Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Mornings always come late at Duanqingju.

The wind and snow outside the window blocked out most of the sunlight, making the room dim and dark, with only the occasional crack of a spark from the charcoal brazier.

When Chen Xuan woke up, the spot next to him was still warm.

He turned to his side, propped his head up with one hand, and stared at the person beside him in the dim light.

Su Chang'an has a bad sleeping posture.

She curled up in a ball, half her face buried in the blanket, her hand still tightly gripping the corner of the blanket, as if afraid someone would steal her warmth.

Her long, silver hair covered the pillow, with a few unruly strands clinging to the tip of her nose, trembling with each breath.

Chen Xuan reached out and circled his fingertips twice around that strand of hair.

It's a little itchy.

He couldn't resist and leaned over to blow a breath on those few strands of hair.

Su Chang'an frowned, snorted, and raised his hand to slap him.

"Stop fooling around... I'm sleepy."

The slap was soft and weak, landing squarely on Chen Xuan's face.

Chen Xuan didn't dodge. He grabbed her wrist and tucked her back into the blankets. Then he pulled the blankets up so that only her forehead was sticking out.

His injuries hadn't fully healed, and even the slightest movement caused him pain, but he didn't want to get up.

Just watching her sleep is much more interesting than meditating or practicing martial arts.

About half an hour later, Su Chang'an finally woke up.

She groggily opened her eyes, yawned, stretched, and mumbled, "What time is it?"

"At the hour of Si (9-11 AM)," Chen Xuan said.

Upon hearing this, Su Chang'an immediately tried to bury his head back under the covers: "It's only 9 AM, let me sleep a little longer."

Chen Xuan yanked off the covers and scooped her out of bed.

"Get up and eat. Zhao Tiezhu brought over some spirit rice porridge. It will get cold if you don't eat it soon."

Su Chang'an looked unwilling, leaning against Chen Xuan like he had no bones, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"You unfilial son, you're becoming more and more unruly. You won't even let your father sleep in."

Chen Xuan ignored her rambling, took the coat next to him and put it on her, then squatted down to put her shoes on.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

Su Chang'an looked down at him.

The boy's back was very straight, and even though his body was wrapped in gauze, he still exuded a stubbornness.

Back in the sealed cave, she was the one who dressed this kid. Who would have thought that the tables would turn and now it's his turn to serve her.

"alright."

Chen Xuan stood up and clapped his hands.

Su Chang'an shuffled to the dressing table and sat down. Just as she picked up the comb to comb her hair, Chen Xuan took the comb from her hand.

"I'll do it."

Chen Xuan stood behind her, one hand gathering her long hair, the other holding a comb, and awkwardly gesturing a couple of times.

"Can you do that?" Su Chang'an looked at him in the mirror with a doubtful expression. "Don't pull my hair out."

"Don't move."

Chen Xuan pressed down on her shoulders, and used the comb in his hand to comb her hair upwards little by little.

He's really not very good at it.

I've only ever stroked fox fur before; this is the first time I've ever combed a person's hair.

Fortunately, Su Chang'an's hair was smooth and not tangled much; it was cleared up after a few combings.

Chen Xuan combed his hair very carefully.

His fingers ran through the hair, occasionally brushing against the back of Su Chang'an's neck.

My fingertips had thin calluses, and they felt a little rough against my skin, but they were burning hot.

Su Chang'an shrank his neck.

"itch."

Chen Xuan paused for a moment, said nothing, and continued combing.

As he combed his hair, his gaze fell on Su Chang'an's ears.

After transforming, Su Chang'an put away his nine tails, but his ears would occasionally pop out.

I think I pressed on it while sleeping, because the tip of my left ear is a little red and covered with a layer of fine downy hair.

Chen Xuan stared at that ear for a long time.

As if possessed, he lowered his head and leaned over to kiss the downy fur.

The warm, moist sensation dissipates upon contact.

Su Chang'an was as if struck by lightning, and he suddenly jumped up from his chair.

"Chen Xuan!"

She covered her ears, her face instantly turning red to the roots of her neck, staring at Chen Xuan with disbelief in her eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

Fox ears are extremely sensitive; they'll bristle at the slightest touch, let alone be kissed.

That unfilial son!

It's the other way around!

Chen Xuan still held the comb in his hand, looking completely calm, as if he wasn't the one who had just acted like a hooligan.

"There's dust."

He was lying with a straight face.

"If there's dust, blow it away! Why are you kissing it?!" Su Chang'an exclaimed angrily, "Are you a pervert?"

Chen Xuan placed the comb on the table, took a step forward, and cornered Su Chang'an against the wall.

"I'm a pervert."

He admitted it very readily.

Su Chang'an was baffled by his nonchalant attitude.

She opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Xuan was in a great mood seeing her embarrassed and annoyed expression.

He reached out and ruffled Su Chang'an's hair, messing up his freshly combed hair.

"Have a meal."

After saying that, he turned and walked to the outer room, leaving Su Chang'an standing there bewildered.

Su Chang'an touched his burning ears and cursed the system a hundred times in his mind.

You can't raise the favorability rating too high.

This isn't raising a cub, it's raising a wolf cub, the kind that's ready to devour her at any moment.

Breakfast consisted of rice porridge with pickles.

Chen Xuan ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Su Chang'an, then handed her the chopsticks.

"Eat more, you're too thin."

Su Chang'an took the chopsticks and poked at the grains of rice in the bowl: "I'm not thin, I have a standard figure."

"It's uncomfortable to hold," Chen Xuan said.

Su Chang'an almost choked to death on a mouthful of porridge.

She glared at Chen Xuan: "Who told you to hug me? From now on, stay three feet away from me."

Chen Xuan didn't reply, but picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in her bowl.

"I have already sealed the Holy Spirit Blood Crystal with my spiritual power. Once I have purified the resentment on it, we will break the formation."

When it came to serious matters, Su Chang'an also became serious.

"That thing is really weird, don't be reckless."

"I know what I'm doing."

After finishing his meal, Chen Xuan went to the back mountain to refine the blood crystal.

Su Chang'an originally wanted to go back to bed for a nap, but seeing Chen Xuan's injuries and the cold wind, he felt a little guilty.

"I'll go with you."

Su Chang'an stood up, took Chen Xuan's cloak and draped it over him, then wrapped himself in a thick cloak.

"No need, it's cold outside," Chen Xuan refused.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to keep an eye on you, in case you go astray."

Without saying a word, Su Chang'an grabbed his hand and walked out.

Chen Xuan looked down at their clasped hands.

Su Chang'an's hands were small and soft, held in his palms.

He gripped his hands tightly, interlocking his fingers.

Su Chang'an struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, so he let him be.

The two walked one after the other in the snow.

The disciples of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect couldn't help but smile like doting aunts when they saw this.

Chief Chen, who is usually as cold as ice, was now holding the woman's hand with such a gentle smile on his face.

Upon arriving at the back of the mountain, Chen Xuan found a sheltered cave to sit down.

Su Chang'an sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

Chen Xuan closed his eyes, circulated his spiritual power, and began to refine the Holy Spirit Blood Crystal.

A crimson aura emanated from his body, turning his originally pale face a deep red.

Su Chang'an could feel the violent power contained in that blood energy.

She was a little worried.

This unfilial son, he'd risk his life for her.

Time passed little by little.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Xuan's forehead, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Su Chang'an took out a handkerchief and leaned over to gently wipe his sweat.

Chen Xuan didn't move or open his eyes, but his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

Chen Xuan didn't finish his practice until the sun had set.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"How is it?" Su Chang'an asked hurriedly.

"That's about it." Chen Xuan stood up and stretched his limbs. "In three more days, it will be completely refined."

"That's good."

Su Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief.

By the time the two started walking back, it was completely dark.

The mountain road was difficult to travel, and the snow was very thick.

Su Chang'an walked with uneven steps, almost slipping and falling several times.

Chen Xuan stopped and squatted down in front of her.

"Come up."

"No need, I can walk by myself," Su Chang'an refused.

"Hurry up, I'm cold," Chen Xuan urged.

When Su Chang'an heard him say he was cold, she stopped being coy and immediately climbed onto his back.

Chen Xuan carried her on his back and steadily walked down the mountain.

Su Chang'an wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against the fur collar of his cloak.

"Chen Xuan".

"Um?"

Are you heavy?

"It's not heavy, it's about the size of a cat."

"You're the cat, your whole family are cats."

Chen Xuan chuckled but didn't refute.

The wind and snow were heavy, but Su Chang'an didn't feel cold at all.

This back, broad and warm, made her feel incredibly safe and secure.

Back at Broken Heart Residence, both of them were covered in snow.

Chen Xuan brushed the snow off Su Chang'an's cloak and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Go to bed early.

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he turned to go to the soft couch in the outer room.

Su Chang'an watched his retreating figure and suddenly called out to him.

"Chen Xuan".

Chen Xuan stopped and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Su Chang'an bit her lip and pointed to her bed.

"It's cold outside, why don't you come in and sleep?"

Chen Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then a smile flashed in his eyes.

"it is good."