Chapter 86: The Camellia Blooms, the Man Gone (V) This is where you and I live…

"Just sit there, don't do anything, I'll do it all." The young man pulled Ye Qingzhan aside, letting her sit obediently on a bench. Resignedly, he picked up the kitchen knife and began chopping vegetables.

Unable to see anything, only the sound of the knife stomping on the chopping board, Ye Qingzhan sat quietly, her cheeks in her hands, feeling a surge of guilt.

She had originally thought that since she had asked him for help, she should show sincerity. After much deliberation, Ye Qingzhan realized that besides agreeing to the young man's terms, she needed to do something else to please him. Perhaps tomorrow, he could take her to find her parents.

However, despite her desire to help him, he had been busy these past few days.

Since men were not allowed in Si Ning Nunnery, she was worried about the young man and wanted to follow him to find his parents. Ye Qingzhan decided to clean up a thatched hut near the dilapidated temple by the sea and let him live there.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see, and before she even began to clean up, she tripped several times over the weeds in the yard. She finally managed to stumble through the long grass and enter the courtyard, repeatedly bumping into things because she was unfamiliar with the layout of the house.

The young man watched as she did this. At first, he looked disdainful while helping her up. Later, perhaps because her blindness limited her efforts, he took over.

It was unknown how he managed it, but in a day, the dilapidated courtyard was transformed into a place of order and refinement.

Although Ye Qingzhan couldn't see, she could feel it. The wooden chairs and benches that had been scattered around were now placed beside the table, and the dust on the wall was dusted clean. His fingertips touched it, and there was no dust on it.

Ye Qingzhan said happily: "Congratulations, you have a place to live."

The boy threw the wooden spoon in his hand into the wooden barrel, and amid the sound of splashing water, he tilted his head and asked: "What do you mean by my place to live? You don't live here?"

As he said that, he walked to Ye Qingzhan's side, and his handsome brows suddenly frowned with displeasure.

"Listen carefully, this is where you and I live." The boy lifted a strand of hair from the girl's ear and moved close to her body. "If it weren't for you to complete the things you promised me better and faster, I wouldn't want to clean up this broken house."

"Remember, if you want me to help you, you have to be available anytime and anywhere. As long as I want, you have to fulfill your promise immediately."

Her promise... Thinking of the conditions she agreed to the boy last night, Ye Qingzhan blushed and her neck felt hot.

The boy stared at her face for a while, and his eyes finally fell on her lips. He couldn't help but think of what she did last night when she held his face in her hands, and his heart skipped a beat.

It feels good to be hugged by her, but the touch of these two pink and soft lips is even more wonderful, just like someone spread nectar on a light feather and passed it to you bit by bit.

It's a pity that I can only taste it lightly, and before I can savor it, the feather proudly leaves, which makes people feel itchy.

If I had known earlier, I would have added another condition.

Forget it, there is a long way to go. I

can always do what I want to do.

Noticing the boy's lingering gaze, Ye Qingzhan slightly shifted her body and took a step back.

"Why are you retreating? Do I scare you so much?" The boy took a step forward and put his arm around her waist, "I won't let you go. You need my help now, and you hate me. Are all mortals like this? Are there people who ask for help like you?"

The hand clasped on the waist was thin and strong, bringing waves of warmth. Unable to move, Ye Qingzhan told the truth: "We're too close, it's not easy to talk."

"Why is it not easy to talk?" The young man was dissatisfied and pulled the man closer to his arms, "Just say it, I don't think there's anything wrong with saying it, just say it."

The young man was so strong that it was helpless. Ye Qingzhan rolled her eyes and decided to "coax" him in a different way, "You've worked hard all day today, I'll cook for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of the hand clasped on her waist. Ye Qingzhan felt relieved. Before she could catch her breath, she heard him ask: "After dinner, can we fulfill our promise?"

He...

why was he thinking about these things! It seems that she shouldn't have agreed to his conditions last night when she was in an uneasy mood. What's more, she shouldn't have said whatever he said.

But, except for him, no one can help her in the shortest time.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhan gritted his teeth and whispered, "...Hmm."

Before he could finish his words, the young man turned around and said as he walked, "Why don't you hurry up?" After taking a few steps, he realized that the person behind him hadn't caught up. He turned sideways again and asked with a look of dissatisfaction, "What are you still standing there for? Are you stalling for time? Are you trying to cheat?"

He was really a man who could twist any argument. He was the one who wanted to stand and talk, and now he was the one who wanted to leave in a few words. Ye Qingzhan silently said a few words in his heart: I won't be angry if you ask for help... But before he could finish his words, he was picked up and carried sideways.

The young man held her and muttered, "You must fulfill this promise today." As he finished speaking, a misty black aura dissipated from his body, and when it landed it turned into a lotus. He held her and stood on it.

"There is no time to lose!" The young man held the girl, stepped on the black lotus, and rose like the wind...

Listening to the young man's busy work, Ye Qingzhan remembered the feeling of flying in the clouds just now.

——So this is what it felt like to fly in the air. The body seemed to have turned into a feather, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and the entanglement of clouds.

She had seen cultivators flying with swords in the past, and her heart was filled with envy. She thought how wonderful it would be if she could fly high one day, and she almost wanted to become a disciple of the sect to learn about the immortality, but was stopped by her parents.

Unexpectedly, this wish from the bottom of her heart was fulfilled by a young man she had only known for a few days.

The water boiled and the noodles were ready, and the young man took the pot and stood up.

The aroma filled her nostrils, interrupting Ye Qingzhan's thoughts. She heard the young man say, "The noodles are ready." In a moment, a bowl of steaming hot noodles was placed in front of her.

It would be a lie to say that she was not surprised - was this really his first time cooking?

In fact, Ye Qingzhan herself could not cook. In the past, at home, although it was not that she had food and clothes provided for her, she never had to do anything for three meals. The cook in the mansion would prepare them and put them on the table for her to eat. Sometimes her parents would also cook for her and make her favorite dishes.

The only thing she had ever made was the most famous longevity noodles in Sui'an County, which she made on her mother's 40th birthday. It's hard to describe

how she made it

.

Anyway, since that day, no one in the mansion would let her enter the kitchen anymore, and her way of showing filial piety would not be through cooking.

Ye Qingzhan picked up the noodles with chopsticks, blew on them, took a bite, and tears immediately flowed out.

It was so strange, why was it exactly the same as what her mother made?

When she smelled the familiar smell just now, she was extremely surprised. The moment the noodles entered her mouth, it seemed as if she had returned to the past.

Ye Qingzhan ate in big mouthfuls with tears in her eyes without saying a word.

The boy also had a bowl of noodles in front of him, but he was in no hurry to pick up his chopsticks. Seeing the person beside him crying, he suddenly panicked, "This is my first time cooking. If it's not delicious, don't eat it. Why are you crying?" As he said, he was about to grab the girl's bowl of noodles.

Ye Qingzhan protected her noodles tightly and sobbed, "No, it's not that it tastes bad."

"Then why are you crying?" Seeing the person scooping up the rice like a calf, the young man withdrew his hand.

Hearing this, Ye Qingzhan paused for a moment before replying, "You cooked very well. It tastes just like my mother's..." She paused with her chopsticks and added, "Thank you." The

young man's lips, usually pursed into a straight line, curled up slightly at the corners. "So that's how it is—you miss your mother?"

Ye Qingzhan nodded glumly.

Seeing the person's head almost bow to the ground, the young man pushed his bowl of noodles in front of her. "If you do, eat mine too." He said this, but inwardly he cursed the filth within him: Who allowed you to spy so closely, to make her cry...

The thing within him was called Yin Sha, an evil spirit trapped in the place where he grew up. The East Sea Secret Scroll said that evil spirits are formed from countless evil thoughts such as resentment, hatred, ignorance, and greed.

These things helped him escape from that place, but he could not live as an evil spirit in the human world. He could only sign a contract with him and grow within him.

He helped them find living cauldrons so that they could complete new parasites. They helped him sense the breath of humans, demons, and monsters, and helped him find his parents as soon as possible.

Although these things were ugly and dirty, they had abilities that mortals could not achieve, such as sensing a person's life and listening to a person's voice.

Because of them, he had this ability. He had been to her dream several times while sleeping in each other's arms these past few days.

The evil spirit in his body sensed her most unforgettable smell.

One was the plum fragrance on his body.

The other was the soup noodles made by her mother.

The young man stared at her for a long time without saying a word.

This person missed the food cooked by his mother because he missed it and loved it.

So, was he unwilling to forget the plum fragrance when he first met her because of hatred?

She still...

didn't want to believe him.

Ye Qingzhan said he couldn't eat the bowl of noodles pushed to him, and hurriedly said, "One bowl is enough for me, you eat this one."

As if embarrassed, a thin layer of red appeared on the girl's earlobes. The boy's dark eyes rested on her smiling eyebrows, "I originally agreed to cook for you, but I didn't expect that I would eat your cooking first." As if remembering something, Ye Qingzhan paused and said, "It's rude to say that we met so suddenly and last night was ridiculous. I didn't have time to ask your name. What's your name?" As he said this, he put a hand on his wrist.

The soft and warm touch on his wrist melted the ice and snow between the boy's brows.

No one had ever asked his name.

Only out of fear would they call him a terrifying title.

"I have no name or surname," the boy stared at the slender white hand touching his wrist, and added, "homeless."

His words were obviously without any warmth, even cold and hard. But Ye Qingzhan's heart suddenly ached when he heard him say he had no home.

She said, "In that case, I'll give you a name."

The young man said "hmm" lightly, turned his eyes back, and met her eyes.

Ye Qingzhan said softly, word by word, "When you see a person, you should smell his fragrance first. It's like meeting an old friend again, and you're overjoyed." She pulled his sleeve and said with a smile, "Just call you Wen Gu, okay?"

Meixiang again...

But so what.

After all, no one has ever asked for his wishes.

Being willing to name him and asking for his feelings, that's enough.

Wen Gu nodded and said, "Okay."