Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1595
Chapter 1595: Chapter 1577: Before she could finish speaking, Mu Fan hugged his sister to comfort her_1 Chapter 1595: Chapter 1577: Before she could finish speaking, Mu Fan hugged his sister to comfort her_1 “It's getting late, let's go back.”
True Master Guang Qin glanced at the dark sky outside the window, suppressing his numerous doubts, and slowly walked out of the room.
“Alright.”
True Master Guang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, accompanying him over the threshold, and they both disappeared into thin air.
*
Serene Snow Garden.
The young men gathered around, gently chiding and fussing over Mu Fan, parting only deep into the night.
After Mu Fan saw off the guests, he exited the house, came to the well in the courtyard, removing his shirt, fetched a bucket of cold water, and poured it over his head.
“Splash.”
A bucket of water poured from head to toe, washing away the bloodstains on his body.
“It's chilly in late autumn, washing like this will give you a chill.”
Lin Qingluo drifted into the small courtyard like a wisp of smoke, gazing at him, brimming with disapproval.
“Sister, you haven't gone to bed yet?”
Mu Fan's hand holding the wooden bucket paused, a blush crept up into his ears, revealing a hint of embarrassment.
“I'll go to the kitchen to heat some water for you.”
Lin Qingluo threw the bucket into the well, fetched another bucket of water, and started heading towards the kitchen.
“I'll do it.”
Mu Fan wiped the water off his face and took the bucket from her, striding towards the kitchen.
Lin Qingluo glanced at the blood-stained clothes scattered on the ground, a faint sense of heartache welled up.
Forming the Fire Spirit Technique with her hand, she burnt the clothes to ashes.
*
Inside the kitchen, the firewood was lit, with the popping sounds warm the cold cabin and brought a hint of spring warmth.
“You really don't know how to look after yourself.”
Lin Qingluo took out a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off Mu Fan's face, couldn't help but grumble.
“It is okay, I am used to it.”
Mu Fan replied indifferently with a smile while taking the handkerchief to dry his hair.
“It's cold at night.”
Lin Qingluo poked his forehead, still unconvinced. “You'll easily catch a cold if you wash with cold water. How can you withstand Mo Yi's devilish training if you get sick?”
“Actually, Master isn't as harsh as you think.”
Mu Fan paused in drying his hair, felt the need to defend Mo Yi, “Compared to True Master Guang Qin, who has lost his lucidity, Master's combat actions are indeed quite gentle.”
“You.”
Lin Qingluo chuckled and poked him again, “You're usually so quiet, but you're pretty smooth when it comes to defending Mo Yi.”
“Master has taught me a lot.”
Mu Fan had a slight regret, “It's a pity that he can only stay in the Spirit Realm for a year.”
“When he's gone, you'll still have your sister. I'll train you.”
Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows playfully, saying with a smirk: “However, let's make it clear in advance that I won't go easy on you like Mo Yi. Don't complain about me being too harsh then.”
“Ahem, the hot water is ready.”
With a blush creeping up his ears, Mu Fan avoids his sister's teasing gaze, lifts the pot's lid, takes the kettle, and pours the hot water into the wooden bucket.
“Mu Fan.”
Suddenly, Lin Qingluo grabbed his hand, a touch of remorse on her face, “You suffered today due to me. I'm sorry for getting you involved.”
“Sister, I'm okay.”
Before she could finish, Mu Fan put down the kettle, hugged his sister, and comforted her instead.
“I know sister was very powerful in her previous life, with many admirers, and I don't mind. If someone wants to challenge me, let them come, I'm not scared of them.”
“Where did you hear that a lot of people were infatuated with your sister?”
Laughing, Lin Qingluo scolded with a huff, “Indeed, there will be people provoking you. But they aren't admirers, they're my enemies, and each will be more fierce than the next. You brought it on yourself, so bear with it.”
“Ahem.”
Mu Fan choked, instantly felt bitter, leaned his forehead against his sister's shoulder, pretending to be frightened, “So there will indeed be provocations, I was just joking, sister please save me.”
“I won't save you.”
Lin Qingluo laughed, patting his back, her eyes curving into crescents.
Chapter end
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