CFSMS -Chapter 166 Baby, Trust Me, I Won’t Let You Lose

The woman wasn’t deliberately trying to sound coquettish, yet there was an innate charm in her voice.

A smile rippled through her eyes as she glanced over.

That single glance was enough to make Fang Xian’s heart pound.

Not because he had been seduced.

But because he felt relieved.

“Thank you, Miss.”

Thankfully, his milk tea was safe. Otherwise, he would have beaten that guy to death.

The woman wasn’t surprised by Fang Xian’s reaction. She merely smiled before turning toward the ascetic cultivator.

“You look familiar.”

“Oh, I remember now. Back then, you tried to court me with a bunch of wildflowers you’d pulled from the roadside.”

“I also remember that a stray dog had just peed on those flowers.”

“I was so angry that I slapped you.”

“That slap must have hurt, right?”

She raised a hand and gently traced the air in front of the ascetic’s cheek. Her expression looked troubled, as if she regretted her impulsiveness at the time.

Hearing this, the ascetic’s eyes widened.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to hear the woman let out a soft laugh.

“I really shouldn’t have done that back then…”

Seeing him grow increasingly emotional, she curled her lips and changed her tone.

“I shouldn’t have slapped you so lightly. I should’ve sent you straight to meet the Buddha with one strike.”

Buddha: I am compassionate, but that doesn’t mean I accept just anyone.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

There had been so many people present at the time. Everyone had seen him trying to woo her with flowers that had been peed on by a stray dog.

How humiliating.

The fact that she had only slapped him once was already showing restraint.

The moment her words fell, the ascetic’s heart shattered into countless pieces.

“You demoness!”

he shouted furiously.

Only to see her raise her hand again.

The pain from years ago seemed to return instantly. The ascetic subconsciously jumped backward, only to hear her chuckle.

“Lucky you.”

“Boss Lu is here this time. For Boss Lu’s sake, I won’t touch you.”

She snorted, then threw a flirtatious wink toward Lu Wu, who had been secretly watching the drama unfold nearby.

Lu Wu awkwardly smiled and quickly looked away.

Honestly, she wanted to say that she didn’t have that much influence. Feel free to keep going.

She hadn’t had enough of the gossip yet.

Dog-pee flowers?

That was peak drama.

She wanted to hear more!

“Boss Lu, we meet again~”

Ignoring the crowd of monks, the woman walked straight to Lu Wu and, in full view of all the customers, wrapped an arm around her waist.

“This mountain is so tall. I’m exhausted from climbing it.”

“Boss Lu, I need a hug.”

She spoke in a spoiled tone, her seductive demeanor drawing the attention of every monk present.

They all glared at her.

“Demoness! Let go of Boss Lu!”

one monk shouted, looking as though he wanted to rush over and take her place.

Boss Lu belonged to everyone!

“Miss Xia, long time no see.”

Lu Wu greeted her with a cheerful smile before removing the hand around her waist.

A hug was one thing.

Taking advantage was another.

They were both women.

Everything she had, Xia Yi had too.

The newcomer was none other than Xia Yi, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect whom Lu Wu had once met outside the Ten Thousand Poisons Valley.

“Boss Lu, you still remember me? I’m so honored~”

Even after being pulled away, Xia Yi refused to leave. She stayed glued to Lu Wu’s side, blinking her beautiful eyes.

“Boss Lu, since we’re clearly destined to meet again, how about selling me a cup of milk tea first?”

“I’m dying of thirst~”

As the saying went, a woman who knew how to act cute had the best luck.

And the person acting cute right now happened to be a breathtaking beauty.

Lu Wu had to admit it.

Her heart was beginning to lean toward the beauty.

“Absolutely not!”

But someone immediately dragged her heart back.

Zen Yu, who was carefully savoring his milk tea, looked at Xia Yi with a sharp gaze.

“Fellow Daoist Xia, everything should follow order. Everyone here has been waiting for a long time.”

“You can’t cut in line.”

“That wouldn’t be right.”

Zen Yu spoke righteously.

After all, he was the Buddhist Child of Tianfo Temple. How could he let the disciples of Tianfo Temple be bullied by a demoness from the Hehuan Sect?

“You monks are still so full of principles.”

“What if I say I’ll share half my milk tea with you if I get one first?”

Bald monk.

Pretending to be proper.

Hands on her hips and chin raised, Xia Yi looked down at Zen Yu and proposed a sharing plan.

“In that case… that would be acceptable.”

The balance in Zen Yu’s heart tilted even further.

This time, however, it tilted toward Xia Yi.

Rubbing his stomach, he admitted that although he had already drunk quite a lot, he still wanted more.

Today, he would indulge himself just once.

“Ah! No, Senior Brother!”

“Senior Brother, you can’t be bewitched by her!”

“Senior Brother, open your eyes and look at me! I refuse to believe she’s all you can see!”

“Senior Brother, I trusted you for nothing!”

Seeing the monks on the verge of bursting into tears, Zen Yu turned his head away in pity.

“Amitabha.”

Buddha, I’ll offer you some milk tea later. Please don’t be angry.

“Hahaha!”

Xia Yi laughed triumphantly, swaying as if she were about to collapse into Lu Wu’s arms.

Lu Wu immediately took a step backward.

One close-range seduction was enough.

She couldn’t handle any more.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you monks.”

“I’ll go line up.”

After giving Lu Wu a resentful look, Xia Yi walked to the back of the queue.

Seeing this, Zen Yu followed her.

The two cast a soundproof barrier, making it impossible for outsiders to hear their conversation.

Still, it was rather strange for a disciple of the Hehuan Sect to appear at a Buddhist holy land at a time like this.

And that usually meant there was a story behind it.

Lu Wu, who loved fantasy gossip more than anything, felt unbearably itchy with curiosity.

There was definitely juicy gossip here.

But she couldn’t hear it.

Agony.

“Brother, stay strong.”

Fang Xian noticed that his rival was still secretly looking in Xia Yi’s direction.

His eyes were filled with the bitterness of unrequited love.

Even after all that, he still hadn’t turned his love into hatred.

What profound devotion.

Ah, love.

How great it was.

Having witnessed such true love, Fang Xian decided to let go of his hostility.

He wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders and guided him toward the back of the line.

“Come on. I’ll treat you to milk tea.”

“I guarantee that after one cup, you’ll forget all about demonesses and saintesses.”

How could a beauty possibly compare to milk tea?

Meanwhile, the ascetic cultivator had merely been trying to figure out how to leave quickly and gracefully.

Before he knew it, he had been dragged into the queue.

Milk tea?

No.

He absolutely could not drink it.

The moment the image of milk tea appeared as a tiny temptress inside his Heart Realm, he knew Xia Yi could never trouble him again.

His reasoning was simple.

If he couldn’t obtain it, he wouldn’t miss it.

The same applied to the inner demon that was milk tea.

As long as he never tasted it, he could ruthlessly cut down this heart demon with a single stroke.

Unrequited longing brought no response.

Forgetting was the true path.

“Brother, my house is on fire. I need to go put it out.”

“So I won’t be drinking milk tea.”

The ascetic laughed awkwardly, trying to retreat.

“On fire?”

“It’s fine. I’m sure some kind-hearted cultivator passing by will cast a spell and put it out.”

In the Qingyuan World, what was a little fire worth worrying about?

Fang Xian showed no intention of releasing his shoulder.

Hadn’t he already said it?

He definitely wasn’t the type to hold grudges.

Look how friendly he was.

If he had tasted something delicious, shouldn’t he share it with his good friend?

“Baby, trust me. I won’t let you lose.”

Come on, baby.

Fall with me into this love nest called milk tea.

Qian Bao, whose name literally meant “Treasure”:
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”