan? Oh my god, how could it be him? I strongly demand a change of seats.
Kong Xuan smiled at her, the Silly Goose: "Tang Zisu, what’s on your mind?"
"My, my thoughts are to turn you from a rich beauty into a dark, chubby one in an instant!" Tang Zisu blurted out another line that no one understood.
"Forget it, I'll say it. Tang Zisu, I like you."
Wow, he confessed! Kong Xuan confessed. Who is he confessing to? Tang Zisu looked around in confusion. Kong Xuan pinched her cheek and softly said: "Silly Goose, what are you looking for?"
"Looking for who you like."
"Right here," Kong Xuan said as he held her hand under the table, gently scratching her palm.
Oh, this must be a misunderstanding, or maybe he is just drunk.
Except for Lang Ye, everyone thought Kong Xuan was a woman, so they treated it as a joke. Lang Ye was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to care about Kong Xuan. So the children with their own concerns raised their glasses and drank happily or unhappily; in any case, they were having a great time.
By the time they dispersed, everyone was drunk!
Jumping dragged Little Fish home, who leaned against her shoulder with a silly smile, seemingly lost in some whimsical thoughts.
Lang Ye carried the drunk Softy back to the room, then, just like Ahei, comfortably lay down beside her and fell asleep.
Only Kong Xuan and Tang Zisu remained.
Tang Zisu was quietly drunk, staring at Kong Xuan with her big, wet eyes.
Kong Xuan pinched her little nose: "Time to sleep."
"Mm." Silly Goose obediently agreed and swayed back to her room.
As soon as she entered, she began to undress, particularly uninhibited.
Kong Xuan held her hands down: "Tang Zisu, stop undressing and go to sleep."
"How can I sleep without taking off my clothes? You should take yours off too." After saying this, Tang Zisu skillfully helped Kong Xuan remove her outer garment.
Kong Xuan was at a loss for words. Holding Tang Zisu's hands, she said in a hushed voice, "If you keep misbehaving, I won't hold back."
"Misbehaving?" Tang Zisu tilted her head, seriously considering the meaning of the term. Her big, shiny eyes and slightly parted lips made her look adorably foolish. Kong Xuan could no longer remain calm and turned to press her against the door.
"You..." Tang Zisu opened her mouth but had her tongue caught by Kong Xuan, swallowing everything she wanted to say without it even passing through her ears.
With the alcohol taking over, all rationality was thrown out the window. The notions of dignity and boundaries faded away as Tang Zisu was embraced by Kong Xuan, rolling from the door to the bed, sharing a passionate kiss that nearly left them breathless.
Breathing heavily, Tang Zisu's chest rose and fell dramatically, her rosy lips glistening with moisture. Kong Xuan, propping herself up, looked down at Tang Zisu, covering her eyes with a hand: "Silly Goose, if you keep looking at me like that, I can't guarantee what will happen."
In a playful move, Tang Zisu flipped over and actually pinned Kong Xuan beneath her. She traced the contours of Beauty's face with her fingers: "I will make sure something happens." As soon as she finished speaking, she ripped open Kong Xuan's top.
It was truly exceptionally bold!
Kong Xuan first widened his eyes and then squinted, curling his lips as he waited for something to happen with Silly Goose.
Tang Zisu was feeling around with her hands, her movements quite inappropriate. Kong Xuan tickled her, laughing loudly, "What are you touching? I don't have any gold on me."
"Don't move, I'm looking for a wound." Tang Zisu's little face was particularly serious, so the orange divine horse was merely Ming Wang's fantasy.
Kong Xuan tilted his body, grabbing Tang Zisu's hand and placing it on his back. "It's here; it's already healed."
Tang Zisu's eyes were a bit blurry as she looked at Kong Xuan and Bai Xi's slim waist and back. She raised her hand and slapped him, "Be honest; moving around makes my head spin!"
Who is really moving around? Are you sure that twisting around on a man who is disheveled below the neck won't lead to trouble?
Finally finding the wound, a long gash stretched from his shoulder to his waist. The demon race had strong recovery abilities, and with Mei Xiao's elixir, it no longer looked terrifying. However, it was like a stroke on a masterpiece; no matter how well it was repaired, it would still be regrettable to have marred such flawless beauty.
The person on him suddenly fell silent. Kong Xuan thought she had played enough and fallen asleep. Just as he was about to get up, Tang Zisu's large tears fell unexpectedly.
"Tang Zisu..."
"Don't say anything; let me cry for a while." Tang Zisu simply lay on Kong Xuan and began to cry loudly.
"Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm the Demon King; this little injury is nothing."
"How can it be nothing? You feel pain and bleed too. You ignored me for those few days when you were hurt. I couldn't do anything; I couldn't even say a comforting word. Kong Xuan, you're a bad person; I hate you."
"Alright, alright, I'm the bad person; I hate you." As the words left his mouth, Kong Xuan was startled by his own gentleness. Was this still the Peacock King?
"For those few days, nothing tasted good to me. The soup dumplings weren't fragrant, the osmanthus cake wasn't sweet, and even the stinky tofu didn't smell. Did you put something in my food?"
Kong Xuan felt a mix of emotions, realizing how much she meant to herself.
As the lights gradually dimmed, the last firework fizzled out. Outside, the wind rustled the branches, and Tang Zisu's cries slowly faded until they were barely audible, occasionally interrupted by soft sobs. Kong Xuan gently pulled her close, wrapping her tightly in an embrace.
In the darkness, Kong Xuan cupped Tang Zisu's chin with one hand and carefully traced her features with her fingers. This face was so familiar that she could draw every smile and frown even with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her fingers paused at Tang Zisu's earlobe.
The girl with lowered brows and a faint smile was not Tang Zisu; despite having the same face, there was a significant difference. Tang Zisu was vibrant—her confusion, anger, silly laughter, and cuteness were all facets that could not be easily captured.
Kong Xuan felt a bit restless; her movements became less gentle. Tang Zisu whimpered and nestled closer, wrapping a leg tightly around Kong Xuan's waist.
With a sigh, Kong Xuan pressed delicate kisses on Silly Goose's face and body. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air under the bright moonlight. Tonight was for tonight's matters, disregarding past troubles and future uncertainties, focusing solely on the beautiful person in her arms.
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Tang Zisu remembered a song that went something like, "You got me drunk; you didn't refuse me..." Who could tell her what had really happened?
She woke up to Softy's calling (which was clearly a 'call'). Sitting up abruptly, she exclaimed, "Is there a fire?" After saying that, she felt a headache and hugged her head, only to realize she wasn't wearing any clothes!
Not wearing clothes was one thing, but what were all these red strawberry marks?!
The culprit was nowhere to be found as Tang Zisu hurriedly got dressed. Pulling back the orchid curtains from the window, she saw the perpetrator standing with hands behind their back, watching a fight unfold.
The attacker had disheveled hair and swung a rolling pin with great enthusiasm, looking ready to flatten the victim into dough before boiling them. The victim ran barefoot with an exposed chest, tall yet appearing like a bullied wife, shouting, "Kong Xuan, you don't have a sister like this! Come save me!"
Kong Xuan picked a flower from Autumn Frost Flower and scoffed, "Serves you right! Softy, hit him harder! I’ve got your back! Shameless jerk."
It was clear they weren't biological siblings; their cruelty was evident.
Tang Zisu burst into laughter. Watching such absurd comedy unfold early in the morning was truly refreshing. However, it seemed like there should be another character—the one who smiled while making sarcastic remarks—who needed to join in on the fun!
Tang Zisu instantly imagined a vivid scene of Kong Xuan being stripped and spanked, unable to help but chuckle lewdly.
"What are you thinking, laughing so happily?" She was pulled into a cool embrace, his slightly cool lips brushing gently against her cheek.
Tang Zisu quickly pushed him away, glancing outside to ensure no one was watching. "You must be related to ghosts; you walk without making a sound. If you hug me again, I'll chop your hands off."
Kong Xuan raised both hands and quickly planted a kiss on the other side of Tang Zisu's face.
Tang Zisu glared angrily, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. "Is this ever going to end? You're so inappropriate."
Kong Xuan's eyes, deep as the sea, made Tang Zisu's face flush and her legs weak. She stammered, "I... I need to wash up."
Kong Xuan grabbed her, adjusting her collar. "You can't go out like this; people will see."
Tang Zisu covered her neck with her hand, where the marks were most concentrated. She shot Kong Xuan a fierce glare. "You're shameless."
Kong Xuan pulled open his shirt. "What do you call this?"
On Kong Xuan's pale neck and chest bloomed several red marks, and even more bite marks were visible. Tang Zisu quickly covered her eyes, denying it vehemently. "That's not me; you must have done it to yourself." With that, she bolted away, leaving Kong Xuan laughing so hard his stomach hurt, while his heart felt warm and cozy like soaking in a hot spring.
After enough teasing Lang Ye, Softy returned to her room sulking. Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan interrogated Lang Ye about what bad things he had done. At first, Lang Ye refused to speak, prompting Tang Zisu to tilt her head and guess, "Did you kiss? Touch? See everything?"
Lang Ye roared, "Shut up! Do you have any sense?"
Seeing Lang Ye daring to yell at their Silly Goose, Kong Xuan coldly said, "Just say it straight: was it casual or forceful?"
Damn, does it have to be this direct? Even those few words need to be harmonious!
"Get lost! I didn't do anything! I'm just wrongfully accused; my grievances are as vast as the sea!"
When Softy woke up in the morning, she saw a large figure with a dark head lying nearby. Still groggy, she thought it was Ahei and went over to pat its head and tug at its paws. Lang Ye was also half-asleep, and he instinctively nudged his way into Softy's arms as he used to do. After a few nudges, Softy felt something was off. She turned to take a closer look and then let out a scream as a large shoe sole smacked her face.
Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan were gleeful, feeling that Wolf King was quite the softie. How embarrassing! They decided not to acknowledge him when he went out.
Lang Ye naturally hated this couple of shameless lovers and was even more furious when they pushed him into the kitchen, insisting, "Hurry up and make a bowl of hot noodle soup for Softy, or you'll never be forgiven! And make sure to prepare one for us too."
Lang Ye mainly wanted to cook for Softy, so he reluctantly headed to the kitchen, determined not to lose face as a wolf. Last night, Softy had rolled out some Longevity Noodles that were still drying on a wooden tray, and there was ready-made bone broth. All he needed to do was light the fire, bring the broth to a boil, add the noodles, throw in an egg, and toss in some greens. But who could tell Wolf King how to start the fire?
After fumbling around in the kitchen for most of the morning, Wolf King still couldn't manage to light even a small flame. He usually watched Softy effortlessly use the Fire Scythe; the firewood in the stove would bloom like a warm flower, growing larger until it blazed brightly. So why was it so difficult for him?
Softy caught a whiff of smoke from inside the house. She pushed open the door and saw blue smoke billowing from the kitchen. Thinking there was a fire, she lifted her skirt and rushed over, colliding right into Lang Ye as he stumbled out. His hair and eyebrows were singed; his already dark face looked even blacker than that of Kitchen God. He was coughing incessantly, tears streaming down his face from choking on smoke—he looked utterly miserable. Softy paused for a moment before bursting into laughter!
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