Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The autumn night wind swirled a few withered yellow poplar leaves along the path in the residential area.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow light, making people's shadows look very long.

Xia He dragged her suitcase, walking with great effort, making her flat shoes look like high heels. The crisp "clack-clack-clack" sound was particularly imposing, as if she was both venting and concealing something.

Her long pink hair fluttered in the wind, and her silhouette exuded a resolute "I'm not afraid of anyone" attitude.

Yan Sen followed slowly behind her, his hands in his pockets, his pace unhurried, watching her back with a nonchalant air.

ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

Xia He's footsteps began to show subtle changes in frequency.

From initial firmness and determination, it became somewhat hesitant, and finally even showed signs of visibly wavering.

Rainbow Garden is one of the few large-scale residential complexes in Tianjin. The townhouse area and the regular residential area are connected by winding roads, and the community has excellent greenery. Not to mention first-time visitors, even new residents can easily get lost.

Finally, Xia He stopped at a fork in the road.

She looked to her left and saw a dark grove of trees; she looked to her right and saw a row of identical houses.

The momentum she had just displayed, as if she wanted to devour Yan Sen completely, vanished in an instant, like a deflated balloon.

She stood frozen in place, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Ask her later? She already made those tough statements, and now she's saying she can't find it? Doesn't she, the beautiful Xia, have any pride?

But if she doesn't ask, she won't be able to find it... which is just as embarrassing!

"throat......"

A muffled laugh that was extremely irritating came from behind me.

Xia He's shoulders twitched, but she gritted her teeth and didn't turn around.

Yan Sen strolled up, not stopping as he passed Xia He. He simply patted the handle of her suitcase with his left hand, then took it and handed it to his right.

Then, his left hand naturally grasped Xia He's wrist.

"This way, heroine."

Yan Sen pointed to the inconspicuous path on the right, his tone full of teasing, "That leads to the activity center. If you want to go there and practice your singing with the aunties or play chess with the grandpas, I won't stop you."

Xia He's face flushed red instantly, but fortunately, the night was dark and the streetlights were dim, so it wasn't very clear.

She glared at Yan Sen fiercely, but the seductive charm ingrained in her bones made her look less angry and more like she was being coquettish.

"So what if I don't know the way? This is my first time here!" Xia He retorted stubbornly.

"Yes, yes, you're right."

Yan Sen pulled two suitcases, his steps light and quick. "I'm mainly worried that such a naturally beautiful woman like you might wander into someone else's house by mistake. Wouldn't I be terribly upset then?"

"Shut up!"

"Alright."

The two walked one after the other through the neatly trimmed bushes and finally stopped at the entrance of Building B4.

Yan Sen took out his keys, opened the door, and turned on the light in the entryway.

The warm yellow light instantly filled the room, dispelling the chill of the autumn night.

Although the room was not very lively and some of the furniture was covered with dust cloths, there was a strange sense of security in it, which made Xia He's tense nerves relax.

"Change your shoes. Here, these pink slippers are perfect for you; the color complements your hair."

Yan Sen casually took a pair of pink rabbit plush slippers from the shoe cabinet, handed them to Xia He, then pushed his suitcase to the corner and pointed to a guest room on the first floor.

"That's your room, with a private bathroom. The sheets and duvet covers are in the closet. I won't treat you like a guest. Make your own room in a bit."

Xia He looked around. The decor wasn't luxurious, but it was stylish and had a relaxed and comfortable vibe.

"Okay," she replied, dragging her suitcase into the guest room.

A short while later, Yan Sen's voice came from the living room.

"Hey, Xiangxiang, what would you like to eat? I'll order takeout."

Xia He peeked out and saw Yan Sen sprawled on the sofa, frantically typing on his Nokia phone.

"Anything is fine... I'm not picky." Xia He hesitated for a moment, "Ideally... it would have meat."

She's been under a lot of stress lately because of Zhao Minghai's situation, and she hasn't been sleeping well for the past few nights, so she's really exhausted. Now her stomach feels empty, and she desperately needs the comfort of carbohydrates and fats.

"Got it." Yan Sen snapped his fingers. "Let's get down to earth."

......

Forty minutes later.

The coffee table was covered with foil boxes and disposable tableware.

Lamb skewers, beef tendon, chicken wings, grilled chives, grilled garlic, plus a large plate of spicy crayfish, all bright red and glistening with oil, their aroma so irresistible it makes your mouth water.

Several cans of chilled Yanjing beer stood nearby, with fine water droplets clinging to the bottles.

The television was turned on, and it was showing "New Three Kingdoms" directed by Gao Xixi.

Yan Sen sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding a string of large kidneys in his hand, eating with his mouth full of oil.

"Come on, Xiangxiang, don't just stand there, eat it while it's hot."

Yan Sen picked up a can of beer, popped it open with a "hiss," and let the foam gush out. "To celebrate the successful conclusion of our trip to Yanjing, and to celebrate the honor of being under the same roof as such a beautiful woman like you, let's have a drink."

Xia He changed into a loose-fitting set of home clothes, still the same burgundy one, which made her skin look radiant.

She sat opposite Yan Sen, looking at the table full of high-calorie "sources of evil," and swallowed hard.

Since awakening her superpowers, it seems like it's been a long time since she's sat on the carpet like this, enjoying skewers and beer with friends while watching TV...

This scene, brimming with the warmth of everyday life, felt so foreign to her, like something from a past life.

"What are you looking at? Afraid someone will poison you?"

Seeing that she didn't move, Yan Sen picked up a skewer of mutton and handed it to her. "Don't worry, the owners of these roadside stalls are very particular. It wouldn't do them any good to poison you. At most, they'd just use some less-than-good meat."

Xia He chuckled and took the meat skewer.

She took a bite.

The cumin and chili powder, mixed with the mutton fat, burst in your mouth, and that raw and direct deliciousness instantly conquers your taste buds.

"tasty."

Xia He's eyes lit up, and she stopped putting on airs. She imitated Yan Sen, crossed her legs, and held a skewer in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Delicious, isn't it? This roadside stall recommended by Sister Bao is guaranteed to be good." Yan Sen clinked glasses with her, gulped down a large mouthful of beer, and let out a satisfied sigh. "This is what life is all about!"

On TV, when they got to the part where Cao Cao was defeated and fled from Huarong Road, his panicked and disheveled appearance, coupled with Chen Jianbin's comical expression, made Yan Sen laugh out loud.

"Oh, look at Prime Minister Cao."

Yan Sen pointed at the TV, chewing on a piece of beef tendon, "That's what it means to live life to the fullest. If you lose, you run away; if you win, you laugh. You never waste your time. Xiangxiang, you should learn from him."

Xia He took a sip of wine, the alcohol making her cheeks flush red and her eyes become somewhat hazy.

"Learn from him?" Xia He asked, watching TV. "His reputation isn't exactly stellar, is it?"

"What reputation or not, those are just byproducts imposed on you by others." Yan Sen spat the bone into the trash can, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said, "These things are the most useless. The most important thing is that Cao Cao knew what he wanted and didn't care what others thought."

Yan Sen turned his head and looked at Xia He, his eyes clear and without a trace of impurity.

"Like you. When people call you a slut, a vixen, do you really think you're a fox spirit?"

Xia He paused, and the crayfish in her hand fell back into the plate.

She lowered her head, her voice muffled: "Isn't that right? As long as I'm in a crowd, even if I do nothing, they'll project the dirtiest thoughts onto me."

"That's their own lack of self-control, it's none of your business."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes, his tone self-righteous, "Is it your fault that you're pretty? Is it your fault that you have special abilities? It's like these crayfish on the table. They look so delicious, and I'm tempted to eat them. Am I supposed to blame the crayfish for seducing me?"

"Uh..." Xia He almost choked on the wine she had just drunk.

"What kind of twisted logic is that..." She looked at Yan Sen, both amused and exasperated. "Comparing me to crayfish?"

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound." Yan Sen shrugged. "Xiangxiang, you need to stand up straight. Your abilities are your talent, a gift from God. If you don't take what God has given you, you'll suffer the consequences. There's no reason not to use it. As for those men who can't control their lower bodies and those women who are envious and jealous, you don't need to pay any attention to them. They lack virtue and will reap what they sow one day."

Xia He looked at the eloquent young man in front of her.

He still had chili oil on his lips, his posture was completely unrefined, and what he said was a bunch of fallacies and heresies.

For some reason, these words sounded a million times more pleasing to her ears than the grand principles of those reputable schools.

"And what about you?" Xia He suddenly asked, her deep blue eyes fixed on Yan Sen. "Why are you alright? You're a man too, don't you... feel anything at all?"

This was a question she had always wanted to ask, but had never dared to.

Yan Sen paused for a moment, then put down the wine jar in his hand and looked at Xia He with a serious expression.

"Xiangxiang, you're looking down on me."

Yan Sen pointed to his chest. "I, Yan Sen, am a gentleman! A scholar of the Spring and Autumn Annals!"

"Speak like a human being." Xia He squinted her eyes.

"Cough..." Yan Sen broke down, chuckling, "Actually, there are two reasons. First, my family's cultivation method is quite special, with a strong and heavy spleen-earth qi, which is specifically designed to suppress this kind of mental interference. Your breathing muscles are like a tickle to me, I can feel it, but it's not enough to shake my foundation."

"Secondly..."

Yan Sen looked Xia He up and down with an extremely frank and even slightly critical gaze.

"Xiangxiang, you are indeed beautiful...and have a great personality...and a fantastic figure. But in my eyes...you're just so-so. After all, I've seen a lot in life, and I have my own principles, so I naturally ignore those who are all that pretty but worthless."

Xia He: "..."

Although she knew the kid was definitely bragging, the feeling of being "disliked" made her feel safer than ever before.

I still find it really annoying, though. I'll take the opportunity to kick him later...

Forget it... I'll just punch him. If I kick him, he might think I'm rewarding him.

"Tch, all pretentious." Xia He snorted, grabbed a crayfish and peeled it open fiercely, as if she were treating it like Yan Sen. "One day, I'll make you break your act."

"Then I'll be waiting." Yan Sen raised his glass cheerfully, "Cheers to making me break down."

"Cheers!"

Two aluminum cans collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound.

The atmosphere between the two was neither romantic nor ambiguous, nor was there any undercurrent of probing.

They were like friends who had known each other for years and had feelings for one another. Over a table of barbecue, with the occasional infectious laughter from a TV drama, they opened their hearts to each other, chatting about anything and everything without being bound by any topic, relaxed and comfortable.

Before we knew it, the beer cans had piled up into a small mountain.

Xia He's eyes were already somewhat glazed over. She leaned back on the sofa, hugging a cushion, watching the scene on TV, her eyelids drooping.

Yan Sen glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 1:30 a.m.

"Alright, let's stop here for today. My eyes are too tired to keep open."

Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked.

As he tidied up the mess on the table, he said casually, "Now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, it's time to sleep. Xiangxiang, you should get some rest too."

Xia He groggily raised her head, instinctively feeling a little nervous.

According to the plots she'd read in novels, this was usually when the man's true intentions were revealed. After a hearty meal and drinks, the man and woman were alone...

"You...you're asleep already?" Xia He asked tentatively.

Yan Sen tied a knot in the trash bag, threw it at the door, turned around and looked at her with a completely bewildered expression.

"Otherwise what? Does Xiangxiang want to hear me sing a lullaby? Or do you want to have a long talk with me about the philosophy of life all night long?" Yan Sen yawned, squeezing out two physiological tears from the corner of his eye. "Spare me, not only have you not slept well these past few days, I've also been staying up all night, and now I'm so sleepy I feel like I'm going to die."

With that, he waved his hand and walked straight to his bedroom.

"Remember to lock the door! I'll let you in on a secret: I can actually turn evil. Although I appear to be a perfect gentleman on the surface, who knows what I'll be like when I turn evil, hehehe~"

Yan Sen left behind a string of insults, pushed open the door, and then slammed it shut with a loud bang, the sound of the lock being turned on clearly audible.

Xia He was the only one left in the living room.

She hugged the cushion, stared at the closed door, and remained stunned for several seconds.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

He laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking, and tears were almost streaming down his face.

"asshole......"

Xia He muttered a curse under her breath, but her tone was full of laughter.

She stood up, staggered into the guest room, and collapsed onto the soft bed.

The quilt smelled of sunshine; it was clean and reassuring.

Xia He slept exceptionally soundly that night.

There were no nightmares, no disgusting stares, only the boy's smug smile in my dream, and the strong smell of cumin in his mouth.

But in that half-dreaming, half-awake state, she suddenly remembered something.

Damn it, I forgot to brush my teeth...