Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 23

Xing Yuanzhi also lay down on the bed.

Hmm, it smells so nice.

It’s just the right amount—neither overwhelmingly strong nor faintly noticeable to the point of being irritating. It’s probably thanks to Ah Zhi’s specially formulated shower gel.

“Ah Zhi,” Cheng Jinyang called softly.

“Hmm?” Xing Yuanzhi turned her head to meet his gaze, her face still adorned with a pure, lovely smile.

This state of Ah Zhi made Cheng Jinyang somewhat unable to handle it. If it were the usually very proactive princess sister climbing into bed, at least he could have mentally prepared himself. But with the usually reserved Ah Zhi crawling into the bed, Cheng Jinyang’s body temperature shot up suddenly.

Half excited, half… scared, probably.

This enthusiastic Ah Zhi feels a bit unsettling.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Xing Yuanzhi asked again.

“Because you’re beautiful.” Cheng Jinyang began to flatter her.

“So I wasn’t beautiful before?” Xing Yuanzhi inched closer to him.

“You were beautiful before too, but you’re even more beautiful now—I’ve noticed your charm increasing every moment.” Cheng Jinyang tentatively reached out and gently held Ah Zhi in his arms.

Wow, it’s like a boneless chicken strip!

What’s a boneless chicken strip? As the ancients said: as soft as if without bones, a waist as if supported by willow, stroking it like chicken feathers smooth—this is a boneless chicken strip.

In this regard, only Teacher Li could compete with my Ah Zhi.

However, Teacher Li has a scaly texture, cool and bouncy; while my Ah Zhi has a feather-like texture, soft and smooth. The difference between them is quite noticeable.

“Are you thinking about other women again?” Xing Yuanzhi, held tightly, didn’t resist. But seeing his dazed look, she immediately guessed what was on his mind and asked coldly.

Cheng Jinyang instantly felt a shiver down his spine, like being doused with cold water on a scorching summer day. He hastily defended himself:

“No, it’s just… today you seem a bit strange. You used to need to wash your hands for ages even if we just held hands.”

Xing Yuanzhi looked at him with a hint of melancholy, and after a moment said:

“Previously, I was like that.”

“… But now, I’ve grown up.”

Cheng Jinyang:?

Although he didn’t quite understand, since she had grown up, does that mean I can…

“Wait!” As he began to make advances, Xing Yuanzhi finally couldn’t take it anymore, her face slightly flushed as she stopped him, “Not yet.”

“What do you mean not yet?” Cheng Jinyang pretended not to understand.

“Not yet means not yet.” Xing Yuanzhi held his hands firmly, “First, marry me.”

Cheng Jinyang stopped: “Okay.”

“I’m not someone who’s easily available.” Xing Yuanzhi released him and then gently hugged him from below his neck with her left hand, “But I can give you a little hope.”

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering cutely, and slowly brought her pure and lovely face closer.

Kiss~

Outside the intelligence outpost in the underground tunnel, the princess sisters silently kept watch, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

After defeating the great demon, they had found the entrance to the underground tunnel at the bottom of the ruins while searching for Jinyang’s body.

Following the bloodstains through the tunnel, they discovered numerous signs of battle.

Using a high-sensitivity listening device, they finally located this secret base and intercepted the conversation inside.

Luling was furious on the spot, pulling out a shotgun, intending to break down the door and turn these traitorous lovers into a sieve.

Fortunately, the princess sister stopped her in time.

“If it weren’t for Ah Zhi, Jinyang might not have survived during my absence,” Princess Nankang expressed a reasonable attitude, saying calmly, “As his future wife, it was my fault not to protect him well. Let her have some favor now, what harm is there?”

Luling: …

Sister, you’re so twisted.

“So what do you plan to do?” She couldn’t help but ask again, “They’re sleeping inside, and we’re just standing guard outside?”

“Or we could play some music?” Nankang teased her sister.

“Alright, alright, alright.” Luling said “alright” three times in frustration, “Sis, you stay here and keep watch. I’m going out to kill demons to vent.”

She stormed outside to kill demons to relieve her frustration, while the princess sister leisurely leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, and soon fell asleep.

….

Chu Qingqing was in the ancestral land of the Yangdi Chu clan. It wasn’t until evening that her father, Chu Jiye, returned from outside.

As the clan leader, her father had to manage both the administrative affairs of Taicheng and the clan affairs of the Yangdi Chu clan, which kept him busy from early morning until late at night.

As a dutiful daughter, Miss Qingqing naturally wished to ease some of his burdens.

Please, let me take on the position of the clan heir.

Look at Xing Yuanzhi; after being promoted to the sixth grade, she became the heir apparent of the Hejian Xing clan, controlling most of the clan’s power. Now she has even managed to lure Jinyang into hiding in the underground tunnels!

If Miss Qingqing doesn’t hurry and secure a significant position within her clan, who knows, in a few days, they might even have children together underground!

“Father.” Chu Qingqing served her father tea, “You must be tired; have some tea.”

“Thank you.” Chu Jiye gratefully took the tea cup.

He truly treated this adopted daughter as his own. On the one hand, his biological sons did not have strong bloodlines. On the other hand, Chu Qingqing’s talent was exceptional.

Before she was even twenty, she had already been promoted to the seventh grade, which meant her bloodline talent was at least of the fourth grade, ensuring another fifty to sixty years of prosperity for the prestigious Yangdi Chu clan.

“By the way, have you learned the techniques for the seventh grade?” he asked leisurely while sipping his tea.

“Yes,” Miss Qingqing replied obediently, “I’ve also learned the techniques for the sixth and fifth grades.”

“Hmm.” Chu Jiye nodded. “Don’t aim too high and rush things. Achieving the fifth grade is a matter of time for you; you can still learn it well before you turn forty.”

“Father is right.” Miss Qingqing responded humbly, “It was my mistake to be too eager for quick results and accidentally reach the fifth grade. I understand my error.”

Chu Jiye: ?

“Accidentally reaching the fifth grade?” He repeated each word slowly, his expression serious, meaning “Don’t joke with your father.”

Miss Qingqing didn’t answer but simply extended her hand.

On her hand was a small swan made of liquid metal, flapping its wings with remarkable precision and speed.

Not to mention the immense computational power required to achieve such intricate design, even the speed at which the swan flapped its wings showed that Chu Qingqing’s bloodline ability, the speed of reassembling metal keys, had surpassed that of ordinary clan members by a significant margin.

This was indeed a domain achievable only at the fifth grade intermediate realm.