Shen Qingqiu continues to rub his back, worried for him. Could something have gotten stuck in his throat?
How could he be coughing so much all of a sudden — is it another qi deviation?!
When Liu Qingge's coughs eventually die down, he looks back at him when he peeks over from the corner of his ——
How could he be coughing so much all of a sudden — is it another qi deviation?!
When Liu Qingge's coughs eventually die down, he looks back at him when he peeks over from the corner of his ——
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“Was it really that shocking to you, for me to be able to carry that cow?” This is the conclusion he arrives at, after a lot of thought.
"No... No, it just looked like Shixiong wasn't the type to ever even touch a cow."
To make a point, still hiding behind his own hand, he glances at Shen Qingqiu's robes and nicely styled hair.
“This shixiong can and will do a lot more than you think,” he answers with a soft huff, straightening out his robes.
“After all, isn't it fun to do things novel to you sometimes?”
Probably. For other people. Liu Qingge himself usually just finds novelty... Boring. Then again, it's hard to find things more exciting than literally battling beasts and demons every week.
Fun, to him, comes more from watching others -
The reemerged mental image makes the corners of his eyes crinkle, trying not to fall back into laughter.
As he finally drops his hand from his mouth, he's much calmer, letting out a sigh.
"This one doesn't doubt."
“I doubt the farmers would appreciate us manhandling their cows. Shall we take our leave?”
As much as he would love to see Liu Qingge lift a hundred cows... he looked plenty ——