The Grumpy Daoist's Candied Fox - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The smell of blood on Xie Ling’en wasn’t strong, but my nose is sensitive, so I couldn’t ignore it at all.

It was intimidation, sheer intimidation!

I trembled in fear: “I-I. Remember the reason I gave, it’s the underworld regime, it’s that, the direct descendant and legitimate grandson under the Five Generations Under One Roof…”

Fragmented words tumbled out of my broken self, one piece at a time.

Xie Ling’en walked in.

He was getting closer!

He!

Raised his hand and patted my head?

“What are you rambling about?” He touched my forehead to check for fever, then withdrew his hand. “Are you nervous?”

Realizing Xie Ling’en had no intention of killing me, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“Who’s nervous?” I bluffed. “You scared me by barging in suddenly!”

He glanced at the command token in my hand. “So why are you here? Do you need something from me?”

Pretending not to care, I casually stuffed the command token back into his hands.

“I came to…”

My mind raced, and finally I pulled out last night’s pouch from my chest.

“I was secretly putting this in your cabinet, but I accidentally messed up your stuff.”

Xie Ling’en stared at the familiar pouch for a moment, then imperceptibly curved his lips.

“Why didn’t you give it to me in person?”

I answered righteously despite lacking confidence: “Because you don’t like it. Yesterday you looked disgusted and told me not to embroider anymore, so how could I give it to you face to face?”

Speaking of which, I did feel a bit wronged.

My sisters in the Mortal Realm all live in splendor; not to mention embroider pouches themselves, even their hair buns are tied by their lovers.

No one in the clan knows how to do needlework; being able to embroider this for him is all thanks to my vivid imagination!

And yet he still disdained it.

I pouted.

Xie Ling’en didn’t speak for a while, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

I immediately came to my senses, remembering the true identity of this god of death opposite me.

I must be crazy-who do I think I am, getting upset with him?

I immediately wanted to backtrack, but then I saw Xie Ling’en’s ears turn slightly red as he awkwardly glanced away toward his cabinet.

“No,” he said, covering his lips with a fist, “I don’t dislike it. I was afraid you’d hurt your hand again, so I didn’t want you to keep embroidering.”

After thinking for a moment, he added firmly,

“I like it very much.”