Chapter 459 Jealousy

Shushan held an immortal arts competition, and Jinglan won the first place easily.

At night, he sneaked into Zhen Xi's bedroom, looked at the beautiful figure on the bed, and then quietly approached her again.

At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

He looked back and saw the woman standing quietly behind him.

That snow-skinned skin seemed to light up the dark night.

"Master?"

He turned around again and saw that the beautiful figure on the bed had disappeared.

Zhen Xi stood behind him and asked slowly, "Why did you sneak into the woman's boudoir when you didn't sleep in the middle of the night?"

A woman’s boudoir…

Jing Lan found this sentence very ambiguous no matter how he heard it.

He concealed his embarrassment and said as calmly as possible, "Master, I won first place in the magic competition today, so I came here to ask for a reward from you."

"Reward? Didn't I praise you in front of everyone today?"

You know, she never praises others.

He spoke like this today, which really made all the Shushan disciples envious.

"That doesn't count! What I want is a private reward, the kind that no one else knows about!"

Zhen Xi looked at the naughty young man in front of her and was not annoyed.

After a while, she said with a hint of helplessness, "That's all, how about I make a bowl of noodles with my own hands and give it to you as a reward?"

Jing Lan immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of reward he is, he just hopes to get something different from her.

Something that others can never get!

For example, she personally served him a bowl of noodles.

Jing Lan sat in the kitchen, quietly looking at the woman kneading the dough in front of the stove.

Green-white jade hands with well-defined joints, even whiter than dough.

She seems to be very skilled in her techniques.

Jing Lan asked, "Have you ever made a meal for others before?"

In fact, he didn't know that there was a hint of jealousy in the tone of this sentence.

"No." Zhen Xi replied, "If you want to eat it, just use magic to turn it into a bowl. I did it myself today just to reward you."

Jing Lan just breathed a sigh of relief, but the woman continued, "I made steamed buns for others."

She seemed to be remembering something from the past, and her expression became a little lost.

Jinglan wanted to make a fuss and asked: If you want to make steamed buns, why don't you use magic to make them? !

But he remained calm and endured it.

This bowl of noodles was tasteless to Jinglan, and she kept thinking about who did she make steamed buns for?

After sending her to the bedroom, before leaving, he finally couldn't help but ask, "You said you made steamed buns, who did you make them for?"

Zhen Xi was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, she answered vaguely, "Well... there is such a person."

Jing Lan was choked immediately.

She doesn't want to answer?

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have asked. The more he asked, the more worried he became!

He is not someone who likes to get to the bottom of things.

He just wanted to understand her crazily, her preferences and habits, the past that he had not been involved in, and everything about her!

This impatient emotion came so unexpectedly.

Even he couldn't understand why he was like this.

Maybe... there's nothing wrong with wanting to understand your master.

One day, Jinglan was practicing swordplay in the bamboo forest.

Now, his swordsmanship has reached the level of proficiency.

After he finished practicing a whole set of swordsmanship smoothly, he went back to find Zhen Xi.

But he found that the woman had fallen asleep on the glass table in the bamboo forest.

Jinglan tiptoed closer and saw that the woman's eyes were lightly closed, her expression was soft, and most of her face was covered by a veil.