Chapter 047: Hanhan, Why Are Your Thoughts So Complicated?

Bai Chuwei gazed into Duan Feihan’s eyes, which glittered more brightly than the stars scattered across the night sky, and obediently called out, “Hanhan.” Her voice lifted at the end, as if she were addressing a child under five.

Duan Feihan’s handsome face froze for a moment.

Han… Hanhan?

A memory flashed suddenly through Duan Feihan’s mind: when he was young, someone had called him that as well. But so many years had passed, he could no longer recall that person’s face.

Bai Chuwei walked forward with her hands behind her back. The spring night breeze brushed past, and she seemed to melt into the darkness, a wry smile curving her lips. “Surprised, aren’t you? The founding master of all Chinese medicine, and yet unable to cure herself.”

Ever since that person died for her, she had been afflicted with this illness—her heart would ache, now and then, and only spiritual herbs could ease it.

In these five thousand years, she had lost count of how many such herbs she’d consumed.

Fortunately, now she had encountered Tang Monk’s flesh.

Though she had no perverse taste for human flesh, borrowing a bit of spiritual energy was no harm.

While Bai Chuwei mused over this, Duan Feihan spoke from behind, “Chuwei, what is your condition for treating my father?”

Bai Chuwei had no wish to treat Old Master Duan; she agreed only because Duan Feihan had promised to fulfill any request, unconditionally.

Bai Chuwei heard his question and spun around abruptly, a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes. She opened her lips and, with determined clarity, uttered, “Hold me.”

Duan Feihan’s entire body jolted; the usually expressionless, handsome face revealed an unusual look.

He clasped his hands behind his back, closed his eyes to steady his breath, then opened them, his voice deep and somber. “Are you eighteen yet?”

For once, Bai Chuwei was baffled; she couldn’t follow his logic.

What did age have to do with this?

“Of course I’m of age.” Eighteen? She had lived for over five thousand years already!

Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. He reminded her in a low tone, “You may be of age, but you’re still a high school student. You should focus on your studies.”

What nonsense was this?

Bai Chuwei was growing impatient. The old ancestor had lived too long to enjoy being lectured. Her tone was careless: “Just answer me—will you hold me or not?”

The man’s gaze was deep, as if he were steeling himself.

After a minute’s silence, Duan Feihan lowered his eyes, reached out to grasp Bai Chuwei’s wrist, and said in a low voice, “Get in the car.”

Duan Feihan pulled Bai Chuwei into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and drove off. The black sedan sliced through the night.

Bai Chuwei watched as the car sped ahead, heading towards a nearby luxury hotel, and a rare blush tinged her lovely face. She immediately demanded he stop the car.

She looked at Duan Feihan, her expression complex, and spoke earnestly, “Hanhan, you’re only twenty-four. Why are your thoughts so complicated? When I said ‘hold me,’ I meant it simply.”

Duan Feihan: “…”

Bai Chuwei sighed in admiration. “But it seems your feelings for your father truly run deep—if you’d even consider offering yourself…”

The quiet sound of a seatbelt unbuckling sliced through the air. Before her words could finish, she was already swept into his arms.

The man’s strong, agile arms wrapped around her slender waist, warmth radiating steadily through the fabric.

Duan Feihan’s body emitted a continuous flow of spiritual energy, like a naturally grown reservoir. Bai Chuwei nestled against his shoulder, inhaled deeply, and sighed, “You smell wonderful.”

Duan Feihan fell silent, suddenly recalling a joke he’d seen online: “You smell so seductive.”