Volume 2, Chapter 120 – Date

Thinking of this, Lu Zhuxin’s gaze toward Qu Qingtang became increasingly peculiar.

Tsk~~!

Who could expect two straight women who had never been in love to come up with romantic ideas?

Moreover… Song Shiyuan, this yellow novel female lead, having no romantic sensibility was one thing.

Besides being aggressive and direct, what else could she do?

Qu Qingtang, why are you learning everything?

Using last year’s answer key for this year’s exam, is that it?

Lu Zhuxin bit into the fox flower cake Qu Qingtang offered her with a complicated expression.

Eh, it was a familiar taste.

Unfortunately, it lacked soul and wasn’t as soft, glutinous, fragrant, and sweet as Hu Xian’er’s cooking.

After chewing twice, Lu Zhuxin lost her appetite.

She glanced at Qu Qingtang, who was preparing to buy her candied hawthorn.

Lu Zhuxin walked up and lightly patted her back, calling softly, “Qu Qingtang.”

Qu Qingtang turned around in confusion.

But Lu Zhuxin raised her hand to cover her eyes.

“Close your eyes,” Lu Zhuxin said in a sweet voice.

“Mm.” Though puzzled, Qu Qingtang obediently closed her eyes.

She heard the young girl’s sweet laughter.

Something soft and glutinous was placed in her mouth.

She sniffed. A pleasant fragrance.

A sweet taste spread across her tongue tip.

With her vision blocked, her attention unconsciously shifted to her senses of smell and taste.

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“How does it taste?” the young girl’s light voice came again.

“Mm…” Qu Qingtang responded unclearly.

The Fox Clan’s pastries were indeed soft, glutinous, fragrant, and sweet.

Just as Qu Qingtang was about to open her eyes, she discovered that the soft, glutinous pastry in her mouth seemed to move slightly.

A supple force pressed apart the sweet glutinous cake, carrying a somewhat ambiguous warmth as it gently pressed against her tongue tip.

Qu Qingtang was startled.

What she held in her mouth wasn’t a pastry at all, but this girl’s finger.

This was inside Mingzhao City, and they were still standing on the main street!

Was this little fox so bold?

She could feel that slender, supple finger in her mouth, its pad gently rubbing along her tongue surface following her tongue tip.

Cultivators were cleansed by spiritual energy, their skin jade-pure, with no impurities attached.

All Qu Qingtang could taste was the sweetness of the sugar cake.

This sweetness was wrapped around that delicate finger, as if that mischievous finger itself possessed such a sweet, soft flavor that made one’s mouth water.

“Is it sweet?” The young girl’s teasing voice came again, carrying a playful lilt.

The delicate jade finger lightly scraped across Qu Qingtang’s tongue coating, like being scratched by a small cat.

Qu Qingtang felt her breathing quicken somewhat.

She applied slight pressure with her jaw, softly biting toward that mischievous finger.

But the playful girl seemed to have anticipated it, quickly withdrawing her teasing finger.

Light returned to Qu Qingtang’s vision.

She saw the young girl before her retreat joyfully like a bird.

The girl tilted her head slightly, looking at Qu Qingtang with a teasing expression.

That mischievous finger was raised to the corner of her lips, still stained with suspicious crystalline moisture.

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“Did you enjoy the Fox Clan’s flower cake?” Lu Zhuxin asked with a light laugh, as if she had just been seriously feeding Qu Qingtang fox sugar flower cake.

Qu Qingtang’s tongue tip lightly pressed against her teeth. That strange sensation from just now seemed to still linger in her mouth.

Her gaze deepened slightly as her throat moved.

Looking at Lu Zhuxin’s seemingly pure and innocent smiling face, she extended her tongue to lick clean the sugar residue on her lips.

“Indeed sweet.”

“The Fox Clan’s sweets never grow tiresome.”

Although it was a main street, Qu Qingtang noticed that basically no one around had noticed Lu Zhuxin’s actions just now.

This little fox’s movements were very discreet.

Only Qu Qingtang knew that this seemingly pure little fox before her had just done something extremely bold and outrageous in broad daylight.

What did this little fox mean just now?

Qu Qingtang wondered inwardly.

“It seems the flavor of these sweets suits your taste quite well,” Lu Zhuxin said.

She stretched lazily.

“I’m tired of the master-servant game. Immortal Venerable should use a more normal form of address.”

If Qu Qingtang continued calling her “Master” with every word, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Since she wanted to give Qu Qingtang some hope of success, Lu Zhuxin wouldn’t keep making her use this form of address.

A master-servant relationship wasn’t intimate enough.

Qu Qingtang lowered her eyes slightly. She said, “Little fox, may I call you Xin’er?”

Lu Zhuxin shuddered.

Sister, that’s way too sappy.

“No.” She refused directly without thinking.

“Then… Little Bamboo?” Qu Qingtang said.

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Lu Zhuxin looked at Qu Qingtang with an indescribable expression. “Is addressing me normally by name so difficult for the Immortal Venerable?”

“Alright, Zhuxin.” Qu Qingtang said softly.

Though intimate, it wasn’t sappy.

This degree was just right.

Lu Zhuxin returned her smile. “Let’s go, Qingtang.”

Zhuxin and Qingtang.

The two called each other by name, their tones close, and their relationship seemed to draw much nearer in this moment.

But… was that really the case?

Lu Zhuxin turned her back, walking forward with light steps.

She pulled out a silk handkerchief from her hand and gently wiped clean the finger stained with suspicious crystalline moisture.

Qu Qingtang looked at the young girl’s light-stepped silhouette, her eyes dark and uncertain.

After walking a few steps, Lu Zhuxin suddenly turned back to look at Qu Qingtang, who still remained in place.

“What’s wrong, Qingtang? Don’t tell me you still want to eat fox flower cake?”

“Though sugar cakes are delicious, you can’t eat too many.”

The corners of the young girl’s mouth curved upward, her eyes full of teasing intent.

Qu Qingtang’s pale lips pressed together slightly. She smiled lightly and followed.

“May Qingtang taste that same flavor of fox flower cake again later?” she asked.

“That depends on your performance,” the young girl’s sweet voice came. “Sugar cakes is a reward for good children.”

Qu Qingtang seemed to recall the sweet, glutinous taste from earlier and couldn’t help cursing inwardly.

“Seductive little fox.”

Clearly a lofty, coldly unfeeling monarch, yet her fox-like seductive skills were even more formidable than Ming Zhaoxi, the real Fox Clan leader.

Qu Qingtang followed closely behind Lu Zhuxin’s steps.

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But in her heart, she thought of something else Song Shiyuan had mentioned.

Holding hands.

While strolling, holding hands was an intimate gesture that could bring two people closer.

It was also an expression of intimacy between lovers.

Qu Qingtang mentally recalled the process Song Shiyuan had described.

Quietly follow behind her and casually grasp her hand as if by accident.

If the other person had feelings, she wouldn’t refuse.

Understanding this, Qu Qingtang stepped closer to Lu Zhuxin walking ahead and reached out to gently grasp her tender, white hand.

Then.

Qu Qingtang discovered that the small hand she’d grasped slipped away like a slippery fish.

Qu Qingtang turned her head to see Lu Zhuxin’s half-smiling face.

“Want to hold hands?”

“May I?” Qu Qingtang asked.

“Nice try,” Lu Zhuxin said with a smile, taking a step to slightly increase the distance between herself and Qu Qingtang.

Qu Qingtang frowned.

Failed? The method Song Shiyuan taught didn’t work?

Or was it because of something else?

Just as Qu Qingtang was pondering this, she felt a warm small hand cover the back of her hand.

She looked with surprise at the smiling Lu Zhuxin before her.

“What? Just because I won’t let you hold my hand, you’re this disappointed?”

“The bitterness is written all over your face.”