The tear-shaped mole under her right eye was striking, adding a touch of seductive charm like a fairy.
But in the way her brows and eyes moved, there was allure, sure, but also a hint of something more worldly, making her seem more human.
“Flower Master?” Seeing Qin Xiangyi spacing out, the flower servant called out to her again.
Qin Xiangyi snapped back to reality and continued speaking to her with her mind, “You heard my conversation with Shaoyao just now, right?”
The flower servant nodded, a faint smile on her lips, though it was unclear what she was smiling about.
Qin Xiangyi was gradually getting used to the flower servant’s personality, guessing she was probably imagining something weird again, and went on to explain what she needed her to do.
“I want you to use your own methods to find some clues, see what this Jing Shuxuan actually likes.
Otherwise, I have no way to come up with a reason to ask for two kisses, to boost your labor productivity.” Qin Xiangyi laid out her thoughts, and the flower servant’s smile grew even wider.
“Labor productivity? That’s a funny way to put it.”
“After all, the number of flower people determines the strength of the Flower God, and also the size of the Flower God Ring’s space.” Of course, this was all just part of the setting; Qin Xiangyi was just copying it over.
She just wanted to make sure she used all the stuff she’d written in the early stages, so she wouldn’t have to say goodbye to this world after just a few chapters in Paradise City.
“Flower Master really understands us.” The flower servant smiled, but this time the smile faded.
She moved closer and sat on Qin Xiangyi’s lap, wrapping an arm around her neck.
Qin Xiangyi was scared out of her wits—Jing Shuxuan was still sitting right there, and the flower servant was actually getting handsy.
Even though she’d given the flower servant the role of a seasoned flirt, it still felt like she was using her enthusiasm on the wrong person.
“Flower servant, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, really.
I just hope next time you can say ‘us’ instead of ‘you all.’ It sounds so distant, it makes me a little sad.” The flower servant’s tone was tinged with disappointment.
If it were anyone else, they’d probably want to punish her, but for Qin Xiangyi, it was just too much.
With Jing Shuxuan in front and the flower servant throwing herself at her from behind, a life this full of romantic prospects—no matter the gender, no one could resist.
Especially since the flower servant was doing this on purpose, Qin Xiangyi went stiff all over.
The flower servant lowered her head to look at the Flower God Ring and continued, “Lord Huang Quan, did you see that? If you do this, no one could hold themselves back.”
Qin Xiangyi froze, thinking the flower servant was just a thirsty flirt who swung both ways, but now she realized the flower servant was just demonstrating, trying to teach the passive Flower God Huang Quan a few tricks.
But then she quickly felt something was off.
“Wait, you said no one could hold themselves back?” Qin Xiangyi was a little riled up by that phrase.
She was just an ordinary person—how could she possibly compete with this ancient flower servant?
“Hehehe, whoever answers is the one…” As she spoke, the flower servant had already left, walking through the wall into Jing Shuxuan’s room.
Qin Xiangyi was annoyed and glanced over a few more times, only to feel Jing Shuxuan beside her suddenly stir.
“Xiao Yi, are you tired? You keep looking around.” Jing Shuxuan asked about Qin Xiangyi’s wandering gaze, not knowing she’d just been sparring with the flower servant and was now sweating all over—not from excitement, but from being scared half to death.
Flower people might be beautiful, but they’re all prickly.
If you act rashly before you’ve built up enough favor, at best you’ll lose a hand or a leg, at worst you’ll lose your life.
Sorry as it was, this was just one of Qin Xiangyi the author’s twisted little quirks.
She thought things were too easy otherwise, so she gave every flower person a “kitchen knife” trait.
If you accidentally hit the wrong nerve, the flower person would chop the Flower Master into a cripple.
Because of this, Qin Xiangyi set up both the Flower God Ring and the system as double cheats, but right now the system was still in its dumbest phase, acting like a flower fairy tracker every day and basically useless.
“Sigh…” Qin Xiangyi let out a sigh, suddenly remembering she hadn’t answered Jing Shuxuan’s question.
She quickly forced a smile and said, “Sister Xuan, I’m just worried about my future.”
That was exactly how Qin Xiangyi felt—she was really worried about whether she could handle the cutthroat life in Paradise City.
Jing Shuxuan seemed moved, taking her hand with a rather sad expression.
“Sorry, I can’t help at all.”
The sadness was triggered.
Even if they didn’t talk about it, facts were facts, and nothing could change them.
The mood grew heavy.
Qin Xiangyi was trying to figure out how to bring up the kissing thing when Jing Shuxuan suddenly reached out and gripped her hand tightly, saying seriously, “But I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
Qin Xiangyi looked at Jing Shuxuan, this total stranger, and suddenly felt a little guilty.
She put aside her plans to trick Jing Shuxuan for now and focused on fleshing out her own character.
“It’s okay, Sister Xuan.
I’m the one who messed up Qin Wangzi so badly—what are you going to do as his fiancée?” Jing Shuxuan pressed her lips together, clearly thinking of something sad, but then managed a smile.
That smile seemed to say they were both in the same boat, but Jing Shuxuan didn’t blame Qin Xiangyi at all.
She even chose to help her, which just showed how much of a jerk she’d made Qin Wangzi out to be as a villain.
The mood went quiet again.
The TV was still playing the news, but no one was watching… Time passed quickly, and around six o’clock, Jing Shuxuan turned off the TV and said to Qin Xiangyi, “Come on, let’s go out to eat.”
It was still late August, the weather hot.
Jing Shuxuan was dressed casually in a simple shirt and denim shorts, showing off her beautiful legs without reservation.
By comparison, Qin Xiangyi looked much plainer, with a scholarly vibe.
With her glasses adding to the low-key effect, she looked just like any ordinary high school student.
Jing Shuxuan drew the attention of all the men around, especially with Qin Xiangyi as a contrast.
They walked down the pedestrian street, looking at all the brightly lit shops, searching for a place to eat dinner.
“Have you decided what you want to eat?” After about half an hour of wandering, Jing Shuxuan asked Qin Xiangyi what she wanted.
Qin Xiangyi was still a bit hesitant.
She wasn’t familiar with Ocean City, didn’t know what the original Qin Xiangyi liked to eat, and was worried Jing Shuxuan might know her predecessor’s preferences.
But after wandering for so long, she had to give an answer.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Xiangyi pointed to a barbecue place not far away and said, “Let’s have barbecue.”
Jing Shuxuan looked a little surprised, and just from that expression, Qin Xiangyi knew she’d broken character.
