Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 102

Feng Qingran’s gaze fell upon the chessboard. The intermingled red and white pieces gave off an inexplicably strange feeling.

But then again, there was no rule that chess pieces had to be black, right?

Hmm?

Feng Qingran’s almond eyes suddenly widened. Why did the legs of this table have joints?!

Looking further down, she realized the things propping up the table legs didn’t look like stones at all, but more like bones that had been specially polished…

She withdrew her gaze, her fingers rubbing against the teacup.

If they were really made of bone, they should feel damp after all this time, right?

Feng Qingran looked at the man across from her.

His brow and eyes radiated gentleness, his whole person exuded an approachable aura. Surely he wouldn’t do something so brutal?

After a moment’s consideration, Feng Qingran spoke up, “Young Master, what are your usual hobbies?”

“You may call me Qi,” he said gently. “Hobbies: planting flowers, watering flowers, fertilizing.”

“Feng Xingran,” Feng Qingran did not give her real name.

“Miss Feng, is the temperature of the tea not to your liking?” Qi asked softly.

Feng Qingran immediately shook her head. “No, it’s just that I’ve never liked drinking tea since I was little.”

She took the opportunity to set down the teacup and continued, “How long have you lived here, Young Master Qi?”

“I don’t remember,” Qi replied, his eyes sincere, showing no hint of deceit.

Feng Qingran narrowed her almond eyes. He doesn’t remember?

That must mean a very, very long time.

When she entered the courtyard, she had checked; there were no protective formations around.

A person who seemed harmless.

What did it mean to maintain one’s purity and independence in a place like the Ten Directions Domain?

It meant that Qi was an existence the horde of fierce beasts dared not provoke.

On her journey here, she had noticed that the further in she went, the stronger the beasts she encountered.

But she hadn’t seen a single beast that could take human form.

That’s why it hadn’t occurred to her until now that Qi might be a fierce beast in human guise.

Under the laws of heaven and earth, fierce beasts can transform, but assuming human form is extremely difficult.

A fierce beast capable of taking human form must possess strength formidable enough to rise above the rules themselves.

Feng Qingran didn’t know what level of power could stand above the rules…

But she knew very well that if a fierce beast could become human, and if it stood in opposition to humanity, it would absolutely spell utter disaster for humankind.

Feng Qingran pulled her thoughts back together. Regardless of whether Qi was a beast or a man, she must not offend him.

“Young Master, I feel the scenery in this courtyard is quite lovely. May I take a closer look?” Feng Qingran’s almond eyes sparkled as they darted around.

“Of course,” Qi replied, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. His smile was gentle and modest, his entire being radiating the air of a refined gentleman.

Feng Qingran stood up and walked out of the pavilion.

Looking at the spring-filled garden, she took a deep breath. She needed to think of a way to escape, and fast.

She stole a glance at Qi in the distance.

Clad in white robes, spotlessly clean, he vaguely carried an aura of someone untouched by the mortal world.

Something flashed through Feng Qingran’s mind, too fast for her to grasp.

The flowers in the courtyard were also only in three colors: red, purple, and black.

“Miss Feng, have you taken a liking to any?” Qi’s voice sounded.

Instantly, Feng Qingran felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at Qi, who was now standing beside her, she didn’t know when he had moved. “They’re all quite nice. I’m just very curious, how do you grow black flowers?”

“Apply enough fertilizer, and they naturally turn black,” Qi replied. His long, slender hand gently brushed over one of the black flowers, his every movement a pleasing sight.

“Apply? Fertilizer?” Feng Qingran’s voice held confusion.

“Filthy, foul fertilizer naturally cannot grow fresh, refined flowers. If one could obtain clean, pure fertilizer, perhaps they might bloom white flowers.” Qi’s tone was unhurried, his brow carrying a hint of regret.

Feng Qingran: ???

Why did she feel Qi wasn’t talking about fertilizer, but rather, people?

Her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Outside, she couldn’t defeat that horde of fierce beasts, but she could think of ways to make them balance each other out.

But with Qi, if she couldn’t defeat him, she truly had no way to counter him.

In the face of true power, any strategy is futile.

Was it still too late for her to run now?

“Um, Young Master Qi, how about giving me a chance to escape?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Feng Qingran immediately covered it with her hand.

Why did she say what she was thinking out loud?!

Qi let out a light laugh, his eyes gentle, his demeanor transcendent. “Miss Feng need not be afraid. I’m still reluctant to use you as fertilizer.”

Hearing this, Feng Qingran became even more terrified. A cold chill rapidly spread through her entire body, freezing her backward steps in place.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of Qi’s lips as he watched Feng Qingran’s widened almond eyes, round and large, cute and soft.

So this is the person Mo Jinghong has taken a liking to.

Not bad at all!

Tentatively qualified.

But Mo Jinghong willingly suffered the pain of reincarnation for her.

Whether she truly deserves him or not is another matter altogether.

“Miss Feng may stay here. As long as you remain within this place, I can guarantee your safety. But once you leave this boundary, life or death has nothing to do with me.”

Qi’s eyes were deep, as if concealing a vast, boundless world within.

Feng Qingran rubbed her nose and did not refuse.

The two walked back to the pavilion and sat down.

Qi flicked his sleeve, and all the pieces on the chessboard returned to their boxes.

“Miss Feng, will you take red or white?” Qi asked softly.

Feng Qingran glanced at the chessbox before her. “Red.”

She would have liked to choose white, but she didn’t dare!

“Miss Feng may go first,” Qi said courteously.

A serious expression appeared between Feng Qingran’s brows. She picked up a red piece and placed it in the exact center of the board.

In the past, playing chess with Mo Jinghong, she had never won. Winning against a beast who had lived for who knows how many years would be even harder!

Qi followed closely, placing a piece. His movements were natural and unrestrained, carrying a distinct feeling of clear breeze and bright moon.

“These pieces don’t seem to be made of stone?” Feng Qingran asked casually.

“Ground from the teeth of fierce beasts,” Qi responded.

Feng Qingran: ???

Immediately, the piece in her hand felt scalding hot!

Feng Qingran asked tentatively, “What about this chessboard?”