Chapter 4: Life Goes On

Ever since that day, a little over half a year had passed. Mo Huali never said it out loud, but she still often sat blankly in the courtyard, staring at the room that had long since been given to a new courtesan, silently propping up her cheek like that.

Under Luo Qingyuan's diligent cultivation, Mo Huali matured at an even faster pace. She now had the figure of Mo Huaxuan, and without forcing it, she could naturally clamp his cock between her twin peaks. Her body line under the sheer gauze created a fierce visual impact. At this point, even though Yuchun Tower had a new top courtesan, none of them were as tempting as Mo Huali.

As the weather turned cooler, Mo Huali still wore a thin gauze dress. Sometimes she wore no undergarments; sometimes she put on a bit of erotic lingerie, depending entirely on whether Luo Qingyuan had stuffed his jade shaft into her cunt that day. The red spirit-pearl pendant hanging from her fair neck was a gift from Tang Yinmeng. She said a sex slave should look like one, dress slutty, but also stay healthy, so she gave her this pendant that could keep her body warm.

The courtesans of Yuchun Tower had all changed into slightly thicker outer skirts. Every day, they could find something on Mo Huali that made them jealous. Compared with servicing different men every day and still not making much money, being one man's toy and sex slave was far happier. Still, not a single courtesan had managed to win Luo Qingyuan's favor.

At Tang Yinmeng's forceful insistence, Luo Qingyuan had no choice but to dual cultivate with her every day. His body improved by the day, while Tang Yinmeng only grew more seductive and radiant. If word of this got back, his fellow disciples would probably hurry over here as fast as they could.

As for why Luo Qingyuan was willing to dual cultivate with the devilish Tang Yinmeng, it was purely because she had said she wanted to try being a courtesan too. Luo Qingyuan knew very well that she did not want to try it at all; she simply wanted to fuck. But with her nature, those civilians with low cultivation, or no cultivation at all, would be drained dry no matter who came. To keep the town from losing people for no reason, Luo Qingyuan used himself as the tradeoff to put an end to her idea, though it left him vexed every day.

His cultivation had risen a little, but his brother was honestly pretty worn out.

Mo Huali proposed that he indulge her once every few days, but Luo Qingyuan refused. He insisted on filling her every day, never dual cultivating just to vent his desire, and that made Tang Yinmeng extremely envious.

Over the past half year, Yuchun Tower's business had also grown hotter and hotter, and Luo Qingyuan's plan had been flourishing. More than half the men in town had accepted Luo Qingyuan's help, leaving the courtesans of Yuchun Tower gasping and moaning. His reputation alone was terrifyingly high, and men from the neighboring town came flocking over in admiration, praising him endlessly. Not to mention troublemakers, even people eager to send gifts were everywhere, all for the sake of scheduling one day of treatment sooner, reaching thirty days of completion sooner, and becoming rock-hard without failure.

So Luo Qingyuan ended up resting two days and working two days. Yuchun Tower did not even need guards; as long as they brought up Luo Qingyuan's name, every man behaved himself. No one wanted to go against the man with an iron cock that never went soft.

"Senior Sister, you're going back?!"

"You want me to leave that much?"

Tang Yinmeng straddled Luo Qingyuan's shaft, savoring the fullness packed inside her lower belly as she lifted a snowy breast to press against his chest.

"Ugh... Senior Sister probably has more important things to do, so it would be better to head back sooner," Tang Yinmeng said as she raised her plump hips and sat down hard again. Feeling that little mouth being driven open, she hummed happily.

"Mm-hm~ So annoying, so annoying~ I really wish trouble wouldn't keep coming to me~ So today~ you have to... fill me up~ all the way~" Tang Yinmeng pressed a hand to her belly and whispered into Luo Qingyuan's ear.

"When I go back, I'm going to show them my pussy still dripping with cum~" Hiss -- no way --

Luo Qingyuan sucked in a sharp breath. He knew Tang Yinmeng wasn't joking. A fierce sucking force suddenly came from below, trying to bite out every drop of his semen.

"Don't make that face~ You don't have to be reluctant to part with Senior Sister~ We'll still be able to see each other~" I really don't want to see you again... hiss... a true perfect furnace really is outrageous. This is already the third time today... Luo Qingyuan thought bitterly, and spent the whole morning in equal parts misery and pleasure. Only after Tang Yinmeng left with a giggle on the wind was he finally able to get out of bed. He was too tired.

"Master..."

Mo Huali carried over a pot of soup and fed it to Luo Qingyuan spoon by spoon. She couldn't help finding it a little funny. The master who could now thrust into her for over an hour straight and only cum once had been drained dark-eyed by a peerless beauty like Tang Yinmeng. Truly, every dog has its day.

"Huali really is the best..."

As Luo Qingyuan drank the nourishing stew, he couldn't help sighing.

"If Master has a wife in the future, the wife will surely be able to do even better than this slave." Mo Huali bent over to feed him meat spoon by spoon, her swaying full breasts making Luo Qingyuan especially eager to grab and knead them.

"A wife? I probably won't be looking for a dao companion. I'll just keep taking quality little sex slaves like you."

"Ah... oh..."

Mo Huali seemed a little pleased. Luo Qingyuan guessed the courtesans must have been muttering again, stirring up another sense of crisis in her.

"Let's go out and take a walk tomorrow?"

"Okay."

"Finish this first. Then we'll eat something else."

Mo Huali understood at once. She set down the bowl, knelt between Luo Qingyuan's thighs with practiced ease, spread open her already soaked cunt with both hands, and lowered herself inch by inch onto Luo Qingyuan's long spear. Her tender sex started sucking gently.

"You're getting prettier and prettier, my little Huali."

Luo Qingyuan held her butt cheeks and patted her at will. Every slap made her pussy tighten and her nipples twitch.

"Mnnh... it's all because Master is willing to fuck Huali every day... mm... thank you for Master's big cock..."

"What a good girl."

Luo Qingyuan often taught Mo Huali filthy language, and she learned quickly, all for the sake of satisfying her master more.

"Huali should learn cultivation too, right? I'll teach you our heart method."

"If Master wants it, this slave will learn, but maybe I don't have much talent, ah~"

"What are you saying? The core of our heart method is to be passionate enough about sex. With how shameless you are, you'll definitely make some progress." Luo Qingyuan pinched her pearl and kept feeding her pleasure.

"B-but... this slave~ mm~ isn't that shameless~ ha~"

"Really? You've been rocking your hips nonstop since just now, haven't you?" Luo Qingyuan teased her as his other hand naturally cupped Mo Huali's breasts, tugging them left and right.

"N-no~ It was Master who wanted this slave ha~ so I moved~"

"You're clearly a little slut who gets aroused just from being led out the door and having strangers stare at your body without covering it up... don't act shy." Luo Qingyuan thrust his waist, and a powerful surge of pleasure shot straight up Mo Huali's spine, making her jade feet instantly go rigid.

"Mm—ah~ Master~ the way Master is fucking this slave feels so good~ mm..." Mo Huali unconsciously shook her slutty hips, instantly stirring ripples through her ass and breasts. If there had been a camera, Luo Qingyuan would definitely have recorded it and looped it for Mo Huali to watch every day.

Luo Qingyuan stroked Mo Huali's clit and nipple nubs in satisfaction, his fucking technique growing ever more skillful. His shaft was wet with her nectar. From straddling to rear entry, Mo Huali's passage grew tighter and tighter, and several palm prints had appeared on her fair, beautiful butt.

"Haa... mmhmmmhmmmhmmmhmm--"

Luo Qingyuan pulled Mo Huali into his arms and gripped her drooping, swaying breasts, blasting all his thick semen into her flower heart. Mo Huali was dazed by the repeated orgasms and leaned powerlessly into Luo Qingyuan's embrace, letting him reshape her breasts at will.

"Clean yourself up."

"Hahh--"

Luo Qingyuan withdrew his cock from Mo Huali's body. The white juice trailing out left a puddle on the bed. He shifted position and pinned Mo Huali between his thighs, letting her lick it clean with her little mouth.

At first, Mo Huali had not known how to clean up after a blowjob. After doing it many times, though, as long as Luo Qingyuan brought his cock to her cheek, she would obediently lick and suck it clean.

"Very good."

Luo Qingyuan fondled her outward-flaring twin peaks and hooked two fingers under her pink nipple bud, and at once Mo Huali climbed into another climax.

"Let's fuck you a bit longer..."

The next day, Mo Huali braced one hand against the wall, her face full of seduction, her cunt plugged by a jade shaft that blocked the path of his semen.

Luo Qingyuan had fucked her for several hours yesterday, and only in the evening did he formally teach her the heart method. After getting up this morning, they had dual cultivated again for a while, adding some semen to her womb to make cultivation easier for her.

Looking at Mo Huali beside him, Luo Qingyuan couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"Are you okay to walk?"

"Mm... this slave is fine, it's just... just... still a little..." Luo Qingyuan was at a loss for words. Mo Huali's sex drive had grown stronger and stronger. He was afraid that one day Mo Huali would become like his senior sisters, thinking only about fucking, and that thought gave him a headache.

The women of Moonfall Palace were all carefully selected sex furnaces, and most of the men had the talent of dragon bodies, which meant learning the heart method had to begin with dual cultivation with the opposite sex. The strength one could bring out was proportional to how debauched one's heart was. Mo Huali's aptitude was not low, and she learned the heart method very quickly. She was already able to control spiritual power at a basic level, though fighting was still rather difficult.

"Today's the Harvest Festival, little brother. Since it's your first time here, enjoy yourself!"

"Absolutely, absolutely."

The tower master tossed Luo Qingyuan a bag of coins, afraid he wouldn't have enough money. He was exceptionally generous. Luo Qingyuan took it and nodded in acknowledgment.

Mo Huali had deliberately put on makeup today. Her already pretty face had gained a little extra allure, and the nonstop nourishment of day and night had only added an even sluttier atmosphere to her. Under the sheer dress made of silk, her figure was shameless, her twin breasts tightly bound so that the shape of two flower-shaped nipple pasties could be seen. In addition to her cunt being filled by the jade shaft, her back passage had also been stuffed with a vibrating egg. Her soft, smooth legs had gained a little more flesh under Luo Qingyuan's nurturing, making her look healthier and more tempting. She wore stockings that matched her skin tone almost perfectly, outlining the swell of her thighs.

"You're not allowed to climax at all today."

"This slave understands..."

Mo Huali blushed as Luo Qingyuan wrapped an arm around her full hips. His warm hand kneaded freely over her snow-white, upturned butt cheeks, making her heart flutter. If she could hold out for twenty-four hours without climaxing, then the heart method would be perfected.

"Forget it. I'll hold your tits instead, since you're not wearing a bra today." After speaking, Luo Qingyuan's hand slid from her ass to her shoulder and gripped her right snowy breast. It was now so developed that one hand could barely hold it, which made him very satisfied.

"So perky. You're really incredible. I wonder how many courtesans are envying your body." Luo Qingyuan teased her as he led Mo Huali out of Yuchun Tower. Everywhere was busy preparing for the Harvest Festival that started today. It would last three days, and Yuchun Tower was offering some discounts to celebrate.

Even though Mo Huali was dressed so lightly, with most of her skirt looking as though it had only been stitched together from strips of cloth and spring light spilling out everywhere, the female cultivators' clothing was not all that different from this. She did not stand out in the crowd. In fact, the courtesans were dressed even more conservatively than ordinary cultivators.

Beautiful girls always drew a lot of attention. The moment most men saw Mo Huali's exposed soft chest and her jade leg stepping out from the slit of her skirt, they could hardly contain their lust. But once they saw that Luo Qingyuan had his arm around her, even those who did not know Mo Huali could tell she was Luo Qingyuan's favorite little sex slave. They had desire but no courage.

The town was not small. In scale, it was probably at least several times larger than the county seat Luo Qingyuan remembered from his past life. With no means of transportation, he could only walk through the city on foot. Fortunately, with his current physical condition, crossing the whole town was no hardship. What surprised him was that every so often he would run into some man he had treated, and every one of them was very enthusiastic toward him.

"Brother Luo! You're out having fun too? Come, come, come! My family's meat pies are delicious, I'll give you two! Take them!"

"What filling are they?"

Luo Qingyuan was not polite. He took the meat pies right away, wrapped in a palm-sized square of cloth, and they looked almost like steamed pastries.

"Sweet filling! Little Huali will definitely like them!"

Luo Qingyuan turned to look at Mo Huali, and her eyes were practically stuck to the white pies in his hand.

"Then thank you, uncle!"

"No problem! Eat up slowly--"

Luo Qingyuan immediately handed both pies to Mo Huali. She hurriedly took them, and because she had skipped breakfast, her stomach had been empty for quite a while already.

"Don't eat too much. There'll probably be more later. I won't eat any anyway. If these are good, I'll buy them for you again next time."

"Hahh..."

Mo Huali was starving. After hearing Luo Qingyuan, she bit right in. The pie wasn't greasy and was soft and chewy, with a wonderful texture. The filling was red bean paste; just looking at it made Luo Qingyuan feel the sweetness was almost sickening.

"Does this slave have something on her face..."

Mo Huali felt embarrassed being watched while she ate. After swallowing, she blinked and looked at him.

"No. I just think that whatever you eat, you always look so delicious that it gives people a real appetite."

"Eh? Master... this... this is on the street... if... if Master really wants to... this slave also... also wouldn't mind it... ahh~" Luo Qingyuan flicked Mo Huali's forehead and said helplessly,

"Don't keep thinking about sex in your head. That's bad for your health. Where did the Huali who was so resistant to sex at the beginning go?"

"Because... elder sister said that was very uncomfortable. Now it feels really good... every second I want Master's thick cock inside me..." Well, she's a born little slut.

Luo Qingyuan sighed. If Mo Huali had been a disciple of Moonfall Palace, she might truly have become something remarkable. She had far more talent than his two junior sisters.

"Master... will you hate a slave like this?"

Mo Huali glanced timidly at Luo Qingyuan, afraid of hearing an answer she did not want. The way she clutched the pie looked almost pitiful.

"I like you like this very much. Don't worry about anything else. You'll be my sex slave beneath me for the rest of your life." Luo Qingyuan held Mo Huali's right breast and rolled her nipple with his thumb, teasing her until her whole face went red.

"Mm?!"

Playing with the girl's body like that on the street drew more than just male envy. Luo Qingyuan also attracted a lot of side glances from female cultivators. In particular, when they saw Mo Huali smiling, their resentment only deepened. Some even came forward directly to confront Luo Qingyuan.

"How can you humiliate this young lady like this! Have you ever considered her feelings?!" The brown-haired girl stood with one hand on her hip in front of Luo Qingyuan, pointing at his nose in righteous anger.

"Uh, miss, you may be mistaken about one thing. She likes it herself. I never forced her." Luo Qingyuan found this a little funny and wanted to see what would happen next.

"The master didn't force this slave. This slave wanted it herself. In fact, I want even more..." After chewing up the last of the pies, Mo Huali wiped her mouth and looked very satisfied.

"Master? Slave? That's coercion! Shameless! I will uphold justice!" The brown-haired girl struck out with a palm, only for Luo Qingyuan's left hand to catch it easily without causing him the slightest harm. Mo Huali was still defending Luo Qingyuan, waving her hands repeatedly in hopes of calming this pointless dispute.

"The crime of seducing an ignorant young girl! I absolutely must make you pay!" The brown-haired girl yanked her hand back hard, rubbing the wrist that had been caught in embarrassment and anger. Two spirit talismans floated up from her turning palm, but before they could activate, Luo Qingyuan's condensed ice spear instantly pinned them down and nailed them straight into the ground.

"You should listen to the explanation first, miss."

"You! I! You-- I'll call my senior sister to deal with you!"

The girl fled in defeat, glaring at Luo Qingyuan one last time before running off, which left him smiling wryly.

"What a personality... what are you doing?"

"Ah! This... I was trying to write twenty of Master's virtues, so she'll understand." Mo Huali had somehow produced a sheet of white paper and a tiny brush. She had borrowed some ink from the nearby stall owner and was lying on the stall writing.

"That's kind of funny. Let me see."

Luo Qingyuan couldn't hold back a laugh and leaned over Mo Huali's shoulder. Good grief, in only two or three minutes she had already written several lines.

"Kind to people, gentle to me, very considerate, very smart, gives a strong sense of security, has a huge cock, can make this slave climax three times in a row before cumming... uh, maybe the rest doesn't need to be said?" The stall owner on the side also saw the words and covered his mouth with a snicker, patting Luo Qingyuan on the back.

"Little Brother Luo and your own girl really do get along well. I truly envy you, brother."

"Quit teasing me. I can't even keep a straight face."

"Eh? Isn't this fine? It seems pretty accurate to me."

Luo Qingyuan rubbed Mo Huali's downcast head with a helpless look. After half a year together, he increasingly realized that the Mo Huali he had first seen was an act. In truth, she was just a slightly natural, cute girl who loved to act spoiled and was a little dumb.

"Brother, the ink money--"

"How could I possibly take your money? That makes no sense! I should be thanking you instead! Take it! It's a gift!" The stall owner sold stationery and took out a large stack of rather expensive white paper and two small bottles of ground ink.

"Take it! Don't embarrass your brother! Your sister-in-law praises me every day now..." The stall owner leaned in close to Luo Qingyuan's ear, and when he said the second half of the sentence, his eyes were shining. That vigorous, triumphant look was one Luo Qingyuan had seen on the faces of many older brothers and uncles, and he couldn't help feeling that he really had helped quite a few people.

"Alright, alright, then I'll accept it with thanks."

"Take care on your way!"

Luo Qingyuan received another gift and continued strolling around with Mo Huali.

"The Huali now is a little different from my first impression of you."

"Ah... is that a bad thing?"

"No, no. It's that I like you more."

Mo Huali let out a breath of relief, and the corners of her lips curved up unconsciously.

"Before, elder sister said I should be a little colder toward others. That way I'd run into fewer troubles, but keeping a straight face every day is tiring." Good grief, you know, you really acted that well. I couldn't tell at all.

Luo Qingyuan rubbed his nose and continued wandering around town with Mo Huali. The number of gifts they received grew greater and greater, and they sampled more than a dozen kinds of food, leaving Mo Huali stuffed to the brim and even unable to walk.

"Master!"

At Mo Huali's sweet cry, she was lifted up into the air and carried onto Luo Qingyuan's back.

"Isn't this bad?"

"My darling can't walk anymore, so isn't it perfectly normal for me to carry her? There's a performance up ahead. We can go have a look, and on my back you'll probably be able to see more clearly."

"Okay... okay-- oh--"

A dark mass of people surrounded a raised platform. On the square stone stage was some kind of play whose purpose was unknown. Luo Qingyuan couldn't see much, only catching a glimpse of figures through the gaps in the crowd while listening to the melodious, flowing singing.

"Is this your first time watching?"

"Mm!"

For the first time, Mo Huali did not look at Luo Qingyuan. She stared fixedly at the performance on stage. Luo Qingyuan smiled and lifted her as high as he could so she could see more clearly.

After listening for a while, it seemed to be telling a story about the gods blessing the common people. More or less, it was the theme of a sacrificial ritual, praying for favorable weather and abundant harvests in the coming year and giving thanks to heaven. Even with content like that, there were still truly many people watching, and Luo Qingyuan couldn't help missing that information-rich society from his old world.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Qingyuan felt Mo Huali's soft thighs clamp around him and asked.

"I need to use the latrine..."

"Ah, okay, sorry. Excuse me, coming through!"

Luo Qingyuan spent quite a while squeezing through the crowd before he finally got Mo Huali out. The common folk's enthusiasm was honestly terrifying. By the time Mo Huali finished using the latrine, it had taken another good while, and they could no longer force their way back through the crowd, so they had no choice but to give up.

“There'll be another chance to see it next time. It's fine.”

“Mm...”

Luo Qingyuan patted the disappointed Mo Huali, wanting to cheer her up. After wandering around for a bit, he decided to take her to look at paintings.

“Oh? A rare guest indeed? Luo little brother, you'd actually come to my place?”

“Quite the grand setup you have here. This attic is worth a fortune.”

“It was inherited from my ancestors after all. So, what brings you to my 'Danqing Xieyi'?” They sold calligraphy and paintings, and also did portraits for customers. That was the main business of "Danqing Xieyi". The owner was an honest man who was deeply in love with his wife, and he had also gone to Luo Qingyuan for a little help to restore his virility. His wife still came by every few days with some homemade snacks to butter Luo Qingyuan up, and after all that they had become familiar with each other. Still, this was Luo Qingyuan's first time at the "Danqing Xieyi" pavilion.

The exquisitely carved darkwood miniatures adorned the already beautiful walls. Several of the owner's proudest works hung there as displays, and the valuable calligraphy and paintings he had collected were all showcased around the counter. Because the pavilion had several floors, the vertical space was used very well, and carefully chosen potted plants were placed in the proper spots.

“Uncle Zhang, let your wife paint a portrait of Huali.”

“Like this? Wearing this outfit?”

“Mm.”

“All right.”

Uncle Zhang motioned for Luo Qingyuan to sit down with Mo Huali first, then went to the back courtyard to find his wife, who was preparing the brush-and-ink supplies.

“The paintings here are prettier than the ones at Yuchun Tower.”

“After all, Yuchun Tower's are all erotic paintings. They do get a bit boring.” Luo Qingyuan sometimes felt the proprietor's taste really was not great. The erotic paintings he picked were somewhat ugly and lacked a sense of vitality. To be frank, the proprietor's former wife was not much to look at either, and his daughter wasn't much better.

“Ahhh~ This girl is really beautiful~ Mm... your little brother's taste isn't bad either.” Madam Liu came out from behind the curtain with a teacup in hand. When she saw Mo Huali's outfit, she frowned slightly, then smiled with resigned helplessness.

“Sit here, come on.”

Madam Liu led Mo Huali into the reception room and had her sit in the designated chair, sizing her up from head to toe and circling around her from time to time.

“Luo little brother, want some tea?”

“No, no. I already had enough milk tea.”

“You're really popular, Luo little brother.”

Uncle Zhang shook his head, lost in the pleasure of savoring his tea.

“Heh, that's all because everyone flatters me. I just did a tiny bit of work.” Luo Qingyuan looked at Madam Liu's skillful brushwork and ink technique, unable to help admiring that there were true masters among the common folk, and that her wrist control was exceptionally deft.

“You don't have to sit so tensely. Get up and move around a bit if you like. If you want any of those pastries on the table, just take them.”

“No, no, thank you! I'm already full.”

Mo Huali waved her hands and bowed at the waist, all in one smooth motion. Her stomach was already slightly swollen now; she'd been fed the whole way there and had satisfied her sweet tooth to the fullest.

The jade cock inside her pussy had long since been pulled out by Luo Qingyuan. Seeing that she had been hovering at the edge of orgasm the whole time, he felt a little guilty, so he stopped teasing her.

“There are evening gatherings every night these next few days. You can come take a look.”

Uncle Zhang knew Luo Qingyuan wasn't from around here, so he made a point of reminding him.

“All right. It's only noon anyway. Let's keep walking around and see if there's anything new.”

“My little one actually likes going. She's already been taken out by her grandma to play.”

“By the way, Uncle Zhang, what do you usually do for fun?”

Luo Qingyuan usually asked once he got familiar with someone, but he'd never remembered to ask Uncle Zhang.

“What do I do for fun... read books, play cards, sneak out and chat with friends a bit. Seems like that's about it. Why do you ask all of a sudden?”

“No choice. I just keep feeling like the days inside Yuchun Tower are a bit boring. I want to find something different to do.” Sure enough, this world still had its backward places.

Luo Qingyuan propped his head on his hand, feeling a little bit of withdrawal from the information age.

“Shouldn't cultivators like you be squeezing out every spare moment to pursue higher cultivation? How come you, little brother, don't have that problem instead?” Uncle Zhang poured another cup of tea and took a small sip.

“Uh, I'm not all that obsessed with cultivation. I mainly just go with the flow. Besides, I'm not some especially impressive person.”

“In our eyes, you're already a promising young man. There's no need to belittle yourself.” Uncle Zhang patted Luo Qingyuan on the shoulder, looking especially kind.

“That's flattering me too much—”

“All right, let's see if it works.”

Madam Liu lifted the sheet of paper and showed it to Mo Huali. The latter covered her face and gasped in amazement at the fact that she could be so beautiful.

“It looks great!”

“I'm glad you like it. It's yours.”

Mo Huali turned to look at Luo Qingyuan, practically writing the words I want it across her face.

“Take it. It was meant for you in the first place.”

“Thank you, madam!”

Mo Huali studied the painting of herself with delight, unable to put it down, her smile bright and blooming. Luo Qingyuan drummed his fingers on the table, and the look he gave Mo Huali was overflowing with affection.

Madam Liu pulled Uncle Zhang aside and whispered.

“Didn't you say she was a sex slave? Can a sex slave have eyes like that? They're even gentler than the way you used to look at me back then, you brat!”

“No, I swear that's really what he said! I absolutely didn't mean to lie to you, madam!”

“Tsk tsk tsk. I met this girl before, and now she's even more radiant than she was then, and prettier too. If you tell me his care for her has nothing to do with that, I won't believe you. It's really nice. When are you going to be the kind of man who buys me whatever I want, huh? Ah!”

“Hey, hey, madam, don't pull! New jewelry, I'll buy it, I'll buy it!” Uncle Zhang was yanked hard by the ear and grimaced in pain.

“Fine! Don't you dare go back on your word!”

“Just don't buy anything too expensive~”

“Luo little brother, if little Huali wanted to buy something very expensive, would you buy it for her?” Madam Liu's sudden question made Uncle Zhang's legs go weak, and he turned in horror to stare at Luo Qingyuan.

“Why wouldn't I? If she likes it, then of course I would.”

“How nice~”

Madam Liu wore a smile that was all teeth and no warmth as she pinched Uncle Zhang's arm and said in a voice only he could hear:

She! Doesn't! Like! It!

“Still, if it's too expensive, I'd think about it. After all, I wouldn't be able to take out that much money all at once.”

“Master doesn't need to buy me anything so extravagant that it would strain him!”

Mo Huali immediately took the painting and tugged at Luo Qingyuan's sleeve.

“But you like it. To me, anything that can make you happy is worth it. If it satisfies you, I'll be happy too.” Little brother, are you trying to kill me?

The pain in Uncle Zhang's arm grew sharper and sharper. He didn't even have the courage to glance at Madam Liu.

“Then we'll take our leave first. Wishing you booming business.”

“Booming business! Booming business!”

Uncle Zhang hurriedly waved them off, almost begging Luo Qingyuan to leave.

“So really, Master doesn't need to spend so much money on this sex slave!”

“I want to see you smiling happily. Come on, let's keep walking around!”

Luo Qingyuan held the shy, coquettish Mo Huali in his arms and walked out with a grin, looking at her delicate face.

“Madam, madam! It's about to break!”

“Sigh, I'm really jealous—”

Madam Liu let go and sat at the table drinking her bitter tea.

“Having a man who isn't stingy is wonderful!”

“Am I really that stingy?”

“The last time you gave me jewelry was ten years ago, and it was just a hairpin that cost less than ten spirit coins!”

“Uh... I think snacks are a better deal.”

“If you'd buy me jewelry worth even fifty spirit coins, I'd be satisfied!” In fact, jewelry worth fifty spirit coins wasn't even middle-tier, and Madam Liu felt irritated just thinking about it.

“Then let's go buy it! I can't let my wife feel so wronged!”

“You said it! Come on, we're closing up!”

“Let's go!”

Only later would anyone know that by going out like this, Uncle Zhang ended up spending nearly a thousand spirit coins before finally soothing Madam Liu's resentment, but that money was only a drop in the bucket of his fortune.

It wasn't that he didn't want to give her gifts. He just wanted to surprise her every time, and every time he ran into decision paralysis and let it slide. This time, after accompanying Madam Liu to make a purchase, everything somehow matched her taste surprisingly well, so the result was actually a happy one.

As night fell, Luo Qingyuan held Mo Huali's hand and planned to get dinner. Just after sitting down in the tavern, he turned his head and saw the magnificent scene in the sky, and a long-lost curse burst from his mouth.

“Holy shit! What a huge dragon!”