These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu, standing outside the door, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sure enough, although this woman was crazy, she wasn't to the point of self-destruction.

After all, it's fine if only the two of them know certain things, but if there's another person involved... it would be extremely embarrassing.

For example, those fragments of being used as slaves by herself, these are things that Ran Xinxue could never bring herself to say.

Wei Tu was relieved when the sounds inside the Medicine King Pavilion suddenly fell silent.

Oops.

Wei Tu turned around, intending to slip away.

But I didn't expect that.

"Wei Tu!"

The boy, with his back to the door, turned around stiffly.

Then he saw Ran Xinxue and Mu Xitong, two women with top-notch figures and faces, staring at him with icy expressions.

Wei Tu tried her best to put on a smile.

"Sect Master, Martial Uncle Mu, good afternoon."

Mu Xitong remained silent, while Ran Xinxue seemed to be in good spirits, as if she had lost all negative emotions after discovering that it was Wei Tu.

She even wore a seductive smile that made people instinctively feel annoyed. She moved over gently and even reached out to help the boy brush off the almost non-existent dust from his shoulders.

He whispered to Wei Tu.

"That's all you're capable of. I can still get out of bed and walk. I'll try harder next time."

After saying this, Ran Xinxue smiled and walked away.

Wei Tu was left standing there facing the icy Mu Xitong, and he gritted his teeth.

This woman... she's truly obsessed with being crazy.

Mu Xitong just stared at him coldly.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Wei Tu even wanted to run away. Good heavens, Ran Xinxue had already stirred things up, and he didn't even need to bother with basic pretense anymore.

Now look what's happened, the problem is entirely on my own.

Is this your new way of courting death? Dyeing the new snow!

"Um... Sister Xitong?"

"Your woman calls me 'little sister,' and you still call me 'older sister'?"

Mu Xitong stared coldly at Wei Tu, her eyes sharp as knives.

Wei Tu forced a smile, as if she wouldn't get hurt.

"What you're saying... You'll always be my Xitong sister, and that has nothing to do with anyone else~"

Mu Xitong turned her cold gaze away and walked straight into the Medicine King Pavilion.

Wei Tu, having already made up his mind, didn't care and just followed them.

Following Mu Xitong's figure all the way into the Medicine King Pavilion, Mu Xitong sat in front of the medicine furnace as always, as if there was nothing else in her eyes except the medicine furnace.

Wei Tu stood to the side, unsure whether to stand or sit, and finally sat down next to her in the awkward atmosphere.

The little fox, who had just returned from its carefree adventure, felt the suffocating air as soon as it entered the room.

She looked up at the restless boy, then at her master...

Well, let's come back later. Anyway, it's Wei Xiao'er's business, what does it have to do with us little fox?

It has nothing to do with the little fox.

Ran.

Wei Tu sat up straight, and the woman beside him exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

He thought for a moment and then spoke in a low voice.

"Sister Xitong, have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

Although they were very cold, they were still willing to answer, which is good; it hasn't come to the point of never speaking to each other again.

"Is the food good?"

"Ah."

"Is it as good as what I make?"

"..."

They stopped talking.

It seems that they are trying to avoid topics about themselves as much as possible now.

Wei Tu changed his strategy.

"The sect leader just arrived..."

"Didn't you see it?"

"Hmm... what did she say? It seems like Sister Xitong is quite unhappy."

"You were tricked into calling me 'sister'? Are you happy about that?"

"I'm happy to call her Sister Xitong."

Mu Xitong turned her head and glared at the boy, but the boy was thick-skinned and still grinned.

"Don't try that on me, it won't work no matter how innocent you pretend to be."

Wei Tu smiled and gently took Mu Xitong's hand in his.

Mu Xitong tried to resist, but Wei Tu held her tightly, his broad and gentle hand firmly enveloping her slender hand, leaving no room for anything else.

When that familiar scent was transmitted through my palm, it seemed that some things became irresistible.

She gave up, but remained silent.

Wei Tu held the woman's hand and whispered.

"Actually... I wanted to tell you about the matter with the sect leader from the beginning, but... the timing wasn't right, and we didn't even know what the situation was, so I didn't tell you."

Mu Xitong looked at the flames and said in a deep voice, "And now?"

"Actually, it's not convenient either..."

"Then what else did you say? Get out!"

Mu Xitong struggled again, but this time Wei Tu gripped her even tighter, even boldly wrapping his arm around her full shoulders.

This time, the boy forcefully pulled her into his broad embrace.

"Let me go... Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

"Since Sister Xitong is still angry, I can only try my best to comfort her."

"Is this supposed to be comforting? You're clearly just taking advantage of me!"

"Oh well, it's not the first time anyway..."

"What kind of logic is this... Ugh... Damn it."

This time, Mu Xitong really couldn't struggle anymore. As she struggled, Wei Tu inexplicably appeared behind her, his hands wrapping around her arms and entire body from the outside.

She could only sit in his arms, her back against his broad, warm chest, just like being tightly wrapped in a blanket on a winter's bed.

The coexistence of security and warmth makes one want to linger in the gentle warmth of winter.

Wei Tu rested his chin on her shoulder, his cheek almost touching hers.

The only obstacle in the way was perhaps the woman's dense hair.

When Wei Tu sensed that Mu Xitong had calmed down a bit, he was finally able to speak calmly.

“I know my nature seems terrible, but I never thought of hiding it. I am indeed a soft-hearted person with a weak will, so this kind of thing still happened.”

Listening to Wei Tu's words in my ear.

Mu Xitong's eyes were unreadable and uncertain.

"Are you pitying her?"

Wei Tu smiled and said, "Of course not. It's an arrogance to pity anyone, and even though I'm a scoundrel, I wouldn't do such a thing out of pity."

"That's what liking someone means?"

"...I wouldn't call it liking, the connection and bond between us... it should be more like hatred, but it seems to have developed in a somewhat distorted way, so it has become a relationship that no one can understand. When I understand it myself, I will tell Sister Xitong."

Mu Xitong didn't understand at first, but she finally started to get a little clue.

She remained silent.

The warm sunlight couldn't penetrate the house; it only gilded a few meters inside the threshold, making it look so radiant, like the surface of a shimmering lake.

"I understand. So, what are your plans for this relationship?"

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"Let's leave it at that. Time will tell. You know, the more rational you are in dealing with the relationship between men and women, the more chaotic it will become. You might as well follow your heart."

"You really are a complete scumbag."

"I'm really sorry for being such a jerk."

"Forget it, whether you're a jerk or not has little to do with me. What about Su Mi? What about your master?"

"Su Mi doesn't know yet, and I won't tell her now, although it will be discovered sooner or later... As for Master, what happened to Master?"

"Don't you know how much Lu Qingyan hates Ran Xinxue? Besides, you are her most beloved disciple, while Ran Xinxue is the sect leader and, in terms of seniority, her senior sister. Do you think she wouldn't feel strange or even angry?"

Wei Tu thought it was indeed very likely.

Women are strange. For example, Lu Qingyan wouldn't feel any reason to be jealous of Su Mi and Jiang Ying, but she wouldn't feel the same way about Ran Xinxue...

Then let's just draw our swords!