Chapter 134.2: It Likes The Roasted Rabbit I Make
“You do not seem to be surprised in the slightest.” Bai Zhi Yan said with interest as he looked at the young lady before him.
Qing Yu held a teacup in her hand as she listened intently to the conversation of the people downstairs, her face highly unimpressed.
Having heard Bai Zhi Yan, she then turned her gaze onto him and replied. “There’s nothing surprising about that. Winners stay and losers leave, perfectly normal.”
Bai Zhi Yan raised an eyebrow and then leaned in a little closer. “Are you really going to the Faint Mist Sect? Do you have a particular motive?”
He would obviously not think that the la.s.s was going there purely out of boredom and was just seeking fun. Moreover with the powers she possessed, she would not be able to learn anything in there. That just left one reason. There was something in there that she was interested in.
Qing Yu looked at the handsome looking face leaning in that was filled with curiosity. She just curved up the corner of lips and said indifferently to that face filled with antic.i.p.ation. “Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed.”
Bai Zhi Yan gave her a pleading look. “We’ll already on such familiar terms, what reason is there to hide? How disappointing.”
Especially after he got to know from Lou Jun Yao that she was Aunt Lan’s child, their relationship had been drawn closer together and the la.s.s’ att.i.tude towards them had improved tremendously, but just this trait of liking to keep people in suspense that wasn’t all that adorable.
“I heard that the Faint Mist Sect is very strict. Once you go in there, I don’t know how many years it will be before we’ll be able to meet again.” Bai Zhi Yan said sadly, and there was even a tinge of reluctance in his voice.
Hearing that, a corner of Qing Yu’s mouth twitched and she looked at him speechlessly.
[It wasn’t as if she would not be able to come out at all and here he was saying it like they would soon be parted in death. He is really just as dramatic as that little ball of fur she had back home.]
Qing Yu then pushed the cup in her hand towards him, interrupting his sorrowful and depressing thoughts. “Pour tea.”
“Are you ordering me around like a waiter now?” Bai Zhi Yan said with a laugh despite himself. [Really don’t know from who she had picked up this personality trait from, like she was born with a silver spoon waiting to be served. Really cast from the exact same mold as that fella Lou Jun Yao.]
But having come to know her ident.i.ty, Bai Zhi Yan was a little more willing to indulge her, the way a senior would care for a junior.
“Tsk. Little la.s.s, don’t you know well enough to wear a little more when the weather turns cold? Your hands are like ice cubes.” Bai Zhi Yan had accidentally brushed her fingers when he took the cup from her and he was surprised by the biting chill he had felt.
He immediately raised an eyebrow and started to admonish sternly. “You might still be a young little lady but do not just care about looking good all the time. You are dressed so thinly and if you come to spoil your body’s const.i.tution from the cold, you will surely regret it in the future.”
Qing Yu was at a loss for words. “…..”
[He’s acting so much like a benevolent father showing concern for his daughter.]
With that thought in mind, she just blurted out: “Bai Zhi Yan, you will surely make a great father in future.”
“Har? Great father? ?” Bai Zhi Yan was befuddled, his mind suddenly blank, unable to react to her words.