Tong Xiaosong, feeling a bit shy, got onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, looking at Zhi Xian.
Zhi Xian held half an apple in his hand, pointing to the copper basin, “Actually, you don’t need to bring it. It’s not useful to me anymore; you can just throw it away.”
“Throw it away?” Tong Xiaosong was momentarily stunned, feeling like a piece of his heart suddenly emptied, as if he had lost the connection with Zhi Xian.
Zhi Xian nodded, finished the apple in a few bites, then reached into his pocket, climbed onto the bed.
Watching Zhi Xian climb onto the bed, Tong Xiaosong’s eyelids twitched, “On the night I threw away the copper basin, was it also you causing mischief?”
Zhi Xian hesitated, with a somewhat guilty smile, “At that time, you kept throwing away the copper basin, and I got a bit angry, so I wanted to teach you a lesson.”
Tong Xiaosong instantly felt a bit guilty: …
Zhi Xian quickly said, “Forget about that. Here, take this. It’s my most important thing. I’m giving it to you, so you must wear it close to your body, okay?”
Tong Xiaosong looked at what Zhi Xian gave him—a golden necklace. The chain was delicate and slender, and the pendant was a small golden cylinder with a blue flame pattern coiling around it.
His gaze was immediately captivated, “So beautiful.”
Zhi Xian smiled, “Open it; it looks even better.”
“Can it be opened?” Encouraged by Zhi Xian’s gaze, Tong Xiaosong tried to open the cylindrical pendant. The next moment, he actually managed to take it off, leaving only the top hanging on the chain.
The removed cylinder was very delicate in his hand. Under the gaze of the two, it emitted a small cluster of blue flames, lively and full of vitality.
Tong Xiaosong let out a sigh of amazement, unable to say more words. His eyes were fixed on the mesmerizing cluster of flames—a beautiful fire.
Zhi Xian gently wrapped his hands around Tong Xiaosong’s hand holding the spark, and with deep affection, softly said, “This is my spark, my heart. I’m giving it to you.”
Tong Xiaosong came back to his senses, and as he looked up, he saw Zhi Xian illuminated by the flame—gentle, indulgent, affectionate, and sincere.
In that fleeting moment, an irresistible attraction.
The two gradually drew closer, and Tong Xiaosong felt the warmth of Zhi Xian, making him blush in waves.
Their lips finally touched, soft as petals brushing against each other.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Zhi Xian’s expression showed a touch of displeasure at the disturbance. He said, “Don’t be afraid; I’ll go see what it is.”
Zhi Xian got out of bed and walked outside.
Tong Xiaosong quickly put the spark back and wore the necklace around his neck.
He felt a bit worried because the thing seemed to have no clasp; it easily came off. What if he lost such an important thing? Maybe he should just return it to Zhi Xian and keep it in a safe place.
However, he really hesitated to give it back.
When he came back to his senses, Tong Xiaosong found himself continuously fiddling with the cylindrical pendant. However, despite his attempts, the solidly constructed cylinder seemed like a single entity. After fiddling for so long, it didn’t come off.
Feeling somewhat strange, Tong Xiaosong deliberately held the object in front of him for closer inspection. He discovered that the delicate cylinder had no seams whatsoever.
How did he open it earlier?
Tong Xiaosong tentatively tried to remove it again. This time, it easily came off, and the spark appeared before his eyes once more.
After a few more attempts, he felt relieved. It seemed that the object could only be removed when he actively wanted to take it off. If he didn’t deliberately try to remove it, it stayed as solid as metal, immovable.
Placing the spark inside his pajamas, even though it was made of metal, there was no icy sensation. Instead, it gave off a subtle warmth.
He got up and went to find Zhi Xian. Opening the door, he was surprised to find not only Zhi Xian outside but also his sister.
Before he could speak, Zhi Xian raised his index finger, signaling him to be silent.
He silently walked to Zhi Xian’s side, and before he could grasp the situation, he heard the door being knocked again.
Knock, knock, knock.
Zhi Xian had been waiting for this moment. With lightning speed, he swiftly opened the door.
As expected, there was no one outside the door.
Only a wet sickle lay quietly on the ground outside.
Tong Xiaosong exclaimed, “This is the sickle I threw away. It was touched by that strange thing. I saw it later but didn’t dare to pick it up, afraid it might carry dirt with it. So, I kicked it into the ditch.”
Zhi Xian sneered, “Now we even encounter things that do good deeds without leaving a name. It returns the tool but doesn’t stay for a chat.”
Tong Xiaoyan expressed some concern, “You two are too impulsive. There are many strange things in the mountains; don’t bother with them. Let’s go to sleep.”
Zhi Xian picked up the sickle and placed it in a small storage shed designated for farm tools.
Upon returning, Zhi Xian closed the door and said, “Let’s go to sleep. Hopefully, it won’t come again tonight…”
***
Whatever was said came true.
Tong Xiaosong woke up in the midst of a gaze, squinting his eyes and seeing the slender dark figure inside the room.
Because it was too tall and the room ceiling wasn’t that high, it was bending its waist in a twisted manner.
That humanoid but non-human head was almost right next to his bed, staring at him.
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhi Xian was lying behind him, with one arm draped over his waist.
He pretended to half-awaken and turned over, pulling Zhi Xian frantically under the covers.
The eerie entity, unable to see him, moved slowly and surprisingly shifted on top.
Terrified, Tong Xiaosong burrowed into Zhi Xian’s arms and excitedly patted him.
But he didn’t notice the sly smirk on Zhi Xian’s lips.
The long, slender shadow, unable to see Tong Xiaosong, shifted its attention to Zhi Xian.
The face, which couldn’t be clearly seen, got closer and closer until Zhi Xian suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grab the figure’s neck.
Everything happened in an instant. By the time Tong Xiaosong realized what was happening, Zhi Xian was holding a squirming entity in his hand.
***
In the darkness, Tong Xiaosong couldn’t see clearly what Zhi Xian was holding.
He just found it strange that something over three meters tall could shrink so much when caught by Zhi Xian.
He turned on the light and looked back.
To his surprise, he discovered that what Zhi Xian had grabbed wasn’t some terrifying monster but rather… an animal?
With its shiny and smooth fur, two soft ears, innocent black bean-like eyes, slender body, and four cute and short paws.
Tong Xiaosong looked incredulous, “Is this… a marten?”
Zhi Xian inspected the struggling creature in his hand, “It’s a yellow weasel, haven’t you seen one in the mountains?”
Tong Xiaosong said, “I haven’t paid attention. It’s so small, how did it become so big? And why did it try to scare me?”
Zhi Xian couldn’t help but laugh, “This creature has already become a spirit. It might want you to enlighten it, so it kept chasing after you.”
He got out of bed, came to the ground, casually opened an empty cabinet, tossed the yellow weasel inside, closed the cabinet door, knocked on it, and threatened in a cold tone, “If you dare to run, I’ll catch you again, and I’ll skin you.”
The noisy cabinet instantly fell silent.
Tong Xiaosong:…
Zhi Xian returned to bed, “Go to sleep. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
Lol poor weasel😂
Thanks for the chapter!
ˁ•ᴗ•ˀつ～ 💞
Yellow weasel: Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!! 😭ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ (ノಥ,_｣ಥ)ノ彡┻━┻
Translation: I your grandpa just wanted enlightenment, I even returned your sickle but instead of gratitude I was strangled, locked up and threatened to be skinned alive!!😭ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ(ノಥ,_｣ಥ)ノ彡┻━┻
😂seems like exactly what it thought!
Thanks, Kronk. 🤣
the weasel being the third wheel lol
That’s what you get for disrupting zhi xian and tong’er’s date lmaoo
The necklace reminded me of tgcf