He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

With Zhao Yang gone, it was naturally inappropriate for Zhu Mo to stay and be with Qu Yi.

Of course, Zhao Yang was also worried.

He grabbed Zhu Mo and strode away.

"Why did you drag me out here?" Zhu Mo asked.

Zhao Yang's expression remained calm.

The next second, Zhu Mo understood something, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he pointed at his own nose: "You're afraid I have feelings for Qu Yi?!"

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wow! Zhao Yang! You can't do that! How could I possibly have any feelings for Sister Qu? Although she really is... well, beautiful, stunningly beautiful, especially her eyes, when she looks at you, they're so cool, like, well..."

Zhu Mo thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered: "Ah! Just like that luminous pearl that was presented as tribute from the Southern Kingdom."

After praising him a few more times, he felt something was off and suddenly turned to look at Zhao Yang's face.

"you you you you you!"

"You wouldn't be...doing this to your sister..."

"Zhao Yang!! This is against all moral principles!"

Zhao Yang's lips twitched a few times, then he kicked Zhu Mo in the butt, causing Zhu Mo to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Yang scoffed.

"That's good, that's good." Zhu Mo patted his chest and caught his breath.

Zhao Yang took a big step forward, then suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction.

He swiftly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

The arrow pierced the air, traveling at incredible speed through the dense forest branches, and struck a fawn that couldn't escape in time, right in the neck.

As Zhao Yang walked over and picked up the fawn, he recalled Zhu Mo's words from earlier.

whispering sound.

What do you mean by going against common sense? He's not her brother at all.

"Ms. Qu, thank you very much."

Zhu Mo said this while Qu Yi was inspecting his prey.

Qu Yi was somewhat puzzled: "Why are you thanking me?"

Zhu Mo: "Miss Qu cooked for us personally, so we should thank her."

Qu Yi's gaze paused for a moment. Before she could speak, Zhao Yang took the prey and said to her, "Go and wait. I'll call you when it's ready."

Zhu Mo's eyes widened.

⊙︿⊙？ ！

"You cook?!"

"Ah."

Zhu Mo opened his mouth but made no sound.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You... volunteered?"

Zhao Yang looked at him as if he were a fool.

Zhao Yang's cooking skills were impeccable. Qu Yi ate quite slowly, but it didn't feel rude at all. Perhaps it was because of his calm and composed expression that it looked rather pleasing to the eye.

Zhu Mo glanced at it a couple more times, then suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He caught a glimpse of Zhao Yang's icy gaze out of the corner of his eye, but he pretended not to notice. He not only continued looking at it, but also took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Qu Yi.

"Does Miss Qu know how to cook?"

"meeting."

Zhao Yang was taken aback.

"But it's not necessarily edible."

"puff!"

The two of them looked at Zhao Yang, who was laughing.

Zhao Yang coughed lightly twice, suppressing his smile.

Qu Yi has been leaving early and returning late lately, and each time she has made a great harvest.

That day, Zhao Yang saw that she had bought some more things, none of which looked cheap.

"I have some loose silver here, I'll give it to you."

He was about to get it when Qu Yi pulled him to the room where he was staying and skillfully took the box out from under the bed.

"Why are you still here?" Zhao Yang asked.

"I didn't take it."

"I didn't mean for you to..."

"No need."

Zhao Yang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Qu Yi didn't even look at him, and directly opened the box: "It's alright, by then it's just that I was blind, it's my own fault."

Zhao Yang licked his back teeth hard and couldn't help but click his tongue in his mind.

However, he did get a glimpse of Qu Yi's family background, and it was indeed... not bad.

Although in his previous life, Zhao Yang, the fearsome "God of Slaughter," this amount of money was nothing, not even worth a few days' worth of food for his soldiers.

However, considering the capital of this area, they are already quite wealthy.

And she bought quite a lot of things a few days ago, if you add it all up...

Zhao Yang's gaze towards her changed.

How exactly did they get the money?

Qu Yi looked up sharply, her gaze meeting his.

"A legitimate business."

"……it is good."

They clearly don't believe it.

After thinking for a moment, Qu said, "I'll take you next time."