"Oh, I see..." Wen Xiao’ai felt a bit disappointed.
They really didn’t want to talk to her about these things.
In the past, no matter what she wanted to know, Brother Ye Qi would stay up all night reading historical records and gathering all kinds of information, then tell her about it the next day.
So do they not want to tell her now, or do they really think she doesn’t need to know?
"Xiao’ai, their matters have nothing to do with us, we don’t need to understand them. If you want to hear stories, Brother Ye Qi can tell you more interesting ones."
"Maybe later, Brother Ye Qi, you should rest more now." Wen Xiao’ai continued to feed Ye Qi dicine.
"Alright."
Ye Qi looked at her. After a long silence, seeing that Wen Xiao’ai had nothing else to say, he took the initiative to ask:
"Xiao’ai, is there nothing else you want to tell ?"
"What?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at him, puzzled. The dicine she was about to feed him paused mid-air.
Ye Qi smiled, "When did you learn how to write?"
Wen Xiao’ai’s expression beca a bit stiff.
"Just... when I was in the Human Realm." Her eyes dodged guiltily as she continued moving the spoon of dicine toward his mouth.
Ye Qi lowered his gaze to the spoon, first drinking the dicine, then looking at Wen Xiao’ai.
"Jun, Mo, Yan."
He recited the na: "Is he a friend you made in the Human Realm?"
"...Yes." Wen Xiao’ai nodded, her grip on the spoon tightened, not daring to et Ye Qi’s eyes.
"Why didn’t you introduce or share about your new friend with when you ca back?" He asked with a smile.
He really was soone who remained calm and always wore a smile, rarely showing emotions on his face, as he had for hundreds of years.
Especially when facing Wen Xiao’ai.
"Brother Ye Qi hasn’t t him, even if I tell you, you wouldn’t know him."
"Then tell about him now, I want to get to know him."
He was just feeling a surge of jealousy after seeing Wen Xiao’ai write down Jun Moyan’s na.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at Ye Qi and then shook her head.
"What is it, can’t you tell ?"
Wen Xiao’ai pursed her lips: "The dicine King said ntioning him would make you unhappy."
"Do you think so too, Xiao’ai?"
Wen Xiao’ai lifted her head, looked at Ye Qi, and then smiled.
"No. Brother Ye Qi cares about the most, whatever I like, Brother Ye Qi will definitely like too."
Her voice brightened, and the layer of sadness that had shrouded her disappeared.
"...Hmm." The smile on Ye Qi’s lips was slightly stiff.
Yes, whatever you like, Brother Ye Qi also likes, but except for Jun Moyan...
Seeing the rare smile on Wen Xiao’ai’s face, Ye Qi had no courage to express his feelings to her.
When she heard Ye Qi respond with "Hmm," Wen Xiao’ai was overjoyed.
"Then, Brother Ye Qi, do you want to hear talk about Jun Moyan?" she asked with a smile.
"...Okay." Ye Qi’s hand at his side slightly tightened.
"Hmm... Let think about how to start." Wen Xiao’ai sat up straight, earnestly organizing her thoughts.
Ye Qi stared at her earnest side profile, feeling a piercing pain in his heart.
She really cares about the impression Jun Moyan leaves on others.
When had she ever been so attentive to anyone?
Wen Xiao’ai thought for a while but still couldn’t figure out how to introduce Jun Moyan to make Ye Qi like him.
"Oh right, Brother Ye Qi, I have sothing for you."
Wen Xiao’ai suddenly rembered sothing, opened her small hand, and a lollipop appeared in her palm.
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