"It's getting late." Yi Qing looked up at the sky, then turned to Shen Ying and said, "Master, it's time for dinner."
Dinner?
Shen Ying faltered, but Yi Qing pointed to the table at the side and said, "Master, wait here for a while, I'll do it now. If you're hungry, you can eat some pastries first. "
Shen Ying frowned and shook her head. "My body is different from ordinary people. I don't need …" Before she could finish, she saw Yi Qing open his storage bag and take out plates of different kinds of exquisite pastries. The unique sweet smell of pastries wafted into her nose.
He placed more than ten plates on the table, then turned and hurried to the kitchen.
Shen Ying's words were stuck in her mouth, and her eyes widened.
So … so fragrant …
(⊙_⊙)
Shen Ying stared straight at the ten plates of pastries, clenched her fists by her side, and then slowly reached out. Just as she was about to grab a piece, a hand suddenly reached out from beside her, directly grabbing the pastry closest to her, and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mm, the pastries this time are not bad." Lonemoon ate while turning back to look at Shen Ying. "Oh yes, what did you say just now?"
"… Nothing." Shen Ying's expression turned cold, and she sat down expressionlessly. But her gaze could not help but fall on the tempting pastries in front of her again, and after hesitating for a while, watching Lonemoon beside her eat one by one, she could not help but pick up a piece and put it into her mouth.
(⊙v⊙)
So … so delicious …
Piece by piece, the pastries on the table disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The two of them seemed to be competing, not even bothering to talk, the whole yard was filled with the crunching sounds of eating pastries. When Chef finished cooking and came out, there were already more than ten empty plates on the table, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Yi Qing was obviously used to it, and put away the plates and replaced them with more fragrant dishes. So, the two hamsters joined in a new round of fighting for food …
Until two hours later, the two of them rubbed their full stomachs, and stopped.
"Master." Yi Qing habitually poured a cup of spirit tea and handed it over. "You'll feel better if you drink some water."
Shen Ying paused. She looked up at Yi Qing and then at the cup of tea in front of her. She clenched her fists by her side and took it with both hands. "Mm." She lowered her head and took a sip. She replied in a low voice, "Your cooking is edible … Thank you."
Yi Qing, who had unexpectedly received the gratitude card, was stunned. He looked at her in surprise. Master was …
"Cheh!" Lonemoon rolled his eyes at her. Out of habit, he ridiculed her. "Only edible? But you were fighting so fiercely with me just now. You won't even let go of the last piece of meat! "Stop pretending, the entire Three Realms knows that you are a foodie, okay?
He rubbed his stomach and stood up. "Alright, if you're full, let's go to the main hall. If you don't remember what happened before, I'll have my disciples come over so that you can recognize your face. Otherwise, it'll be hard to explain if you recognize the wrong person. "
Shen Ying stiffened. "I'm not going."
"Why?"
Something flashed across Shen Ying's eyes. "Is your logic broken?" She turned and glared at him. Then she resumed her cold demeanor. "What's the difference between calling them over for me to recognize and admitting that I lost my memory?"
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. That made sense. "Then call Yu Hong, Chengyu, Shortie and the others over. It's okay if you don't recognize the others, but they often come to the rear hall. You have to meet them."
Shen Ying sat up straighter. "I'm not going to meet them!"
"Don't worry." Lonemoon continued to explain. "Even if they know the truth, they are trustworthy. Nothing will happen to them!"
"I'm not going!" Shen Ying still objected.
"Why is that?"
"…" She did not answer. Her face remained cold, and she had no intention of changing her mind. She just clenched her fists tightly by her side.
She seemed a little … nervous?
Yi Qing was stunned. He subconsciously turned to look at the pile of Dharma artifacts that Lan Hua had left behind. There was also the dandelion on the chair beside him. Something clicked in his mind. He asked tentatively, "Is Master … not good at interacting with people, so you don't want to meet strangers?"
"Eh?" Lonemoon was also stunned. His eyes widened as he looked at Shen Ying in front of him. "No way, you have social phobia?!" What a joke!
Shen Ying's whole body stiffened. In an instant, she was as cold as ice. It was as if all the warmth in her body had faded away. Large amounts of cold air floated out of her body. Her whole body seemed to be frozen.
A few words flashed through her mind. I've been discovered … discovered … discovered … discovered!
(〈 Д 〈 ≡ (〈 Д 〈))
What to do? What to do?
Why not … just kill her!
(〈 _ 〈) #
"Hey, hey, hey … what's with that look in your eyes? It's as if you want to kill me to keep my mouth shut." Lonemoon's hair stood on end. He had guessed right, hadn't he? It had to be! This sharp-tongued fifteen-year-old Shen Ying actually had social phobia!
"Shen Ying, you-"
"Master …" Before he could finish, Yi Qing suddenly interrupted. He took a step forward and said, "It's getting late. You've just woken up. Your body hasn't recovered yet. Why don't you rest early?" With that said, he pointed to the bedroom at the side. "If there's anything, we can talk about it later."
Shen Ying then looked up at him. The cold air around her body eased. She replied, "Mm." She turned and walked into the room. But her footsteps were stiff. For some reason, she seemed to be fleeing. In the next moment, she slammed the door with a bang.
The two of them: "…"
"She can't really …" Lonemoon felt that it was a little unbelievable. "I saw that she was very fluent in dissing us in the divine realm." She didn't look like she had social phobia at all.
"Maybe not." Yi Qing said in a low voice. "Don't you think that Master looks very much like someone now?"
Lonemoon was stunned. "Shen Jing?"
"Mm." Yi Qing nodded. He looked at the tightly shut door. His eyes darkened. "In the past, Master probably didn't interact much with people. Now … I just don't know how to respond to other people's kindness. "That was why she took Radish's flower and imitated Shen Jing's cold demeanor.
"…"
Shen Ying was in the house.
What to do? Someone else found out! Even his sister couldn't tell, so how did they know? Were those two demons?
Sure enough, communicating with others was much scarier than dealing with planar storms …
(⊙ _ ⊙)
Returning to the first day when she was fifteen, Ying, a girl with mild social anxiety, panicked!
— —
Ever since she decided to become Big Sister's assistant at the age of three, Shen Ying had not interacted with strangers for a long time. She was very busy. Just the plane information that Shen Jing had arranged for her had already taken up all of her spare time.
Especially after she started physical training at the age of five, she rarely went back to Earth. Every day, he would study, work, and beat bugs. There were only two semesters every year, and when he went back to school, he basically did not come into contact with any strangers. Moreover, due to the time limit of the teleportation space, she had to rush back after every exam. She didn't have any good classmates, and the only person she interacted with was her strict older sister.
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