The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 41: Beauty

After spending roughly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qi Xianqing closed the small book and pondered aloud, "This time in Jiangnan, the books Xu Qianning gave me have truly novel content."

Yan Jue thought, What else can I do besides stay silent?

The little fox sat in Qi Xianqing's lap, staring blankly up at her.

Qi Xianqing said, "It's just too bad you can't read."

Yan Jue: "......"

Indeed, senior disciple Qi is always the model of self-restraint. She never loses herself in trivial entertainment and would never waste too much time on something so minor.

Afterward, Qi Xianqing placed the book back on the shelf, drawing out another volume of papers.

Yan Jue blinked in surprise because the cover bore several large, clear characters: Yan Jue.

A notebook... with her name on it.

Yan Jue was momentarily touched, but then she noticed that Qi Xianqing's bookshelf held many other small notebooks.

Chen Yan.

Fang Yu.

Jiang Cheng.

"......"

Oh. So, this was actually the teacher's student record book.

Still, if Yan Jue were to pull a few books off the shelf and leaf through them, she would find that none of the other notebooks had as many notes as hers.

Perhaps because Yan Jue was easy to teach, or maybe because Qi Xianqing had once unblocked Yan Jue's meridians, she seemed to teach Yan Jue with particular enthusiasm.

In the quiet of night, Qi Xianqing wrote and sketched in her notebook, propping her chin as she mused, "The art of 'Grappling and Throwing' is an essence of martial arts; it's easy to learn, but hard to master. I learned it in about ten days, so I'll give her seven. Let's see if she can manage it."

The pages were filled with Qi Xianqing's own insights on her training. Yan Jue was taken aback—were all these notes... written by Qi Xianqing herself?

Yan Jue's eyes were instantly glued to the words, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Qi Xianqing continued, "Last time, her move 'Swift Step' really surprised me; she learned it quite fast, almost catching up to me."

Sitting in Qi Xianqing's lap, Yan Jue turned her gaze to silently recite the martial arts notes on the table.

Even when Qi Xianqing got up to go to bed, Yan Jue was still wide awake.

Qi Xianqing's nightwear was as white as snow, accentuating her slender figure. She lifted the blanket and got into bed, looking over at Yan Jue with a good-natured smile. She patted the bed beside her, saying, "Little Fox, come sleep here."

Yan Jue: "?!"

There was no way she was going to sleep with Qi Xianqing.

With a low whimper, Yan Jue walked over to the bed, curled up on the floor beside it, and immediately felt her stomach clench, her whole body tensing up.

Qi Xianqing lay down and reached a hand down to gently stroke Yan Jue's belly.

Yan Jue's body relaxed instantly, flipping onto her back, her head tilted to gaze up at Qi Xianqing. Her eyes narrowed, and her back paws started kicking at the air.