Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Going shopping.

Han Xin pulled the quilt over his head in exasperation. Despite his explanations, his cousin’s expression still seemed to say, "I don’t believe you." Forget it, he thought. He would explain himself with his actions. Sure, he might have dreamt about Peng Xiu but it was because she was circling him like a vulture and she pissed him off more often than anyone else. So of course, he would dream about her. It was a matter-of-fact that people you deal with on a daily basis can influence your mind so it was normal that he would dream about her.

AN: Yes, but sir, you never have dreams, so...

The medicine worked quickly, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep like usual. His sleep was excellent and when he woke up early morning for training he was in a very good mood. Unfortunately, this good mood didn’t last long.

As he prepared to supervise the small group of soldiers, he noticed Peng Xiu walking into the forest alone. He turned his head away, determined not to look at her anymore. He couldn’t help but wonder why she was up early. What was she up to? When he realised what he was thinking he scolded himself and focused on the people in front of him.

For a moment, he could concentrate, but thirty minutes later, Peng Xiu returned, her semi-dry hair clinging to her back and neck. Her lips were a light pink, and she had changed into the black dress she wore when they first met.

His gaze subconsciously glanced at her flat chest that suited her slender frame. She looked just like she did in his dream. As for the potatoes, he planned on tossing them back into the sack. Which reminds him, he should do it after training. And thus, the procrastination to dispose of the potatoes began.

While his mind was wandering his gaze remained fixed on Peng Xiu. With that much staring, he was inevitably caught by her. She glared at him before doing the most childish thing he had ever seen. She stuck her tongue out playfully and he quickly looked away, his brows creased in frustration. He reprimanded himself for being so stupid. What was there to look at?

When he raised his head to focus on the soldiers swinging their swords, he met Han Zhan’s gaze. It was then he realised his cousin had been watching him the entire time, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Nothing," Han Zhan replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

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