Chapter 85 - 069 Do you want to raise a little pet? (Two in one)_2

"Not fond of it?"

"It’s okay to wear at home." Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian, whose face was expressionless, almost indifferent, and said with some difficulty, "Rather... cute?"

Because of the contrast, this cuteness becomes more apparent.

"Is the makeup on your face...?"

"I did it myself."

Yun Qian lifted her chin, instinctively wanting to purse her lips, but restrained herself to avoid smudging the rouge.

"Uh..." Xu Chang’an fell silent.

Is she feeling proud?

Yun Qian glanced at Xu Chang’an’s subtle smile, somewhat puzzled.

Before sleeping, she had carefully protected her makeup.

"It suits you perfectly." Xu Chang’an said seriously, "But... it’s smeared."

Yun Qian blinked, looked into the mirror, and said calmly, "You arrived late."

"My fault." Xu Chang’an suddenly walked to Yun Qian’s side, a ball of moisture appeared in his hand, and he pressed it directly onto Yun Qian’s face.

"Ah." Yun Qian slipped, but Xu Chang’an held her hand to steady her.

Once Xu Chang’an removed the Spiritual Qi, the smeared makeup on Yun Qian’s face vanished, revealing her true visage.

His fingers skimmed over Yun Qian’s chin, "Follow me."

Yun Qian followed him from the study to the bedroom, asking, "Is there something you want to say?"

"Sort of." Xu Chang’an sat with Yun Qian by the bed, then fell silent.

"Isn’t there something to talk about?" Yun Qian curiously looked at the speechless Xu Chang’an, blinking.

"No rush." Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian, whose confusion lingered in her brows, and said helplessly, "You should wake up a bit first."

He felt that Yun Qian was still dazed, and thus didn’t rush into the main topic.

Besides, there was still some time before the appointment with Senior Wen, and he wondered how to entertain her.

In the Immortal Sect, everything was available, and Senior Wen lacked nothing, but... as a couple, they had to host her.

Have dinner together?

Or perhaps... just a simple pot of tea?

...

Xu Chang’an said nothing.

As Xu Chang’an contemplated by the bedside, Yun Qian leaned next to him, and after some thought, took the plate of candied fruits from the table, placing it on Xu Chang’an’s lap, while she herself kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled beside him, using his legs as a table.

She was in a good mood.

So the weather was nice.

In recent days, the weather in Chaoyun Sect was unpredictable, with the wind scattering the clouds.

Yun Qian took a candied fruit into her mouth, savoring the sweet and sour taste on her tongue, and after swallowing it, spit out the pit into a handkerchief, then turned to Xu Chang’an, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking..." Xu Chang’an began, only to be interrupted.

Because Yun Qian took advantage of his pause to stuff a pitted candied fruit into his mouth, asking, "How does it taste?"

She was merely finding a topic to get Xu Chang’an to speak, not paying much attention to what he was actually thinking.

"Miss, the candied fruits you eat are always too sweet..." Xu Chang’an said while eating the fruit, noting her shapely figure, lightly sighing.

Ordinarily, young women wouldn’t dare consume such sweet things, and many of the Outer Sect Steward Hall’s outer disciples who weren’t yet open-sourced often used cultivation as a substitute for meals.

He couldn’t understand why Yun Qian, a girl who didn’t exercise much and ate plenty, especially sugary foods, didn’t gain weight.

Though Yun Qian had grown slightly fuller since they first met, it was a positive kind of "fullness."

"I like sweet things." Yun Qian replied truthfully.

"If the me who just arrived on the island saw such a lady, I would be astonished." Xu Chang’an said.

"People change." Yun Qian stated, "Nothing in the world remains constant."

That’s a rule.

"Do people really change?" Xu Chang’an mused over the guest he needed to host today, considering how Senior Wen had transformed from arrogant to gentle; she hadn’t really changed, but he hadn’t understood her previously.

So, is Miss Yun the same?

Perhaps she hadn’t changed at all?

Xu Chang’an’s mind flashed back to the beautiful yet awe-inspiring Yun Qian from before, then looked at his wife now clad in a floral dress, gnawing fruit pits with her teeth, his eyes twitching slightly.

Sure enough, people can’t be generalized.

Time is truly a "cruel" word.

However, since Miss Yun was continuously changing, her transition from not cultivating to starting cultivation could be considered a natural progression.

"I’ve found a guide for you, Miss." He said.

"Is it a lady?"

"Of course, it’s a lady."

"I see."

"..."

Xu Chang’an watched Yun Qian continue to eat candied fruits, her eyes not very attentive, and he took the plate from her hand, saying helplessly, "Don’t you have any questions to ask?"

"Should I be asking?" Yun Qian tilted her head, "You’ve arranged everything; I’ll just follow your lead."

For Yun Qian, the most important thing was that the guide had to be a "lady"; everything else didn’t matter.

Xu Chang’an noted Yun Qian’s indifferent gaze and explained, "She’s my Senior Sister on Muyu Peak, her name is Wen Li, with ’Wen’ from gentle and ’Li’ from pear blossoms."

Yun Qian recalled that Xu Chang’an had mentioned this person before.

"Oh, I might not have been clear; it’s not Li Hua as in tabby cat, but pear blossoms in a snow pear or pear garden." Xu Chang’an elaborated.

"All the same."

——

Yun Qian pondered, "Will she teach me?"

"Senior Wen is very skilled, we’re quite fortunate." Xu Chang’an replied.

"So I should call her Senior Sister too?" Yun Qian asked.

"You can decide how to address her yourselves; strictly speaking, guides don’t count as mentor-disciple relationships." Xu Chang’an explained, "Senior Wen said she’s coming tonight, and I’ll accompany you to meet her... afterwards, it’s up to you two."

"So I should just listen to her?"

"Regarding cultivation, yes."

"Understood."

Yun Qian swallowed the candied fruit in her mouth and sat up beside Xu Chang’an, "She’s coming over tonight?"

"Yes." Xu Chang’an naturally wrapped his arm around Yun Qian’s waist, "Therefore... I’m thinking about how to host Senior Wen."

"Casually." Yun Qian said, then suddenly noticed something. Carefully, she picked up a short, slightly transparent hair from Xu Chang’an’s chest clothing, "What’s this?"

Xu Chang’an glanced at it, then showed a helpless expression.

Strange.

This Deacon’s Robe really was useless; it couldn’t block the fragrance of rouge, nor cat fur, as he had just cuddled Xiaohua for a moment, leaving traces behind.

Or perhaps...?

Had the Dust Cleaning Array been damaged by Senior Wen’s sword?

"This is tabby fur from Xiaohua, I’ve mentioned it to you before, Miss." Xu Chang’an said.

"I remember." Yun Qian nodded, "You like these little creatures?"

If he wanted to keep a tabby cat as a pet, it wouldn’t be impossible.