Chapter 166: Baby, Trust Me, I Won’t Let You Lose
Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Baby, Trust Me, I Won’t Let You Lose
The woman spoke without affectation, yet her voice naturally carried a flirtatious charm.
A glance from her sent ripples of amusement.
The allure in that one look made Fang Xian’s heart pound.
Not because he was seduced, but out of relief.
"Thank you, miss."
’Thank goodness my milk tea is safe. Otherwise, I’d have beaten him to death.’
The woman wasn’t surprised by Fang Xian’s reaction. Instead, she smiled and turned to look at the ascetic.
"You look a little familiar."
"Oh, I remember now. You tried to woo me back then with wildflowers you’d plucked from the side of the road. And I seem to recall a wild dog had just pissed on that very patch of flowers."
"In my anger, I slapped you."
"That slap must have really hurt."
The woman reached out, tracing the ascetic’s cheek through the air. Her eyes looked troubled, as if she regretted her impulsive action.
Hearing her words, the ascetic’s pupils dilated.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but all he heard was the woman before him let out a delicate laugh.
"I really shouldn’t have..."
Seeing the ascetic grow more agitated, the woman’s lips curled, and her tone shifted. "I really shouldn’t have hit you so lightly. I should have slapped you straight to the Buddha."
Buddha: My compassion is boundless, but I don’t just take anyone.
’The more I think about it, the angrier I get.’
’There were so many people there at the time. Everyone saw this guy try to win me over with flowers a dog had pissed on. How humiliating.’
’Slapping him once was me showing mercy.’
As the woman’s last word fell, the ascetic’s heart shattered into a million pieces.
"You Demoness!"
He roared in anger, only to see the woman raise her hand for another slap.
The pain from all those years ago seemed to rush back. The ascetic instinctively jumped away, only to hear the woman chuckle.
"You’re lucky."
"Boss Lu is here this time. Out of respect for her, I won’t touch you."
The woman snorted, then shot a flirtatious wink at Lu Wu, who was watching the drama unfold from a short distance away.
Lu Wu gave an awkward smile and averted her furtive gaze.
’Actually, I was thinking, don’t mind me. Go right ahead. I haven’t had enough of this drama yet.’
’Flowers pissed on by a dog... so dramatic.’
’I want to hear more!’
"Boss Lu, we meet again,"
The woman, however, bypassed the crowd of monks and walked straight to Lu Wu’s side. Then, in front of all the customers, she wrapped an arm around Lu Wu’s waist.
"This mountain is so high! I’m exhausted from the climb. Boss Lu, I need a hug."
The woman whined coquettishly, her charming demeanor drawing the gazes of all the monks.
They glared at her.
"Demoness, let go of Boss Lu!"
one of the monks shouted, looking as if he wanted to rush forward and take her place.
’Boss Lu belongs to everyone!’
"Miss Xia, it’s been a while."
Lu Wu greeted her with a chuckle, then removed the hand from her waist.
’A hug is a hug, but no funny business.’
’We’re both women. You have everything I have.’
The newcomer was none other than Xia Yi, the Hehuan Sect disciple she had met once outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.
"Boss Lu, you remember me! I’m so honored."
Even after her hand was pushed away, Xia Yi refused to leave, clinging to Lu Wu’s side and batting her big, beautiful eyes.
"Boss Lu, look how fated we are to meet. Why don’t you sell me a cup of milk tea first?"
"I’m dying of thirst over here."
It’s said that a woman’s charms can get her anything.
Not to mention, the one acting cute was a peerless beauty.
Lu Wu had to admit, her heart was leaning toward the great beauty.
"I forbid it!"
But someone pulled Lu Wu’s heart right back.
Chan Yu, who was savoring his milk tea, shot a sharp glance at Xia Yi.
"Miss Xia, there’s a proper order to things. You can’t cut in line."
"It’s not right."
Chan Yu declared righteously.
’I’m the Buddha Son of the Heavenly Buddha Temple. How can I stand by and let a disciple of my temple be bullied by a Demoness from the Hehuan Sect?’
"You monks are always so full of principles. What if I said I’d give you half of the milk tea I buy?"
’Bald monk, you’re just pretending to be serious.’
Xia Yi put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin to look down on Chan Yu, and proposed her sharing plan.
"That... would be excellent."
His heart, which had been leaning toward his junior brothers, suddenly tilted even further—this time, in Xia Yi’s direction.
Chan Yu rubbed his stomach. He’d already had quite a bit, but he still wanted more.
’I’ll just indulge myself this once.’
"Ah, no! Senior Brother, don’t be bewitched by her!"
"Senior Brother, open your eyes and look at me! I refuse to believe you only have eyes for her."
"Senior Brother, I was wrong to trust you!"
Seeing the monks on the verge of wailing, Chan Yu couldn’t bear it and turned his head away.
"Amitabha!"
’Buddha, I’ll offer you some milk tea later. Please don’t be angry.’
"Hahaha!"
Xia Yi laughed triumphantly, her body swaying as she looked about to fall onto Lu Wu.
Lu Wu took a quick step back and dodged.
’Close-contact seduction... once is enough.’
’I can’t handle it.’
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you monks. I’m going to get in line."
Xia Yi shot Lu Wu a reproachful glance before heading to the back of the line. Seeing this, Chan Yu followed her.
The two of them cast a sound insulation barrier, so others couldn’t hear what they were saying.
It was just a bit strange for a Hehuan Sect disciple to show up at a holy site of the Buddhist Sect at a time like this.
And that usually meant a story was about to unfold.
Lu Wu, who loved hearing fantastic stories, felt her curiosity piqued. There was drama afoot, but she couldn’t get the details, and it was killing her.
"Brother, you have to be strong."
Fang Xian noticed that his "opponent" was still stealing glances in Xia Yi’s direction, his eyes filled with the anguish of unrequited love.
’Even after all that, he hasn’t turned love into hate. His love runs deep.’
’Ah, love... so grand.’
Having witnessed such true love, Fang Xian decided to let go of his animosity. He slung an arm around the other man’s shoulder and led him to the back of the line.
"Come on, I’ll treat you to some milk tea. I guarantee that after you drink it, you’ll forget all about any Demoness or Saintess."
’What great beauty could possibly be better than milk tea?’
The ascetic, who was actually just trying to figure out how to make a quick and elegant exit, was pulled into the line in the blink of an eye.
’Drink milk tea?’
’No, I can’t drink it.’
The moment the figure of that little demon called milk tea appeared in his mind, he knew Xia Yi could no longer trouble him.
His reasoning was simple.
’You can’t miss what you’ve never had.’
’The same goes for this Heart Demon called milk tea.’
’As long as I never taste the milk tea, I can be ruthless and sever this Heart Demon.’
’Constant yearning with no response.’
’Forgetting is the only truth.’
"Brother, my house is on fire! I have to go put it out, so I won’t be drinking any milk tea."
The ascetic gave Fang Xian an awkward smile, trying to retreat.
"On fire?"
"Don’t worry, I’m sure some kindhearted Cultivator will pass by and cast a spell to put it out for you."
’In the Green Origin Realm, what’s a small fire to worry about?’
Fang Xian didn’t release his grip on the man’s shoulder.
He had said it himself: he was definitely not the type to hold a grudge over every little thing.
’See how friendly I am?’
’When you taste something delicious, don’t you have to share it with a "good friend"?’
"Baby, trust me, I won’t let you lose."
’Come on, baby, fall with me into the love nest called milk tea.’
Qian Bao: Stay away from me!