Yu Qinghan perceived his little disciple’s internal thoughts and was directly laughed to the point of exasperation. His voice turned slightly cool as he said, “Is all you can think about eating people? Why couldn’t you think that Master meant you are a feast for the eyes?!”
Wen Xu blinked, his expression looking rather innocent as he replied, “A feast for the eyes… that’s still a feast, though!”
You couldn’t really blame Wen Xu for thinking this way. Who told Yu Qinghan to be a snake, whose massive bloody maw had left an unforgettable, searing impression on him?
Although he hadn’t experienced any nightmares about being swallowed whole by a snake last night, he was still enveloped by a sense of ominous portent, leaving his sleep somewhat restless.
Yu Qinghan was truly exasperated to the point of having no temper left. Raising a hand to massage his brow, he wore a look of utter helplessness.
Considering that the food had after all been painstakingly carried up by his little disciple, he gave face to it by tasting a few bites. After offering a few words of praise that the taste was quite good, he noticed a happy smile reappear on his little disciple’s face, and his own mood improved by several shades as well.
“Earlier, Master said he wanted to give you a magical treasure. I forgot yesterday, so let’s pick one out today.”
“A magical treasure?!” Wen Xu’s eyes instantly lit up.
Yu Qinghan stood up, glanced at Wen Xu’s still slightly reddish knees, and asked, “How are your knees? Do you feel like the pain has eased somewhat?”
Wen Xu stepped down from the daybed, tried walking a couple of steps, and finding it much less painful than before, said excitedly, “Much better, eh! The ointment Master Murong gave works remarkably well!”
The corners of Yu Qinghan’s lips curved slightly. “Then follow Master over.”
“Okay~” Wen Xu obediently trailed behind Yu Qinghan.
Hearing the slight hint of elation in his little disciple’s ending notes, the curve of Yu Qinghan’s lips lifted a bit higher.
His private treasure vault was located inside his bedroom, featuring an exquisite cabinet stand displaying various antiques and jade carvings, every single piece exceptionally delicate.
Especially the white snake jade carving right in the center—it was simply the work of consummate skill, looking so lifelike that its two eyes resembled red garnets, and the light from the glazed lamp overhead shone upon its white scales to cast a layer of silver phosphorescence.
“Master, this white snake jade carving couldn’t possibly be you, right?” Wen Xu asked curiously.
Yu Qinghan nodded. “Does it look good?”
“It looks good! Master, can I reach out and touch it?” Wen Xu’s hands grew itchy from looking at it, so he turned his head to ask Yu Qinghan with sparkling eyes.
This remark reminded Yu Qinghan of when his little disciple had previously wanted to touch his scales. His gaze grew somewhat dark as he said, “The real snake is right in front of you; why bother touching a fake one?”
Wen Xu blinked his big eyes twice. “Because it looks good.”
Yu Qinghan raised an eyebrow. “Could it be that Master doesn’t look good?”
“Uh…” Wen Xu nodded. “Master is naturally good-looking! But this little snake looks so cute too…”
Yu Qinghan didn’t know why he felt compelled to compete for superiority with a jade carving modeled after himself, but seeing how much his little disciple liked the carving made him inexplicably unhappy.
“If it’s cute, could Master possibly not be cute? Just a little snake, Master has one too. Want to see?”
Wen Xu widened his eyes: “…???”
See? How do you see it? Take off your pants to look?
Was Yu Qinghan really not avoiding taboos at all? But somehow, in the depths of his heart, he even felt a faint trace of… anticipation?
“Master, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to look at that?” Wen Xu twiddled his fingers, acting bashful and coy.
“What’s inappropriate about it?” Yu Qinghan turned around and walked toward the northern exit, and Wen Xu curiously followed behind.
He discovered that there was actually a back door here. Stepping through it led straight into a forest composed of thick, massive trees that soared straight into the clouds, their lush foliage blocking out the majority of the sunlight and casting an air of cool shadow.
“Master, why did you bring me here?” Wen Xu looked entirely perplexed.
Surely he wasn’t going to look at a little snake out here, right? In broad daylight and out in the open… that was getting a bit too perverted!
Yu Qinghan suddenly felt his nose tickle. Why was his little disciple’s expression so strange?
Could it be that…
Yu Qinghan’s pupils widened slightly, a hint of surprise welling up in the depths of his eyes. “A-Xu, surely you didn’t think that the little snake Master mentioned refers to…”
As he spoke, he stepped closer and closer to Wen Xu, inch by inch.
Wen Xu swallowed hard, subconsciously retreating step by step until he had nowhere left to back up, his spine pressing firmly against a golden pillar.
Those round almond eyes widened even further, reflecting Yu Qinghan’s handsome face within his dark, glossy pupils.
Was he being cornered against a wall (kabedon’d) right now?
Yu Qinghan bent down slightly, lowering his head to finish the sentence he had left unsaid right beside Wen Xu’s ear.
Once Wen Xu heard it clearly, his face flushed a brilliant, burning red in an instant.
The corners of Yu Qinghan’s lips twitched upward, pulling into a meaningful smile. Parting his thin lips, his warm breath lightly sprayed against that fair, delicate little face: “I never expected A-Xu to be so lustful, actually wanting to look at that part of Master.”
His face dyed bright red, Wen Xu immediately shook his head and executed a triple denial: “I am not! I didn’t! Master, you’re framing me!”
Mirth still lingered in Yu Qinghan’s eyes. “If you didn’t want to look, why would you explain yourself with such nervousness? Don’t you know there’s a saying in this world called ‘protesting too much’?”
“Disciple really isn’t lustful…” Wen Xu pouted his little lower lip, displaying a pitiful, aggrieved expression.
Who told Yu Qinghan to talk about little snakes? That phrasing made it far too easy for people to misunderstand!
“Rest assured, Master won’t leak your secret.” Yu Qinghan stroked Wen Xu’s little head, adding with thoughtful reassurance, “Matters like ‘A-Xu enjoying the scent of his own underpants, and looking innocent on the outside while being lustful on the inside’ two whole points like these Master will definitely not let a third person find out.”
Puffing out his cheeks, Wen Xu couldn’t help roaring, “Master, I really am not lustful! Nor do I have such weird fetishes!”
Though shouting and losing his temper, wearing such a soft and cute face made him look fiercely adorable, evoking nothing more than a sense of cuteness.
Yu Qinghan couldn’t resist reaching out once more to pinch that soft little cheek, the texture being delicate and smooth.
After finishing his roar, Wen Xu calmed down slightly, only to feel that the distance between the two of them was a bit too close. Pinching his cheeks aside—since his cheeks had been pinched frequently ever since crossing over anyway—the real problem was the warm breath exhaling onto his face. Every time he breathed in, he inhaled a fresh wave of that faint, cool fragrance, which smelled so delightful it made his head spin.
Just as Wen Xu was planning to use his hands to push the other person back a bit, he suddenly heard a crisp, melodious voice shouting out from somewhere nearby: “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Wen Xu immediately turned his head to look, but failed to spot anyone around, making his heart feel somewhat creeped out.
Who? Who was speaking?
Could it be that besides Yu Qinghan, this white snake, there was a ghost here?!
Upon hearing this voice, however, Yu Qinghan’s face darkened instantly. Straightening his posture, he didn’t even turn his head back as he coldly called out a single name: “Guyu!”
“Guyu?” Wen Xu blinked, struggling hard to recall who Guyu was.
He hadn’t even finished reading the original book, but vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a… parrot named Guyu?
Just as this thought crossed Wen Xu’s mind, he caught sight of a tiny bird popping out from behind Yu Qinghan’s head.
Its gradient white-and-blue feathers sparkled with tiny flecks of light under the illumination, and its diminutive size made it exceptionally cute.
Only, the moment this adorable little parrot opened its beak, what came out was…
“Kiss! Kiss! Don’t miss this rare opportunity! With the distance this close, it’s a shame not to kiss hurry up and kiss, little Xu!”
Wen Xu: “…”
This parrot’s brain seemed somewhat abnormal.