When they returned home, Su Qiulian first helped Shen Qingyi onto the bed, then pulled out the already-finished Tanghulu Skewer that Shen Qingyi had been holding in her mouth.
“What do you want for dinner, Xiao Shen? If you only eat Tanghulu, you’ll ruin your teeth!”
Cooking?
Shen Qingyi was obviously taken aback for a moment.
Was this her second compensation?
No, no!
Shen Qingyi shook her head.
This woman was living in her house; of course it was only natural for her to cook!
That couldn’t count as compensation.
But before worrying about what to eat for dinner, it seemed like there was still something she hadn’t said!
“Didn’t you say you’d tell me why Old Wangtou and Li Da suddenly had their accidents as soon as we got back? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you trying to brush it off with dinner? I’m telling you, I, Shen Qingyi, am not that easy to fool…”
Shen Qingyi hadn’t even finished when she felt someone sit down right beside her.
There was no need to guess—it could only be Su Qiulian, since besides her, only Shen Qingyi was in the room.
“W-what are you doing…?”
With the lesson from last time, Shen Qingyi quickly shrank into the corner, clutching her sleeve and cautiously keeping away from Su Qiulian.
Seeing Shen Qingyi curled up like a little ball in the corner of the bed, Su Qiulian couldn’t help but be amused by her appearance.
“If you want to listen, Xiao Shen, then why are you so far away? If you’re huddled in the corner, how can I tell you the story?”
“T-then you have to promise, when you talk, you can’t be handsy!”
Shen Qingyi pouted, trying to look fierce.
This actually made Su Qiulian pause for a moment, her hand that was about to reach for that little foot in front of her freezing in midair.
She silently drew it back and coughed twice.
“All right! I promise, Xiao Shen, I won’t touch you while I’m telling the story! So can you come a bit closer now?”
Su Qiulian spoke with a smile on her face, as if she was looking forward to something about to happen.
“That’s more like it…”
Although Shen Qingyi agreed, she crawled over very slowly, as if testing whether Su Qiulian would suddenly change her mind or act out.
What Shen Qingyi didn’t know was that, in Su Qiulian’s eyes, her cautiousness looked just like a wary little kitten, making Su Qiulian’s heart itch.
She really wanted to just pin Xiao Shen down on the bed and ravish her.
But in the end, she managed to hold back.
After all, she’d already made Xiao Shen cry once today; she couldn’t rush things.
She’d already gotten a kiss today, so as for ravishing, it was only a matter of a few days in her mind.
Su Qiulian, you must endure and not make Xiao Shen cry again!
But right now, Xiao Shen is just too tempting…
Once Shen Qingyi had moved close and turned her face to listen, Su Qiulian, teasing, blew a warm breath beside Shen Qingyi’s ear, making her earlobes blush and a faint redness appear on her face, before she finally spoke softly:
“In fact, Xiao Shen, you already know the truth, don’t you? Old Wangtou got heatstroke, and Li Da had a parasite in his brain. That’s why one collapsed and the other suddenly went crazy, right?”
“What?!”
Shen Qingyi, having listened carefully, suddenly turned her head, fuming, “Are you messing with me?!”
“Didn’t you just say you’re not that easy to fool?”
Su Qiulian laughed lightly and shrugged, then teasingly tapped the tip of Shen Qingyi’s delicate nose.
Annoyed, Shen Qingyi smacked her hand away, then lay back on the bed with her face to the wall, leaving Su Qiulian with her back, and huffed angrily, “I’m ignoring you!”
Seeing her puffed-up look, Su Qiulian could only pat Shen Qingyi on the shoulder, saying softly, “All right, Xiao Shen, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have teased you. What would you like for dinner?”
Shen Qingyi shrank her shoulders but still pouted, “Whatever, just go see what’s left in the kitchen!”
Hearing this, Su Qiulian began to fuss around in the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans ringing out, making Shen Qingyi perk up her ears.
It was hard to imagine that the Demon Emperor of the Demon Territory was now cooking in the kitchen of a humble little house in a mortal town for a Blind Woman, and she was doing it so skillfully, as if she were at home.
After all, in her previous life, it was Shen Qingyi who had taught her how to cook, step by step, right here.
A dignified Demon Emperor—how could she ever need to personally make food for mortals?
Wasn’t it all because she’d been wheedled and pestered by Xiao Shen back then?
But thinking back, it wasn’t a bad deal.
Now that she remembered, those were the most beautiful days of her past life.
Back then, she didn’t have the burden of the Renyao Conflict.
She happily and peacefully showed off her learning to Xiao Shen at the table, hinting about whether she could “do that,” and Xiao Shen would blush and mumble, saying if she behaved well, maybe she could.
“But Xiao Shen, can you tell me, just how good is good enough?”
Su Qiulian’s hand, under the table, sneakily crept up Shen Qingyi’s thighs, making her tremble, glaring in shame and anger.
“At the very least, A-Lian, you can’t be such a pervert! We’re eating right now!”
“What’s the big deal? When you’re done eating, it’ll be my turn to eat!”
Shen Qingyi was so mad she gritted her teeth, then scolded her soundly.
Recalling those wonderful moments from her past life, Su Qiulian finished preparing the meal, brought the dishes to the table one by one, and poked at Shen Qingyi, who was still lying on the bed.
“Time to eat, Xiao Shen. You’re not asleep, are you? If you are, then I’m going to…”
“Going to what?! Pervert!”
Failing to feign sleep, Shen Qingyi got up and, with Su Qiulian’s help, sat down at the table.
She intended to serve herself, but Su Qiulian squeezed onto the long bench right beside her, pressing close, and took her rice bowl to feed her.
“I can do it myself! I’m a grown-up, I don’t need to be fed!”
Shen Qingyi refused and kept her mouth shut, unwilling to let Su Qiulian feed her.
With no choice, Su Qiulian handed the bowl and chopsticks back, but still leaned against her.
“If Xiao Shen doesn’t want me to feed you, then let me tell you a story!”
“A story? What kind of story?”
Chewing, Shen Qingyi smacked her lips.
“Are you going to tell a book?”
“A book? Something like that. The protagonist is also a Fox Demon!”
“Don’t tell me she’s also the Demon Emperor, and her name is Su Qiulian?”
Su Qiulian:
“……”
“Xiao Shen, you could see it that way. This is the story of the Demon Emperor falling in love with a normal mortal woman…”
“……”
Of course, the story Su Qiulian told was the tale of her and Shen Qingyi falling in love in their previous life, though she only told the most important bits.
Their first meeting, their first time holding hands, their first hug, their first kiss, and so on.
Originally, she wanted to see if telling it would trigger any memories in Shen Qingyi, since she’d said she felt familiar with Su Qiulian earlier that day.
But as the story went on, Shen Qingyi’s expression became more and more odd—it wasn’t the look of recalling memories, but more like she’d just seen a ghost.
“What’s wrong, Xiao Shen? Why that expression?”
Hadn’t she remembered anything?
That shouldn’t be, had she not told enough?
Why was Xiao Shen making that face?
Su Qiulian was puzzled, looking at Shen Qingyi expectantly.
Shen Qingyi’s pretty brows were furrowed into a ‘川’, and she said quite seriously, “I don’t listen to brainless romance stories!”
Bro it was you’re love story bwahaha