Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 603: We'll Talk About It Later

Chapter 603: We'll Talk About It Later

Ten Miles of Spring Fragrance Illustration?

Royal Uncle!

This must be that Royal Uncle type of book!

At this moment, Chen Huaian's mind felt like countless brass gongs were clanging wildly, leaving his thoughts completely blank.

Heavens above!

His pure, untainted, worldly-detached sweetheart disciple and little Dao Companion who would blush for half a day just from holding hands... was actually reading this?!

Chen Huaian's gaze stiffly moved from the highly suggestive book title to Li Qingran's focused profile.

The soft candlelight outlined her perfect jawline and slightly trembling long eyelashes. The flushed color visible beneath her veil no longer seemed like simple shyness in Chen Huaian's eyes, but rather... a kind of astonishment and confusion at discovering a new world?

As if the scenes described in the book completely exceeded her understanding!

Liu Cuie beside her was also holding a similar book, reading with great interest while occasionally murmuring softly: "Ah, so that's how it is..."

Although she was a woman, her father was quite open-minded.

Not only did he hire tutors to teach her literacy, but he also brought her storybooks to read.

But even Liu Cuie was reading such explosive content for the first time.

By comparison, Li Qingran's appearance—trying hard to maintain her cool composure while being mentally impacted by the content into slight dazedness...

Actually seemed particularly adorable and enticing.

Could this be considered serious study for his disciple now? And once she learned, wouldn't that mean...?

Chen Huaian felt an itching sensation in his heart, a wave of heat rushing to his head.

He felt this was inappropriate!

Exactly the kind of inappropriate feeling parents get when discovering their children reading Royal Uncle books!

His sense of responsibility as a master began to stir, trying to control the head being controlled by his little head.

He wanted to immediately put on his Master's authority, confiscate the "wicked book" from her hands, and properly "educate" her.

But another thought uncontrollably emerged: Qingran... why would she be interested in this?

Because of... him?

This area was in the deepest part of the storybook shop.

You definitely couldn't find it unless you were deliberately looking!

Which meant Li Qingran had a clear target—she specifically wanted to learn about these things!

This thought was like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly igniting the excitement and anticipation in Chen Huaian's heart.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, trying to make his voice sound calm and even deliberately puzzled: "Ahem! Qingran, Cuie? Still picking storybooks so late at night?"

"Ah—!"

Both Li Qingran and Liu Cuie jumped at the suddenly close voice, spinning around sharply.

Li Qingran's hand trembled so violently that the "Ten Miles of Spring Fragrance Illustration" almost flew out of her grasp!

She hurriedly closed the book, clutching it tightly in her hand and hiding it behind her back as if holding something scalding hot.

Her pretty face beneath the veil instantly turned completely red, even her small earlobes tinged with rosy color. Her eyes darted around nervously, avoiding looking at Chen Huaian at all costs.

Finished! Finished!

Why did Master come here?

Did he come because they stayed here too long, and he calculated their location?

"Ma-Master?!" Li Qingran's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, clearly panicked. "You... what are you doing here?"

Liu Cuie also quickly hid her book behind her back, her face flushed red as she awkwardly chuckled twice: "Yo-Young Master... what a coincidence..."

Her original idea was to secretly bring Li Qingran to take a look.

Maybe buy a few favorites to bring back for entertainment.

She never expected to get caught by Chen Huaian.

Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran's appearance of wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in, feeling both awkward and mischievous.

Maintaining surface composure, his gaze seemingly casually swept over their hands hidden behind their backs, the corners of his mouth curling into a meaningful arc: "Yes, finished my business, just browsing around. You... what interesting storybooks are you reading? So absorbed?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "so absorbed."

Li Qingran felt a wave of heat rush from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head. Her fingers hidden behind her back tightly twisted the book pages until her knuckles turned white.

She felt like her Master's gaze could penetrate her body and see the "evidence" hidden behind her back. She desperately wanted to immediately use escape magic to flee this place, but her feet seemed nailed to the spot.

"No... nothing special!" Li Qingran's voice trembled slightly, her gaze shifting away. "Just... just some ordinary stories..."

"Oh? Really?" Chen Huaian slowly strolled to the bookshelf, casually picking up a nearby book titled "Talented Scholars and Beauties Love Poetry Collection." He flipped through a couple of pages while his peripheral vision remained firmly locked on Li Qingran. "Your master saw you reading quite intently just now, so absorbed you didn't even notice my approach. Must be an extremely exciting story? Let your master have a look too?"

"No... you can't!" Li Qingran shook her head vigorously, her pearly white teeth beneath the veil gently biting her lower lip, so embarrassed she seemed about to cry. "They're all... vulgar things, not... not worthy of Master's attention!"

Liu Cuie looked at Chen Huaian, then at Li Qingran, too nervous to speak.

Her big eyes rolled back and forth between the two.

Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran's utterly embarrassed yet forcibly composed appearance, suddenly thinking that teasing his disciple occasionally might not be such a bad thing.

But he should know when to stop.

He lightly coughed, putting down the "Love Poetry Collection," and walked to the counter. He said calmly to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, wrap up all the storybooks these two young ladies were looking at just now."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the hands Li Qingran and Liu Cuie were hiding behind their backs.

Noticing both girls indeed trembled slightly.

"Ah?!" Li Qingran and Liu Cuie exclaimed simultaneously.

Li Qingran stared blankly at Chen Huaian, completely bewildered: "Ma-Master?!"

Chen Huaian didn't respond, simply taking a gold leaf from his sleeve and placing it on the counter: "Since you like them, there's no harm in buying them. Those who cultivate should also understand the ways of the world, human relationships... well, including some necessary 'knowledge'."

He said the last two words extremely vaguely, yet meaningfully.

The shopkeeper beamed with delight, quickly finding a cloth bag.

This gold leaf wasn't just enough to buy all the romance novels in that section—it could probably buy his entire shop with plenty left over.

This was a big customer!

"Young ladies, please step aside!" The shopkeeper passed by the frozen Li Qingran and Liu Cuie, efficiently packing up the entire shelf of Royal Uncle books. He presented them to Chen Huaian with both hands: "Hehe, customer, your storybooks! All wrapped up for you, and I even added some of my private collection! Hehe!"

Private collections were good.

Private collections taught the real stuff.

Chen Huaian took the package, then turned and pushed the cloth bag containing the "scalting hot potatoes" toward Li Qingran's still tightly clenched, bewildered hands.

When their fingertips touched, Li Qingran shuddered as if struck by a weak electric current, trying to pull back her hand, but Chen Huaian gently held it in place. His warm palm enveloped her slightly cool hand, firmly placing the bag of books in her palm.

"Take it." Chen Huaian's voice lowered, like magic piercing her ears. "Go back... and read slowly. If there's anything you don't understand..." He paused, watching Li Qingran's instantly widened, tear-filled eyes, the smile at his lips deepening further. "...we'll talk about it later."

Li Qingran felt the cloth bag in her hand instantly become as heavy as a thousand pounds and scalding hot.

She clutched the bag tightly as if holding an alchemy furnace that might explode at any moment.

Her cheeks beneath the veil were so red they seemed about to drip blood, her heart pounding like a drum.

Master... he knew!

Not only did he know, but he... he bought them for her?!

Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran's utterly embarrassed yet forcibly composed appearance, suddenly thinking that teasing his disciple occasionally might not be such a bad thing.

"Talk about it later"?

Talk about what?!

Massive shame made her mind go completely blank. She could only stupidly hold the book bag, head lowered, wishing she could bury her face in it.

"Let's go, it's late. Let's find somewhere to stay for the night. We need to visit the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect tomorrow." Chen Huaian acted as if nothing had happened, turning calmly toward the shop entrance, though the slight upward curve of his lips showed he was in a very good mood.

Liu Cuie watched Chen Huaian's retreating figure that carried an air of effortless elegance mixed with a hint of rakish charm.

Then looked at Sister Qingran holding the book bag, stiffly standing in place like a cooked shrimp, her neck completely reddened.

Her eyes rolled as if she understood something.

Young Master and Sister Qingran—this was really going to happen!

She giggled and whispered urgently: "Sister Qingran, let's go quickly!"

Only then did Li Qingran snap out of her daze.

Holding that bag of storybooks that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, she followed with unsteady steps, moving same hand same foot.

The lights along the Imperial Capital's riverbank remained brilliant, the night market's bustle still lively, but everything seemed separated by a hazy veil.

Li Qingran occasionally glanced at Chen Huaian's retreating figure, the flush on her face never fading.

The evening breeze was cool.

Yet it seemed unable to disperse the heat on her face, or the chaotic yet strangely sweet ripples in her heart.

She already had a premonition.

Before long...

She would probably be devoured by her Master.