Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

At the Liangsong Street ferry, an ancient Sanming tile-covered boat was leisurely docked on the shore. Ji Zhiya held a wine pot in one hand and scooped up clear water with the other, trying to pick up the white clouds reflected in it.

Two egrets stood on a blue islet in the middle of the water, sometimes stopping to rest and sometimes flying around in the warm sunshine.

Ruan Chuyin looked at the painting in the distance, unable to bear to destroy this beauty, and stopped.

When they looked at each other inadvertently, the light in their eyes spread out like ripples on a small boat.

The white-clad man on the black-sailed boat straightened up. Bright red dogwood fruits fluttered in the breeze, conveying a subtle sense of concern in the faint golden glow.

Ji Zhiya smiled, flew over and took the food box from her hand, then put his arms around her soft waist under her astonished gaze, and lightly walked towards the vaguely visible White Bone Mountain in the distance.

The wind blew past his ears, and a few strands of black hair danced and touched his handsome face, adding a touch of tenderness to his eyebrows and eyes.

"But it's cold?" The tender voice stirred his eardrums, and the big hands around his waist suddenly tightened, and two red lips kissed his cold right cheek unexpectedly.

The soft touch made them feel weightless for a moment. In a flash, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, which made Ji Zhiya smile and jokingly said, "The girl is indeed cold."

"Mr. Ji!" Ruan Chuyin listened to his gloating tone, a hint of anger in her eyes, and the remaining embarrassment in her heart disappeared.

The heartbeat echoed madly and uncontrollably, and big golden beans dripped onto the broad back, wetting a strand of silver thread.

Two small hands rudely pulled out a few strands of black hair and pulled it off with force. The subtle touch made the corners of Ji Zhiya's beautiful lips curve even higher.

The mountaintop is shrouded in mist and the wind is blowing, creating a fairyland-like scene. Looking out over the mountains, the scenery is boundless and refreshing.

Ruan Chuyin listened to the wind's rustle, quickly estimating its speed. "Isn't it true that we're offering sacrifices to the wind god right after we set the table here?" Thinking of this, she turned her gaze to Ji Zhiya's sharply defined profile, lost in thought.

But she soon realized that she was wrong, because the slender arms wrapped around her tightly again and carried her towards another hill.

There stood a charming little wooden house, about thirty square meters in size, warmed by stoves in the four corners. The furnishings were simple: a plank bed, a kang (kang-shaped table), and four futons.

There was a sea of ​​clouds outside the window and a cliff under her feet. Everything seemed so novel to Ruan Chuyin that she had the illusion of escaping from the end of the world.

Ji Zhiya was slightly taken aback when he opened the lunch box. None of the six dishes inside were ones he had ever tried. Ruan Chuyin looked at the now-cold delicacies and introduced them with great regret.

"It's okay, just heat it up," Ji Zhiya said. He then placed the baked prawns with vermicelli, mapo tofu, crispy orange-flavored boneless fish, fairy chicken, drunken crab, and pineapple fried rice on the stove and heated them up.

"Orange-flavored boneless crispy fish and red crab are cold dishes and don't need to be put back into the oven," Ruan Chuyin reminded quickly.

"it is good."

Ji Zhiya's movements were quick and skillful, and it was obvious that he was used to living alone.

The six dishes were put on the table again, and under the dim candlelight, the two of them knelt facing each other, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

"Do you live here on weekdays? Where is your apprentice?" Ruan Chuyin asked the question in her mind.

"It's quiet here. As for Qingfeng, he can't come up for the time being."

It was indeed quite quiet. Living at such a high altitude, not even a bird could fly up. Ruan Chuyin felt that his Qinggong was even better than that of Sect Master Yan of the Xuantian Sect. Such a long distance, such a high altitude, and yet he had brought her up safely in just a cup of tea. The reputation of Fufeng Sword Immortal was well-deserved. Suddenly, she became curious about his strength and asked, "Whose Kung Fu is better, yours or Qi Jianshen?"

Ji Zhiya's eyes flickered as he scooped a bowl of fried rice for her and replied, "I haven't fought him yet."

"Oh." Ruan Chuyin sighed, slowly pondering his meaning. If it were someone else, like Yan Shanxing, they would certainly be more modest. But Ji Zhiya didn't. His tone was full of confidence, making her vaguely feel that their strength was equally matched.

"Miss Ruan, are you interested in my abilities?" Ji Zhiya poured her some hot tea, raised his eyes and stared at him with interest, wondering when to ask Jian Qi Ruyi to take her along.

"No, no, just asking." Ruan Chuyin awkwardly picked up the teacup and took a sip. From the corner of her eye, she could clearly see the other person's burning gaze, and she didn't dare to look up for a long time.

Of the six dishes, the Mapo Tofu was the fastest to be devoured, letting Ruan Chuyin know Ji Zhiya's taste. She actually liked spicy food, too, but her body didn't allow it, otherwise she would have loved spicy food every day.

During the meal, Ji Zhiya ate intently, rarely speaking. Ruan Chuyin could only swallow the three words "Qingyou Fruit" repeatedly, and waited until he put down his bamboo chopsticks and picked up the teacup before she began to think about her opening remarks again.

As her red lips slightly opened, Ji Zhiya took out a purse the size of two palms from an inconspicuous wooden cabinet beside her and handed it to her.

"Here are ten bottles of jade bone paste. When they are all used up, I will make more for you."

Re-refining?

Ruan Chuyin stared at the bulging purse in front of her, her heart pounding. Her pupils constricted violently as she repeated his words in her mind.

A pair of baby-white hands trembled as they touched the "Golden Mountain", and they lowered their head to swallow the saliva that kept rolling up their throats.

There are ten bottles of Jade Bone Cream, which costs seven hundred thousand taels per bottle. Ji Zhiya said there are still some left after they are used up. What does that mean?

Thinking of this, afraid of being misunderstood, he pursed his lips, raised his head and asked uncertainly: "Are all these for me?"

"Of course. I'm still short of two herbs for the rejuvenating lotion. I'll give it to you once I've refined it." Ji Zhiya's eyes were filled with smiles, his refined features gleaming in the candlelight and the golden light filtering in from the window. Every curve of his fingers gripping the teacup was captivating, as translucent, slender, and powerful as jade.

The low, mellow voice catalyzed Ruan Chuyin's thoughts, causing her mind to go blank for a moment. But the astronomical figure of seven million quickly brought her back to reality.

She kept adjusting herself as she breathed in and out. Finally, when her heart stopped skipping a beat, she spoke in a soft voice, "Master Ji's gift is so precious. I don't know what to do with this kindness. How about..."

"Deep friendship?" Ji Zhiya interrupted her, put down the teacup that was brought to his lips, and said with a slightly heavier tone, "Ji has never considered you a friend. Please don't misunderstand me."

Aren’t they friends? This was so embarrassing that Ruan Chuyin felt like she was going to be embarrassed to the extreme.

I know there's no such thing as a free lunch. But after thinking about it, I felt more at ease and asked tentatively, "So... what do you want from me? Compared to these, I want the Qingyou Fruit in your hand more."