Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

It was already midnight, but Yun Qian had not yet gone to bed. This was not because of any other reason, but because she was naturally energetic and did not need to sleep that much, especially at night. Living in such a fictional ancient era, it was really boring on weekdays. When night fell, there was nothing to do and she could only read storybooks on the couch.

As she was flipping through the pages, her eyes felt uncomfortable from the yellow light of the candle, and she felt sleepy. She yawned unconsciously, and a few tears came out of her eyes. Her mouth opened wide, and she didn't close her mouth until the last trace of sleepiness was expelled from her chest. She rubbed the corners of her moist eyes, and continued to look at the book in her hand with a little laziness.

"This story about a fox demon and a scholar is quite interesting."

"Host~I want to listen too."

Yun Qian smiled and did not mock it for not being able to understand classical Chinese. She closed the book and began to talk.

"This fox demon, named Qingfeng, is gentle by nature, having achieved enlightenment through thousands of years of spiritual practice. In the mortal world, she met the impoverished scholar Yuhang and, pitying his plight, fell deeply in love with him. Yuhang's family had fallen on hard times, and living in poverty, he single-mindedly focused on the imperial examinations, hoping to one day achieve success and fame. However, his difficult family circumstances and the injustices of the world made the path to the imperial examinations exceptionally difficult. One day, Yuhang encountered a beautiful young girl in a quiet mountain forest. She was splendidly dressed, had outstanding looks, and carried a cool, ethereal air about her demeanor. The girl introduced herself as Qingfeng, revealing herself to be a fox demon who had cultivated for thousands of years. She fell in love with Yuhang at first sight and offered to accompany him."

"Ah, is there such a good fox demon sister?"

"Whether it's human or demon, good or evil, is there any definite connection?"

Yun Qian smiled, patted the system's head, and continued. "To help Yuhang out of his predicament, Qingfeng used magic to solve his daily chores and support his studies. She even used her own magical powers to attract opportunities, helping him rise through the ranks of the imperial examinations. The two depended on each other, fell in love, and lived a warm and sweet life. However, after achieving success, Yuhang gradually distanced himself from Qingfeng, beginning to dislike her identity as a monster and feeling uneasy about her loyalty and affection. The daughters of high-ranking officials began to appear around Yuhang, and he began to no longer be content with Qingfeng's company."

At this point, the system became visibly disappointed. Most people like to hear happy stories about talented men and beautiful women. Such stories of infidelity are always disliked, but they are also the most realistic. Most people are like Yuhang, who cannot resist temptation and cannot see through people's hearts.

Yun Qian smiled and was about to continue talking, but she belatedly sensed something strange outside the door. Someone was coming... and just stood there without knocking. A trace of surprise flashed across Yun Qian's brows, but then she regained her composure and shook her head with a smile.

Qingfeng sensed Yuhang's change of heart, and though her heart ached, she didn't force him. She knew her identity as a monster was ultimately unacceptable to the human world, so when Yuhang expressed his willingness to marry a woman from an aristocratic family, Qingfeng agreed. Sad and helpless, she left Yuhang, leaving behind a letter and her best wishes. Tears welled up in her eyes, and as her tears flowed, she wrote: "May you find a beautiful woman to be with you, and I shall never remain in this world again."

Qi Jueyu outside the door listened silently to Yun Qian telling the story of "Qing Feng" with a frown in confusion. Why did she suddenly seem to be thinking about such a tragic story? Although Qi Jueyu was a man, he also understood that women like to put themselves into the perspective of the female protagonist when reading a story.

And...who is she telling this to, herself?

After Qingfeng left, Yuhang's life did not live up to his expectations. His new wife lacked Qingfeng's gentleness and consideration, and the couple lacked a deep bond. Gradually, Yuhang realized Qingfeng's true feelings for him, and recalling the years they had spent together, he felt a surge of regret. He began to miss Qingfeng's kindness and even dreamed of her frequently. He became depressed and unhappy all day long. Finally, he could no longer endure the inner torment and regretted his coldness.

Yuhang later learned that after Qingfeng left, he lost his thousand-year cultivation due to emotional pain and eventually passed away sadly. At the end of the story, Yuhang died alone in endless regret.

Yun Qian finished her words and looked up at the wilted little ball of light in her hand. She used her mind to communicate with it, asking it to hide its shape. She stared at the stained glass window illuminated by the lamplight. The sky outside had already darkened, making it impossible to see the man's shape.

What is he doing here? It's so late.

Yun Qian was just trying to figure out what was going on when someone knocked on the door.

"it's me."

"Yun Qian."

...When Yun Qian opened the door, she looked up and met Qi Jueyu's deep eyes.

"Why are you here?" The beautiful girl asked him with a smile, making it impossible to tell that she was not speaking. Qi Jueyu stared at her for a moment, an extremely invasive aura rising up from her. Yun Qian's smile froze for a moment, as if she was puzzled by his silence.

The next moment, Qi Jueyu spread out his hands, and like a magic trick, he produced a white-glazed porcelain box with a jade-like warm feel. What was inside... was self-evident.

"This is... lip balm. I heard you were asking the servants for some today, so I sent someone out to get some."

In the dim yellow candlelight, Yun Qian was wearing a soft and light pajamas, with her three thousand strands of black hair hanging down by her shoulders. Her face was not made up, her black hair was shiny, and she was not wearing any hairpins or jewelry, which made her look even more peaceful at this moment.

Yun Qian looked up at him, suppressing the urge to question him for keeping such close watch on her. Her beautiful phoenix eyes gazed at him lovingly, while she lowered her gaze to look at the small white porcelain box in his hand. The corners of her mouth curled up, her expression gentle and quiet, concealing her usual ostentatious demeanor.

"Help me." She raised her eyes and looked straight at Qi Jueyu. She thought he wouldn't refuse.

…………

Qi Jueyu's figure shifted slightly. He was draped in a blue and white Buddhist robe, its plainness imbued with an untouchable solemnity. The fabric was exquisite, yet the texture was elegant. The lines of the collar and sleeves perfectly outlined his figure. A darkly patterned Zen shawl draped over his shoulders, spotless and immaculate, exuded a deliberate aloofness. The elegant color scheme accentuated his austerity. The slight rise of his wide sleeves seemed to carry a hint of cool sandalwood, lingering around him.

Even though he was dressed so simply, it couldn't hide the smell of aggression and invasion that emanated from him. The look he gave Yun Qian became even more ambiguous.

After hearing Yun Qian's words, he lowered his brows. The candlelight reflected in his deep eyes, but it still couldn't hide the dark and deep expression. He stood there like a sculpture, with a hint of unshakable majesty in his calmness. His posture was obviously awe-inspiring, but he raised his lips and said, "Okay."