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Now, the male lead's favorability rating has reached 80% thanks to his dual identity, which is quite a good progress.
Su Momo opened the acupoints and returned to the inn, where the sun was already high in the sky.
Wang Chen was still passed out beside the stone mill, sound asleep, with heavy shackles on his feet.
She kicked Wang Chen's butt, and this unfortunate monk finally stirred awake.
He was putting on quite a show; if it weren't for her lack of a god's perspective, she might have been toyed with by Ye Guchen.
Su Momo quietly watched as Wang Chen supported his neck and let out a long hiss.
He sat up, staring blankly at Lu Baishuang for a moment before glancing at the bean dregs that had dried in the sunlight on the stone mill. Suddenly, he shouted.
"Ah! Benefactor Lu! Poor Monk was knocked out last night and couldn't grind the tofu! Please don't kill Poor Monk!"
Su Momo's eardrums nearly shattered from his loud voice. She sighed and bent down to unlock the shackles on Wang Chen's feet; however, he thought he was about to be beaten again and scrambled backward.
"What are you doing?!"
What is he still pretending for? Su Momo felt a bit annoyed. Although she had a bad temper, she wasn't exactly a terrifying demoness.
Well, it seems her current character setting is indeed that of a Demoness.
Wang Chen squatted down with his hands over his head: "Poor Monk thought he was going to be beaten again."
Su Momo pulled him up and dusted off his clothes.
Wang Chen looked surprised and delighted, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.
Su Momo said, "You don't need to grind the tofu anymore."
Wang Chen quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the Buddha will forgive the benefactor's past sins."
Wang Chen happily chanted a Buddhist phrase and curiously stared at Su Momo's face for a while before asking, "Benefactor Lu, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?"
Su Momo's anger was reignited: "You're the one who's acting strange!"
If it weren't for you changing to the main account and pressing her acupoints all night, would she be so flushed in the morning?!
Poor Wang Chen, due to his unclear speech, had only just finished saying goodbye to the shackles when he was kicked by Su Momo to go grind tofu.
Su Momo covered her burning face, angrily wiped her mouth, and cursed Ye Guchen in her heart to be tortured a thousand times.
Both of her identities mocked her.
Strangely enough, when they set off again, they encountered no assassins sent by the Liulang faction, and during these days, the favorability rating no longer changed.
Su Momo unlocked Wang Chen's shackles but did not allow him to ride a horse.
Wang Chen was not angry; for the first two days, he followed Lu Baishuang slowly. Later on, he even conjured up a carriage for himself and leisurely followed behind Su Momo.
Su Momo raised an eyebrow but did not expose him.
Who would give a carriage worth dozens of taels of silver to a monk they didn't know?
One day, it rained heavily, and there wasn't a single place to take shelter within a hundred miles.
Su Momo awkwardly hid under a tree while Wang Chen contentedly poked his head out from the carriage and sincerely called out, "Benefactor Lu, come up!"
The voice was sincere, but to Su Momo, it sounded like the old madam trying to solicit business in front of Qin Lou Chu Guan.
Hmph!
So she was waiting for her here; their true natures were the same.
Just watch how I deal with you, Su Momo smiled and then flicked a whip, sending the cover of the carriage flying.
Wang Chen instantly became a drenched chicken, tumbling down from the carriage. Su Momo held back her laughter with great effort.
With revenge on her mind, Su Momo initially planned to throw Wang Chen off halfway, but he persistently followed her all the way to Shaolin Temple to attend the Ritual of Abstinence.
Su Momo sat upright in her chair, feeling as if a thousand little bugs were crawling on her back.
The Abbot Master sprinkled dew on the distinguished guests who had come from afar. When he reached Su Momo, the white-bearded master smiled gently at her and tapped her forehead with a branch dipped in dew.
"Benefactor, let go to find freedom."
Her heart stirred slightly as the solemn and dignified sound of bells rang in her ears.
Wang Chen stood behind the lined-up monks, lowering his head obediently as he chanted scriptures.
Suddenly, he raised his head and met her gaze, breaking into a slight smile.
That smile was like ice suddenly shattering in the cold winter, crystal clear and bright.
Wang Chen settled her into a secluded room, and Su Momo curiously surveyed this little house that hardly anyone passed by.
"Shaolin Temple has places like this?"
"Poor Monk lives here."
Su Momo casually used her whip to flick a spider web and asked, "Monk, how long has it been since you came back?"
Wang Chen awkwardly scratched his head, hurriedly tidying up.
After enough joking, Su Momo cleared a clean spot on the bed and sat down, watching Wang Chen's careful movements.
The monk's profile resembled a sealed cicada in wax, soft like glass under the sunlight.
It was such a waste to be a Fake Monk, Su Momo thought blankly, noticing Wang Chen's face slowly turning red.
—The atmosphere seemed a bit off.
Wang Chen straightened up and looked at her seriously. He took a deep breath and suddenly knelt down towards the main hall with a thud.
"Monk, what are you doing…"
Wang Chen heavily knocked his head three times and said mournfully, "Master, I lack self-discipline and have broken the rules. To avoid bringing shame to you, I have decided to expel myself and will never do anything that tarnishes the reputation of Shaolin!"
"Hey, wait a minute, monk…"
Wang Chen roughly wiped his tear-streaked face, scrambled to his feet, hesitated for a moment while looking at Su Momo, then stammered, "Benefactor Lu… Poor Monk will follow you from now on."
Wait, what is happening?
Su Momo could only gape as if she had swallowed an ostrich egg whole.
Looking at Wang Chen's almost tearful face, Su Momo felt like she was already crying: "I still have a great revenge to take; why are you following me!"
What help could this little girl, who looks like a Fake Monk, provide?
"The Poor Monk will protect you!"
Su Momo laughed in anger, scanning him up and down. "You think you can protect me?"
Hurry up and change to the main account before talking big!
Wang Chen shrank his neck and said, "Well... the Poor Monk will block the knife for you. I won't let anyone else hurt you."
As soon as he said this, a wave of inexplicable warmth surged from her heart, and Su Momo found herself somewhat reluctant to push him away.
After Liulang heartlessly abandoned the original owner, Lu Baishuang, she had been alone. It was truly rare to have someone think of her like this again.
[Congratulations, host. The male lead's favorability rating has increased by 5%, now at 85%.]
The favorability rating, which hadn't changed for a long time, showed a shift once more.
Perhaps what men say can be deceptive, but the system's detection cannot be wrong.
Wang Chen spoke with such conviction; maybe she should believe him this time.
Su Momo bit her lip, looking at Wang Chen's determined expression, reminiscent of that night when Ye Gu had domineeringly kissed her under the moonlight.
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