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But at this moment, the throbbing in my chest was so clear, like tiny sparks exploding continuously.
He could even clearly feel the warmth emanating from his palm, soft and delicate...
A delicate fragrance... wonderful...
Mu Qinghan took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind with his magic, but the strange feeling grew stronger and stronger, spreading through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones.
My heart... I can't calm down.
He gazed at the dazzling blue sky ahead, his fingertips unconsciously tightening as he gently grasped the warm little hand.
The sudden force from her fingertips made Tu Shan Ya Ya stiffen, and her fox ears instantly stood up, the fur on the tips of her ears taut and straight.
Mu Qinghan's palm was a size larger than hers, completely enveloping her small hand in his.
Her palms, calloused from years of sword practice, were surprisingly warm, with a heat emanating from between her fingers, enveloping her hands tightly.
How could he suddenly...?
Tu Shan Ya Ya's heart skipped a beat, her steps slowed slightly, and a blush spread down her neck.
Even the fingers holding his curled up slightly.
In her panic, she secretly glanced at the boy beside her, only to see that he had his eyes downcast, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions in them.
It seems... that was just an unintentional act on his part.
The fragrance of peach blossoms in the wind had not yet dissipated when Mu Qinghan suddenly stopped and slowly loosened the grip on his fingers.
Tu Shan Ya Ya felt her palm suddenly empty, the warmth abruptly withdrawn, and the remaining heat dissipated little by little with the cold wind.
It felt like something had gently pierced my heart, and a strange sense of loss welled up inside me. Even my once-erect fox ears drooped down, lying limply against my hair.
But she quickly recovered from her embarrassment, and when she turned around, a bright smile was back on her face. She deliberately tiptoed and tilted her head to look at the boy with his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong? Who are you frowning at? I went out of my way to rescue you from the demon horde. Do you want to go back and be surrounded by them?"
Mu Qinghan was taken aback by the question and blinked.
He felt... she was right.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tone was distant yet polite: "Thank you for your help, Miss Tushan."
"The Second Miss of Tushan?"
This address was like a small thorn, gently pricking Tu Shan Ya Ya's heart.
The smile on her face faded a little, a hint of grievance appeared in her eyes, her drooping fox ears drooped down again, and her voice softened.
"Don't you... remember me?"
Mu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then his brows furrowed even more.
Seeing Tu Shan Ya Ya's disappointed expression, he hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking.
"That... big-chested vixen?"
"Pfft! Cough cough cough——"
These words instantly broke Tu Shan Ya Ya's composure, and her cheeks turned bright red at a visible speed.
She suddenly sat up straight, put her hands on her hips, and glared at the boy in front of her, her voice urgent and angry.
"Get lost! Those aren't pectoral muscles!"
"Besides...and my name is Tu Shan Ya Ya, I'm not some kind of fox spirit!"
She had intended to appear fierce, but her reddened eyes and slightly trembling voice only added to her charm.
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Mu Qinghan suddenly turned slightly to the side, avoiding her gaze.
The wind brushed against his hair, revealing his profile.
The next second, Tu Shan Ya Ya clearly saw that the corners of his mouth were subtly curving upwards.
Like the surface of a lake touched by a spring breeze, it ripples gently.
Like that dream from back then…
………………
Tu Shan Rongrong was still standing there, stunned.
Sister, you were so good at this before?
.....................
Shed all masks and let true feelings slowly leap through time.
When the winds of fate blow, the story will naturally come to a happy ending.
When one person cries, true love conquers all!
Chapter 60 Peach Blossoms Dancing in the Sky
The morning breeze swept across Tushan Mountain, causing the last batch of peach blossoms to fall from the branches.
Like a field of pink snow, falling on Mu Qinghan's hair and shoulders.
Tu Shan Ya Ya crossed her arms and leaned against the peach tree, but her gaze was not on the blooming flowers, but fixed on the profile of the person next to her.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them.
Those usually aloof eyes were now completely filled with this sea of peach blossoms, and even the frost in their eyes seemed to have been softened.
She cleared her throat. "How is it? Tu Shan...isn't it beautiful..."
A gentle breeze carried an even stronger floral fragrance, mingled with the damp scent of earth, permeating the air.
Mu Qinghan raised her hand to brush away the petals from her shoulder.
He nodded slightly, his voice gentler than usual.
"Yes, it's a sight I've never seen before, it's beautiful."
"Hey hey hey!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya immediately smiled, the downy hairs on her ear tips shimmering light pink in the sunlight.
"I knew you'd love it here! Back then, I told you to stay in Tushan, but you wouldn't have it and insisted on going back."
"I bet you got yelled at by your family when you got back, right?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghan turned his gaze away from the peach blossoms and onto Ya Ya's bright eyes, his tone calm.
“My family is very good, and my friends are very good too. They protect me and don’t let me get hurt in any way.”
Ya Ya kicked at the petals at her feet and muttered to herself.
"I see... It seems you humans aren't so cold-blooded and heartless after all, all you know is how to fight and snatch things away."
"You think I'm cold-blooded?"
Mu Qinghan suddenly spoke, his gaze calm but no longer the aloof person he usually was.
Ya Ya was taken aback by the question, and then her ears turned even redder. She turned her face away, twisting her sleeve with her fingers, and spoke softer and softer.
"You... are like an ice cube, always cold and aloof, keeping everyone at arm's length."
"But... sometimes you're still very gentle and kind, after all... you're my savior."
Mu Qinghan was about to say that the two were even, but for some reason, looking at the girl's smiling face, he ultimately didn't say it.
Mu Qinghan followed her gaze and looked back at the peach blossoms covering the mountain.
The wind blew again, and petals fell into Ya Ya's hair, and also onto his fingertips that had just brushed against the petals, leaving a faint fragrance.
The wind was still blowing through the peach blossoms when Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly remembered something, and her eyes lit up.
She moved closer to Mu Qinghan, her voice light and cheerful.
"Oh, right, I just learned how to make pastries a few days ago, and I'm already pretty good at it! Shall I make you some to try?"
She has been learning to make pastries for several years, and from being unfamiliar with them at the beginning to being proficient now, she has devoted countless efforts to it.
But when she was about to say it, she deliberately shortened the time.
If he finds it too sweet or complains that the texture isn't soft enough, saying "I've only been learning for a few days" will always give her less of an embarrassing excuse.
As she said this, her fingertips secretly gripped the hem of her clothes, and she felt a little nervous.
"Well, okay."
Mu Qinghan raised her hand and pressed her lower abdomen. She hadn't eaten in a long time and was indeed a little hungry.
"Great!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya breathed a sigh of relief instantly, her previous tension completely dispelled by joy. She waved to Mu Qing Han and then skipped away.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
Mu Qinghan nodded gently, then turned his gaze back to the peach blossoms covering the mountain.
Stupid fox... can even bake pastries...
It probably won't taste good...
Mu Qinghan was slightly taken aback, then slowly shook his head.
I'm actually starting to look forward to it; that's so unlike him.
He should have realized it sooner: Tu Shan Ya Ya was always different in his eyes.
This warm and touching feeling was something he had never experienced in the past ten years.
But he had no intention of running away.
On the contrary, when his fingertips touched the peach petals that had just fallen on his clothes, a strong thought suddenly arose in him.
I want to figure out exactly what this feeling is like.
This was the first time he had felt curious and interested in exploring an emotion or a demon.
Oh no, it's the second time.
The first time was because of that monster who lost half of his face.