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

Yu Chen's eyes widened slightly, and his deep black eyes, which had been deep in thought, suddenly lit up, displaying an astonishing brilliance.

His demeanor became visibly uplifted, and he became happy.

"Little Diviner is back~"

His figure quickly disappeared from the spot, leaving only his voice echoing in the kitchen.

Fu Xuan pushed open the door, and a tall figure stood straight in the doorway, staring at her with bright, blinking eyes.

Like a child who has been waiting for an adult to come home for a long time, or like a big dog who has been squatting at the door waiting for its owner to come home all day.

The moment he opened his mouth, Fu Xuan had a strange feeling that he might call out "Mom".

Imagining the scene, she shuddered and quickly banished the absurd thought from her mind.

She doesn't have the strange habit of having her lover call her "Mom"!

This kind of twisted role-playing should be avoided; the Grand Diviner cannot accept it.

"Fu Xuan, I miss you."

Without hesitation, the Sword Saint launched a direct attack.

Fu Xuan looked at him, pursed his lips, and smiled slightly.

"Me too."

Yu Chen observed her expression and keenly sensed the weariness she was trying so hard to conceal between her brows...

pain?

Are you tired?

His brows furrowed, his heart tightened, and he leaned forward.

"fine…"

Fu Xuan subconsciously retorted, but seeing his worried expression, he sighed helplessly and nodded gently.

"A little..."

She reached out her arm and gently leaned forward, nestling into his embrace.

Yu Chen gently embraced her, pulling her into his arms with a slight pull.

A wave of heartache washed over his face, spreading outwards in ever-widening circles.

He didn't understand why just going home would elicit such an expression from his young diviner.

But I didn't ask any more questions. If she was unhappy, then I wouldn't talk about it or think about that upsetting thing.

He will always stay with her, comfort her, and soothe her grievances and sadness.

Like Yu Chen, Fu Xuan also thoroughly enjoyed the scent on his body and his embrace, finding the scent and warmth very reassuring.

Holding him makes me feel much more relaxed, and the weariness and fatigue in my body seem to lessen considerably.

You smell so good... Did you just eat?

"No, I just cooked some porridge. Would you like some?"

Yu Chen held her slender waist, his palm gently resting on her waist and hips, feeling warm.

"I want~"

Fu Xuan raised her small face and rested her chin on his chest, looking at him with a smile and speaking softly.

Her tone was gentle and coquettish, and the slight discomfort seemed to have dissipated considerably.

Her figure is quite different from Yu Chen's. In this position, being held in his arms, she really looks like a little daughter hugging her father.

"it is good."

Yu Chen said softly, then slightly loosened his grip and bent down.

Fu Xuan smiled and familiarly wrapped his arms around his neck, then felt his body lighten as he was lifted up.

Yu Chen's large hand cradled her soft buttocks, gently rubbing against her small face that was so close to his.

Fu Xuan did not resist. For some reason, she was unusually gentle today and affectionately nuzzled Yu Chen's face.

Her little face was all smiles, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. Her previous bad mood seemed to have been swept away, and she looked to be in a very good mood now.

Yu Chen's gaze fell on her face, unusually gentle and calm.

Fu Xuan suddenly turned to look at him. Looking into his eyes, her face slowly flushed red. She blinked her glassy eyes, her expression shy, but she still leaned in and gently kissed him.

Soft lips pressed against the corner of the mouth, carrying a hint of sweetness, lingering for a long time before separating, warm and comforting.

"Is it done?"

Her face was lowered, as if she was a little embarrassed.

A delicate blush lingered on her fair face, stirring the heart of the man holding her.

"Hmm~"

Yu Chen seemed drunk. He didn't answer, and a slight blush unconsciously rose on his face. He smiled and slowed his pace, walking slowly towards the kitchen, which was usually the quietest place in the small fortune teller's house.

...

Lifting the lid, the white porridge was sprinkled with tiny red dates, adding a vibrant color that whetted the appetite.

The Sword Saint's arm strength was naturally beyond that of ordinary people, and Xiao Fuxuan herself was also very light. Even when he held her with one hand, it was still as light as holding a kitten.

She would probably be quite happy if she said that out loud…

He ladled out a large bowl of porridge and then tossed a spoon in. Although there was a kitchen, there was surprisingly no dining table.

Yu Chen then led her and Zhouzhou back to the office and sat down.

The Grand Diviner had softened considerably in every way. She nestled gently in Yu Chen's arms, her expression serene and gentle.

Yu Chen scooped up the porridge, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

Fu Xuan opened her soft, moist mouth, took a bite, sipped it gently, and swallowed. The warm, sweet taste warmed her heart.

Yu Chen stared intently at her face, nervously watching every subtle change in her expression.

"Are you alright...?"

"Mmm~ Delicious."

Fu Xuan smiled happily, and his voice became sweet, easing the Sword Saint's tense heart.

"Phew...that's good."

Yu Chen took a slight breath, then quickly scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Fu Xuan's lips.

"If you're feeling alright, eat more. Warm yourself up and fill your tummy."

Fu Xuan obediently opened her little mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, her eyes crinkling into slits with laughter, gentle and adorable.

She seems unusually gentle today…

Chapter 87 Want to Eat

"I can't eat anymore..."

Fu Xuan hummed, turned away, and nestled in Yu Chen's arms to avoid the spoon that Yu Chen offered again.

Yu Chen smiled helplessly, glanced at what was left in the bowl, and didn't force her to eat anymore.

He had just eaten enough to fill her stomach, so he opened his mouth wide and devoured the rest of the bowl in a few gulps.

Fu Xuan then raised her little face.

She leaned against Yu Chen's chest, her little feet swinging gently, patting Yu Chen's leg again and again.

The force was very weak, and she stared blankly out the window.

It was already completely dark, and it seemed like it would rain tonight. Dark clouds had filled the sky without us noticing.

The starlight has vanished, leaving only a deep, dark sky, so dark that not a single ray of light can be seen.

Yu Chen put down his chopsticks, grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, and then wiped Fu Xuan's mouth.

He leaned closer for a careful look, and only nodded in satisfaction after confirming that it was clean.

Fu Xuan's gaze fell on his face, a faint affection swirling in his somewhat vacant eyes.

She suddenly lifted her head and sniffed his neck. The warm breath on his skin made Yu Chen tremble slightly and swallow hard.

Her sniffing and rubbing were ticklish, making one's heart beat slightly faster involuntarily.

Fu Xuan buried his face in his neck, turned around, and sat facing him on his lap.

She stretched out her arms and hugged the body that was much broader and stronger than hers, burying herself in it tightly.

The lamp grew dimmer and dimmer; only a candle was lit, and that candle seemed to be burning out.

Yu Chen wrapped his arms around her slender waist and supported her soft buttocks, burying his face gently in Fu Xuan's hair and inhaling her scent.

His mouth was a little dry, and he really wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he didn't say anything.

It's alright, she'll definitely tell me if she's willing.