She picked up the broken fish bone, blinked, and handed it back to him. "Fish bone."
"Not bad." Yuan Zhaoxu's expression did not change. He smiled as he received the bone and studied it carefully. "Hmm, it's ruthless and clean, not leaving an inch of flesh behind. It's full of murderous intent, and it's really good."
With that, he took out a piece of cloth and folded it neatly, ready to keep the fish bone.
Her face flushed red. There were still her teeth marks and saliva on the bone. She had only passed it to him as a joke, thinking that he would not even touch a fish with such a noble temperament. Who knew that Yuan Zhaoxu would always be smarter than her? She could guess the beginning, but not the consequences.
He quickly moved over, grabbed the bone, and flung it behind him. "Next time, I'll gnaw on a better one, sign it, and give it to you as a keepsake. Who knows, maybe it'll be out of print in 30 to 50 years. You can even make a fortune with it."
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled as he kept the handkerchief and ate a few mouthfuls of the roasted fish. "Fuyao, how have you been these days?" he asked suddenly.
"Sure." She turned her big eyes to him and gave him a magnanimous smile.
"Nothing happened?" Yuan Zhaoxu did not look at her as he flipped the fish over and continued to roast it.
"No!" She answered quickly and straightforwardly, without the slightest bit of guilt.
"Then … is there anything else you need my help with?" Yuan Zhaoxu placed the roasted fish in front of her.
"No need." Her long eyelashes fluttered innocently.
After answering, she realized that there was something wrong with her words and quickly added, "What could I possibly need your help with? You've helped me so many times that I'm embarrassed. "
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled but did not reply. The firelight reflected a slight redness on his pale face, and his thick eyelashes drew faint arcs in his eyes. He carefully shaved off the big bones of the roasted fish and passed it to Fuyao. She took the opportunity to look at his expression, but could not see anything.
She continued to chew on the fish, but this time, she did not taste anything. Although Yuan Zhaoxu did not seem to be acting strangely, she felt that he was a little unhappy.
Judging from his tone, he seemed to know something. However, Fuyao really did not want to rely on anyone whenever she encountered trouble. She would have to travel around the world in the future and face the unknown and dangerous future on her own. There was no reason for her to count on anyone to shield her along the way. She had to learn to face hostility and storms on her own, learn to solve problems on her own, and learn to take care of herself and improve her strength along the way.
This was also the reason why the damn old Daoist kicked her out of the sect and asked her to experience the world of Jianghu. "Cleaving the Nine Heavens" had to be practiced in the world of mortals. Only by experiencing the tempering of countless life and death battles in the boundless world could one truly climb to the peak.
Then, starting from Guo Pingrong, he would let her deal with it herself.
Moreover, if Yuan Zhaoxu knew what had happened last night and that she was still trying to snatch Fuyao away from the tiger's mouth despite the setback, he would most likely not agree to her foolish plan. Fuyao glanced sideways at Yuan Zhaoxu … Sigh, would he feel that his pride as a man had been hurt or something?
Her glances were too frequent and had incurred Yuan Bao's displeasure. Suddenly, he scurried up and did a back handspring 180-degree turn, followed by a front straight somersault of 540 degrees.
Fuyao was already distracted as she ate the fish and stole glances at Yuan Zhaoxu. Suddenly, her vision blurred as a fat, white shadow spun around, making her dizzy and subconsciously swallowing her saliva.
Then, she felt a sharp pain in her throat. A fishbone was stuck in it.
"Ah!" Fuyao jumped up and grabbed the fish bone to chase after the evil Lord Yuan Bao. 'F * ck! F * ck, f * ck, f * ck! '
Yuan Bao fled like the wind. Before Fuyao could chase after him, she was pulled back by a pair of hands. She turned around to see Yuan Zhaoxu, who was behind her, smiling faintly. "You're chasing Yuan Bao with a fishbone stuck in your throat. Aren't you afraid that it will get stuck deeper?"
He exerted a little force, and Fuyao sat down involuntarily. Opposite her, Yuan Zhaoxu leaned forward with a smile and lifted her chin. "Open your mouth."
Fuyao opened her mouth in a daze, only to realize how silly her posture was. 'Is he going to help me remove the fishbone?' 'This, this, this, this … this is too ambiguous, isn't it?'
Before she could finish her thought, she felt her vision darken. A faint fragrance assaulted her, and a certain someone's stunning face was already pressing down on her. His thick, long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face. His eyes seemed to be smiling, and the air around them flowed like wine. Fuyao froze and forgot to move. She stared blankly at the faint fragrant shadow growing larger and larger in front of her eyes …
"Gulp."
Just as their lips were about to touch, just a fraction of a second before their skin touched, she was so shocked that she swallowed a mouthful of saliva in a way that spoiled the scene.
Then, she swallowed the fishbone in her throat …
Almost immediately, the infinitely magnified beautiful face returned to its normal angle. The light and shadow brightened, and the faint fragrance dissipated. Before Fuyao could regain her senses, Yuan Zhaoxu had already returned to the fire with a smile. He carelessly poked at the flames and asked, "What are you waiting for? Disappointed? "
Of course, Meng Fuyao would never admit to it. She straightened her neck and jumped up to accuse him preemptively. "I was scared by you! You tried to steal my first kiss! "
Yuan Zhaoxu calmly placed the next fish on the fire to roast. Then, he nonchalantly answered the red-faced Fuyao, "My first kiss was stolen by you a long time ago.
"Then my first kiss has already been taken away by you. What should I do?"
"Huh?" Fuyao's eyes widened. 'No way, no way. When did I taste you? How could I not know? You're lying, aren't you? But judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to be lying … No way, no way … '
Yuan Zhaoxu did not continue the topic. He carefully removed the fishbones from the roasted fish in his hand until he was sure that there was no longer any possibility of Fuyao getting stuck. "Open your mouth," he said.
Fuyao was still immersed in her previous shock. She subconsciously opened her mouth.
Her mouth was suddenly stuffed with soft and fragrant roasted fish.
He heard the man's smile as he stood up. Amidst the sound of his robes fluttering, he calmly said,
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