A few hundred miles away, a certain empty land.
Shen -professional in getting lost- Ying was seated on a large rock, a hand under her chin as she looked opposite at the... shabby looking, huge fatty, who'd just crawled out from the pile of weeds, sweating profusely.
Seeming like he didn't expect to encounter someone, the man was stunned even his few hundred pounds physique froze, on the features that had already been squeezed together, a panicky and bewildered expression surfaced. He stood rooted to the ground, a piece of yellowed weed was still swinging before his forehead.
The two met eyes for a good while,
"Hey, good afternoon." Shen Ying greeted.
"... Hi?" The man instinctively replied.
Yet Shen Ying had looked away, seeming not very interested and habitually pulled out a pack of pastries to munch on. The man remained unmoved, his entire body tense, his eyes filled with inquiry, as if recalling something, his eyes fixed onto her sleeves.
No... no drawing.
Looking to be reassured then, he heaved a deep sigh of relief, even his waistline instantly grew wider, making him appear even rounder. Thank goodness, thank goodness, she's not part of the pursuing troops. He lifted his hand and wiped the perspiration on his forehead, his expression that was still stiff earlier gradually eased, relaxing his entire body, he dropped to the ground and panted.
All at once, the relatively small area of land was left with the sounds of his panting and the chewing sounds of a certain person. The aroma of the pastries drifted faintly in the air, causing the man to look towards the other's hand.
Perhaps because his appetite had been whetted, the longer he stared, the stronger the aroma seemed to be, causing his mouth to water as if he had been possessed, his eyes remained glued. Yet he was too embarrassed to ask the young lady for some and could only stare, as the pastry in her hands lessened piece by piece, he subconsciously swallowed, letting out a very loud- gulp.
Shen Ying faltered and looked over with some questioning in her eyes, he instantly turned red, embarrassment flashed across his eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Shen Ying narrowed her eyes, picked up the last piece of pastry and handed it over on an outstretched hand. "Want this?"
The man's eyes lit up, staring right at that piece of pastry, he gave a hard nod, he hadn't eaten for a few days already. Instinctively reaching out to receive it, he replied, "Mm mm mm, then..."
Before he finished his sentence, Shen Ying suddenly retracted his hand and stuffed it all into her widely opened mouth, with a speed twice as fast as earlier, she swallowed it all in a few seconds and even dusted off her hands at the end. "I've got none left too." Heh heh, I refuse to give it.
The man was speechless.
His entire being was dazed, his outstretched hand was still frozen midair, and remained so for a long time.
He only came back to his senses moments after she'd done it on purpose. A hint of grievance flashed across the face that was as big as a basin, but there wasn't any anger,.After all, the food belonged to her, he had misunderstood her, meekly retracting his meaty hands, he rubbed them together slightly embarrassed.
Appearing to have gotten enough rest a while later, he lifted he looked up at Shen Ying, saying, "Miss... are you not a cultivator?" Cultivators do not need to eat.Shen Ying who was now munching on some fruits cocked her head to one side. "I'm not!"
"Oh." He seemed to be even more relaxed as he forced out a good-natured smile, then reminded after seeming to have recalled something, "Demon beasts have always been spotted in this forest, Miss, you have no cultivation and all alone, you better not stay here, leave as soon as possible."
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