Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan took it and quickly entered his identity information. She didn't want to experience the situation where he had to repeat a sentence three or four times before he understood how to operate it.

"Look here, and get verified."

Yu Chen froze, completely motionless.

"All right…"

Fu Xuan frowned slightly as she looked at the pop-up window that showed the authentication was successful. Why was this person's access level one level lower than hers?

Moreover, there were those idle bastards from the Bureau of Works who created exclusive titles for generals and diviners, people of high status and position.

His title was none other than "Sword Saint".

That dark blue title was far more imposing than her pinkish-pink "Diviner".

Chapter 35 Touching it makes it stop hurting

Yu Chen took the phone and glanced at it. He frowned slightly at the [Sword Saint] icon that had suddenly appeared on the forehead, but his frown only lasted for a moment before easing.

"Nothing much, just a martial artist."

He shook his head and smiled softly.

Fu Xuan opened his mouth, about to ask further, but was silenced by that somewhat forlorn expression.

It's that unsettling sight again...

"You... well, you're mine now! No matter how capable you were in the Cloud Cavalry, you have to listen to me in the Grand Divination Bureau, understand?"

Fu Xuan suddenly put her hands on her hips and looked at him, her rosy face full of seriousness and earnestness.

"Hehehe~ I understand, my little diviner!"

His gaze fell on Fu Xuan's face, and he couldn't help but laugh at her little expression. He reached out and gently rubbed her head again.

The sound was filled with joy and happiness.

"I'm not a 'little diviner,' I'm a 'diviner'! And who gave you permission to touch my head?!"

"Haha~ Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself, after all, the Grand Diviner is really cute!"

"You...you scoundrel!"

Fu Xuan blushed and shouted loudly with her harshest curses.

Yu Chen laughed even harder!

...

Fu Xuan gazed quietly out the window, watching the white, drifting clouds leisurely drift across the sky.

Yu Chen didn't go anywhere; he just stood beside her, playing with the pens and papers on her desk.

Fu Xuan glanced at him and noticed that the man was building a house with a pen and paper…

"Childish ghost..."

"It's not childish at all! I just have a childlike heart, I'm ageless, and I stay young forever!"

Yu Chen glanced back at her, then suddenly leaned forward and tugged at his cheek.

"Look how young and tender you are! You can't judge a person's psychological age by their age!"

Feeling the masculine aura emanating from her, Fu Xuan's face flushed slightly. She took a deep breath, but having experienced too much stimulation recently, she was no longer so excited.

She stretched out her slender, pale fingers, pinched his cheek, and pulled hard. She half-closed her eyes and leaned closer to look at him. "If I say you're childish, then you're childish... Any objections?"

"Hiss hiss hiss~ Let go, let go! If you pinch me again I'll... I'll go report you to Jing Yuan!"

Yu Chen frowned and gently patted her small hand in pain.

He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of damaging the delicate skin of the woman.

Thus, the mighty Sword Saint was suppressed by a mere Tabu with one hand.

What a shame...

"Hmph, even a general has no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Taibu Si... Going to the marshal won't do you any good!"

Fu Xuan raised her little face proudly, but finally let go of him.

It feels so good to be able to bully this person so easily.

Yu Chen rubbed his face and leaned back, glaring at her angrily, secretly vowing, 'You just wait, I'll get my revenge sooner or later!'

Fu Xuan glanced at him and said smugly, "What, you're not convinced? I'm actually very powerful. I was just letting you win before. So what if you're a Sword Saint? I can easily defeat you when I unleash my full power."

"hehe…"

Yu Chen chuckled coldly twice and continued rubbing his face. The pain wasn't actually that bad; which of his scars didn't hurt more?

I just didn't want to bully this little pink-haired girl...

Look at you, getting all smug now. I'll teach you a lesson sooner or later!

Fu Xuan's gaze swept over his face a few more times. His smug little expression faded a bit, and his eyes became unfocused. She suddenly asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"pain!"

Of course, Yu Chen wouldn't be stupid enough to just say it was so-so. He would act as pitiful as possible, so that this wicked woman would know just how cruel she had been to her subordinates!

"Come here... I'll touch it and it won't hurt anymore, but you'd better remember not to talk back to me again, understand?"

Fu Xuan looked at him intently, then stretched out her fair little hand to Yu Chen, a blush gradually rising on her face.

Yu Chen was stunned; he hadn't expected her to make this decision.

I hesitated...

Without any hesitation, he immediately squatted down, looking distressed, and approached with a stern face.

He looked like he didn't want you to touch him, but had no choice but to obey.

In reality, it was already 'spinning and leaping' in my mind, even with my eyes closed…

Fu Xuan snorted softly at his 'reluctant' expression, but gently stroked him with his hand.

I can't remember where I learned this, but it said that physical contact and touching by the opposite sex can relieve stress and pain. I don't know if it actually works...

Feeling those gentle little hands slowly caressing and stroking my face, it felt like some fine silk was gently gliding across it.

Her hands were warm and soft, as if they were coated with some kind of bewitching potion. As she touched him, Yu Chen's tense face relaxed.

His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his expression gradually softened, becoming one of enjoyment.

Fu Xuan looked at his squinting, comfortable expression, and her own face slowly flushed.

Like a golden retriever being petted by its owner...

However, Yu Chen wasn't the only one who relaxed in this slightly ambiguous and warm atmosphere.

Fu Xuan quietly touched his face, and then gently placed his other hand on Yu Chen's head.

Yu Chen's body suddenly paused, and Fu Xuan's heart tightened instantly. For a moment, she even forgot to breathe, anxiously awaiting his reaction...

After a pause, as if he had tacitly agreed, he gently rubbed her hand. Although his eyes were closed, his cold and stern face visibly flushed a little.

But this reaction made Fu Xuan breathe a sigh of relief, and she began to gently rub his head with her small hands.

It's like actually petting a dog...

'Hmph! You dared to touch my head? I'll get my revenge today!'

The Grand Diviner's face was also flushed, and his little hands kept rubbing Yu Chen's head.

But he didn't resist at all, he just squatted there quietly, feeling the soft, jade-like little hands making a ruckus on his head.

It is extremely offensive for a normal man to be touched on the head by someone other than a close relative. He would be very angry, and even if he has a strong sense of self-esteem, he would feel displeased and disgusted if touched by an elder.

But for some reason, Yu Chen seemed oblivious to Fu Xuan's outrageous behavior, letting her do as she pleased. Even with his head all ruffled into a mess, he just stood there quietly...

...

"Cough... I accidentally messed it up..."

Fu Xuan blushed and awkwardly smoothed his hair. He had been playing too enthusiastically and had accidentally messed it up into a bird's nest.

You shouldn't be angry, right?

She glanced furtively at the Sword Saint, whose head was bowed and whose expression was obscured.

"Um…?"

A lazy, soft voice suddenly escaped from deep within Yu Chen's throat. He looked up at Fu Xuan with a blank expression.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

This idiot, is he asleep?

Fu Xuan's lips twitched slightly, realizing that he had worried for nothing.

He's just an idiot, how could he get angry just because someone touched him?

Chapter 36 Wear and Tear