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Shen Qingqiu was pretty sure that the true reason for Luo Binghe’s absence was that he’d gracefully declined Luo Binghe’s request to sleep in the same bed, thus yet again hurting Maiden Luo’s glass heart. Goodbye!
Look, he’d only refused out of habit. If Luo Binghe had just pestered him a little more, he would have agreed! Who could have guessed that after a mere wave of his hand, Luo Binghe would rush out the door to go find a corner to sulkily grow mushrooms in…?
Liu Qingge opened fire right away. “Cang Qiong Mountain has a rule forbidding entrance to Luo Binghe.” “How come I’ve never heard of this rule?” “It’s new.”
Having been scolded, Ming Fan wilted and withdrew in dismay. Ning Yingying had been apprehensively standing at the door, but needing to vent her anger, she viciously stomped on his foot, all while muttering that he’d ruined things.
The fan that had fallen out of his grasp sometime during that chaotic battle on the Luo River. Every time, it was Liu Qingge who picked it up. It seemed like his fate and the fan’s were quite intertwined.
“Mm?” Shen Qingqiu cocked his head. Both his tone and expression brimmed with one hundred and twenty percent warm indulgence—a promise to grant whatever request Luo Binghe might have.
In the darkness, a pair of clear, glittering eyes flashed with cold light. Even after a long time, they did not close but remained fixed on the peacefully sleeping Shen Qingqiu.
Why is he so proficient? Why?! Even though he’s a virgin! Why?! An instant expert after only one time? Why?! How is this fair? I’m going to sue! I’m going to yell! Why?!
Luo Binghe’s head drooped. From the look of it, he was probably contemplating squatting in some corner to grow mushrooms again.
His body: fallen right in front of Mobei-Jun’s boots. His sword: still halfway in its sheath. His heart: not quite decided as to whether he should draw his sword.
Now that things had come to this, he could only bust out his special ability. His eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the spot. Playing dead was a time-tested technique!
“If you’re going to die, then die completely,” Shen Qingqiu said icily. “Don’t change your mind halfway.” Without another word, Shang Qinghua collapsed and went back to contentedly playing dead.
This place had become a daycare center for ADHD children.
But Luo Binghe was unreservedly immersed in Shang Qinghua’s account. “I’m still not clingy enough?” he muttered. “Still?”
Luo Binghe had kicked over the stool and knocked his head into the screen. Then, like he’d gone mad, he crawled and rolled to his feet, and rushed out of the Bamboo House.
“Who’s yelling so loudly this late at night, disturbing the tranquility of Qing Jing Peak?” “That voice sounds like Shizun!” “Nonsense! How could Shizun do something so uncouth—” That last voice had yet to finish when Shen Qingqiu flew past them like a gust of wind, face expressionless. For a moment, everything was utterly silent.
That bastard Luo Binghe was sprinting away, full of terror, while Shizun chased after him, roiling with murderous intent— This scene! Everything had finally returned to normal!
Shen Qingqiu felt a sense of pride. That was Cang Qiong Mountain for you—even the stair sweeper was a hidden master!
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t speak. Holy shit, what the motherfuck is this?!
Your name’s been spat upon, Liu Qingge. You’ve actually been spat upon!
Coaxing Luo Binghe was already a piece of cake for Shen Qingqiu. The steps were: First, calmly say, “Not as beautiful as you.” Then, before Madam Meiyin’s spasming smile, promise, “Nothing happened, really.” If this doesn’t work, repeat steps 1 and 2.
When Shen Qingqiu spoke a couple of words to other people, he’d become anguished; when Shen Qingqiu took two fewer bites, he’d become anguished; when Shen Qingqiu complained that the bathtub was too small and kicked him out, he’d again become anguished…
Hello, immortal-binding cable! Goodbye, immortal-binding cable!
Shen Qingqiu coldly pushed his hurt face out of the way. “Shizun, how can you do this to me again?” Luo Binghe said accusingly.
“And what about your partner’s personality?” Shen Qingqiu began counting off traits. “Crybaby, maiden-hearted, lovesick, chuunibyou, and clingy.”
Shang Qinghua silently added a note beside Luo Binghe’s name: A hopeless masochist. Beyond cure.
Shen Qingqiu smacked him across the head with his fan, furious. “It’s fine, my ass!”
