Chapter 41: The Kiss That Sealed Their Love

This time, it was Peng Xiaoyu’s turn to be stunned!

Was this really the infamous Lord of Evil?

The rumors said he regarded women as venomous creatures!

He’d just thought that girl was done for—a pity, given how delicate and lovely she looked. Who would have guessed that this man would actually call her—

"Wuying, you must be joking, right?" Peng Xiaoyu stared at Luo Xia.

The girl was certainly delicate, but unfortunately, she had not a trace of spiritual power!

Situ Tengyi’s expression darkened. Friend? How could he call himself a friend yet know him so poorly? When had he ever lied? Did he have time for such things?

"Do you think I’m that bored?" Situ Tengyi asked lazily.

So it was true?

Situ’s judgment was never ordinary.

This girl—she must have an extraordinary background.

Or perhaps she carried a Spirit-Blocking Pearl? Like how he was currently concealing half his strength?

Peng Xiaoyu tried to study Luo Xia more closely, but Situ Tengyi stepped in to block his view. "Go mind your own business. You're in the way."

Peng Xiaoyu was speechless.

"Brother, you have to stop Brother Ying! He must have his reasons for being with that woman. She must be some monster who’s cast a spell on him!" Panting, Peng Qingyu caught up and pointed at Luo Xia.

Situ Tengyi’s eyes seemed to freeze over with ice.

To insult his girl was simply courting death!

Peng Xiaoyu knew he was angry! If not for his own sake, Qingyu would likely already have fallen victim to Situ’s wrath.

"Qingyu, come on, let’s get back to work," Peng Xiaoyu said, whisking his sister away with a graceful, flowing step.

"But Brother, Brother Ying—" Her voice faded into silence as they vanished.

What extraordinary footwork!

Luo Xia gazed after them with envy, secretly vowing to learn that footwork for herself.

"Is that really worth envying?" Situ Tengyi sounded displeased. "It’s just the Flowing Wave Step. Besides, your husband is far more skilled than he is."

A teasing smile curved Luo Xia’s lips. "Did I ever admit you were my husband? Stop calling yourself that—it sullies my reputation. How am I supposed to marry in the future?"

Situ Tengyi slipped an arm around her slender waist, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "We’ve already exchanged a kiss of true affection—who else could you possibly marry?"

This man!

So domineering, and so childish!

Never mind—she couldn’t beat him right now, so she’d have to endure.

"I’m hungry," Luo Xia decided to play weak.

Situ Tengyi was predictably susceptible to this tactic. After traveling all day, he too was hungry. He’d been so busy bantering with her that he’d forgotten to eat.

He did, in fact, have cooked food stored in his spatial pocket.

He was a rare spatial mage, but he’d never revealed this card to anyone.

Situ Tengyi pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I’ll satisfy my lady’s hunger right away."

Luo Xia was speechless.

When she saw the entire table covered with a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, she was utterly astonished.

One hundred eight dishes!

She almost felt transported back to the Qing dynasty.

But first, she had to fill her stomach!

It was absolutely delicious!

This was hands down the best Manchu Han Imperial Feast she’d ever tasted!

She’d thought her own culinary skills were unmatched, yet the master from Gathering Virtue House had done even better!

Luo Xia ate with the speed of the wind, and soon the dishes closest to her were all but empty.

Situ Tengyi watched her dotingly. "Slow down. No one’s going to snatch it from you."

"It’s just so good!" Luo Xia exclaimed between mouthfuls. "I have to meet this chef."

"Far away in the world, yet right before your eyes," Situ Tengyi replied, his gaze brimming with tenderness.

What? Don’t tell her he was the one who made all these dishes. Impossible—he didn’t have the ability to be in two places at once!

Wait—that wasn’t right. He did know a duplication technique, and not just one—he could make ten at once.