It seemed Huajian had been a little corrupted by Wanhuagu after all. Look, now she was saying things like this.
“I know, but the problem really lies with you.”
Huajian reached out and pinched Qian Feixue’s little cheek, not bothering to turn back as she spoke to Linglong.
“You’re putting too much pressure on her. She can’t handle it.”
Linglong tilted her head. She hadn’t done anything at all.
During these past two weeks, she hadn’t even used her intimidating form. How could this still make Qian Feixue’s stress level explode?
If Qian Feixue knew about Huajian’s explanation, she would definitely be nodding frantically in her heart.
A suffocating sense of safety!
After more than half a month of breathing in the fragrance of flowers, Qian Feixue’s mental state had been enduring intense stimulation all these days.
She even felt as if she had entered a state of utter desirelessness. Everything in the world had lost its meaning to her eyes.
This feeling was too peaceful.
A wave of irresistible fatigue surged from the depths of Qian Feixue’s heart, and the next moment, her vision went black and she completely lost consciousness.
Huajian placed the now-asleep Qian Feixue on her own lap, then turned to Linglong, whose expression was full of disbelief, and explained the meaning behind her earlier words.
“She’s your little fan—a hardcore one. Now that you’re living here, she has to keep herself on edge, afraid to show you her embarrassing side.”
“One or two days is fine, but after more than ten days, how can she, a little Spiritualist, keep it up?”
Linglong knew that Qian Feixue admired her greatly, but she hadn’t realized just how deep that admiration ran.
Only when Huajian pointed it out today did she become aware of how high her status was in Qian Feixue’s heart.
“So what are you doing now…”
“Let her rest properly for a while, or she might actually drop dead here.” Huajian made it sound like this should be obvious.
“But you misunderstood what I meant.”
Linglong was asking why Huajian had hugged Qian Feixue so intimately just now, and why she was now giving Qian Feixue a lap pillow.
Your main love interest is standing right in front of you. Would a certain flighty miss kindly pay attention to her own actions?
“Ahem, only when she’s by my side can Qian Feixue get the best effect. Besides, you know my relationship with her. Why are you jealous of her?” Huajian quickly explained.
She really had no interest in that little girl.
In her eyes, the kid was at most a mischievous little sister, no different from Caidie, not a woman she liked.
That said, wasn’t Linglong a little narrow-minded? She seemed to get jealous over weird things all the time.
“Back to the point. My method treats the symptoms, not the root. To solve this problem, you’ll need to make an effort, Linglong.”
Linglong gave Huajian a long, deep look before reluctantly accepting her explanation.
“What should I do?”
“Right now, she worships you too much. You have to lower her level of admiration. The best way is to let her see that you’re not perfect—let her know you’re not a fairy, but an ordinary person just like her, just like us.”
“What exactly should I do?”
Huajian tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then asked hesitantly, “Do you have any flaws?”
“Just pretending won’t work. Qian Feixue has to see Linglong truly fall from her pedestal.”
Linglong began to think about her own flaws. Soon, she shook her head.
“I don’t seem to have any flaws.”
Looking at Linglong’s expression, she seemed to genuinely believe that.
“Pride and arrogance are also flaws. I’ve already found one.” Huajian held up one finger.
The next second, that finger became two. “And you’re narrow-minded and jealous—that’s another one.”
“Are there more flaws? I can easily pick out two for you.”
But these flaws still felt too minor. They wouldn’t be enough to destroy Linglong’s golden body in Qian Feixue’s heart.
What to do?
Maybe change the approach—make it so Qian Feixue doesn’t have to put on such a front in front of Linglong? Huajian looked down at Qian Feixue, thinking to herself.
“Have you ever been to her room?”
“No. Every time I get close to her room, she acts very nervous, so I’ve never gone in.”
“Then let’s go. We’ll take her back to her room.”
Linglong blinked, not understanding what Huajian was up to.
How had the topic suddenly jumped like this?
“Her nerves are wound that tight, which means she wants to show you her best side. But once you’ve seen her worst side, she’ll probably feel that acting is meaningless, and she won’t be so tense anymore.”
Huajian used her Spiritual Power to levitate Qian Feixue and gently lifted her up.
“Perfect. Now we have an absolutely reasonable excuse to enter her room.”
A good friend collapses from overwork. I, Huajian, as Qian Feixue’s closest companion, taking her back to her room—no problem, right?
Linglong, as Qian Feixue’s idol, worrying about her little fan’s safety and following along—no problem either, right?
Since there’s no problem, let’s do it!
Linglong thought for two seconds and decided Huajian’s reasoning was sound. She followed Huajian toward Qian Feixue’s room.
Although Qian Feixue was very worried about others entering her room, the door wasn’t locked.
Huajian gently pushed it open with her vines, and the door swung open silently.
The Miss of Qian Clan’s room wasn’t too large or luxurious. The various items, to Huajian, didn’t seem particularly shocking.
But the moment Huajian had seen the Red Flower Building sitting on the floor and blurted out that exclamation, it had now proven absolutely true.
So Huajian!
Portraits of Huajian hung on the walls, a life-sized body pillow lay on the bed, and there were notebooks featuring Huajian on the desk.
Everywhere, there were her related merchandise.
Everything in the room, just by looking at the traces left on the human puppet, this was absolutely a shrine for worship.
“Wow, I treated her so well, yet she hangs my portrait up there!”
Staring at the cute portrait she had no idea where it came from, Huajian felt her kindness was being repaid with ingratitude!
“Sticking needles into her puppet is also a curse—this is witchcraft!”
“All these Huajian portraits and merchandise here… if this room wasn’t set up by Huajian’s biggest fan, I wouldn’t believe it.”
Qian Feixue’s temper, when she got wronged by Huajian in daily life, had to be vented by taking it out on these wooden puppets.
“That’s because the one hanging on the puppet head isn’t you. You’re the one hanging on the wall.” Huajian rolled her eyes as she took off Qian Feixue’s shoes and stuffed her into the bed.
She didn’t take off her clothes—there had to be a sense of propriety.
After doing all that, she turned her head and looked at the various Linglong merchandise in Qian Feixue’s room.
Compared to the ones placed outside, these were a bit more risqué, but not to the point of being indecent.
These days, people with those kinds of thoughts about Linglong were still rare. Most people, like Qian Feixue, simply admired Linglong.
The portraits hanging up were all of Linglong looking heroic and majestic.
There were even a few… eh, Linglong defeating the Sorceress?
Huajian, once again used as a background prop, covered her face. She hadn’t expected there to be a crossover merchandise of her and Linglong like this.
Compared to these poster-like things, the pile of white-haired little dolls beside Qian Feixue’s bed might be the real secret she wanted to hide.
These dolls were exquisitely made, but their clothing and appearances varied.
Some were handsome chivalrous Linglong, some were gentle physician Linglong.
The proportions also varied—some were half-body, some were ordinary like the Little Dragon Girl. But without exception, these dolls were all exquisitely detailed.
“These dolls seem to be her own work. Look, over there on the table, there’s leftover material.” Linglong had also discovered some clues.
It seemed that Qian Feixue’s love for Linglong had truly reached a terrifying level—she could even make her own dolls.
“Alright, you stay here and take good care of her. I’ll go prepare a little surprise for her.” Huajian stood up from beside Qian Feixue and said to Linglong.
“Me?”
“Of course, you. That way, when she wakes up, she’ll immediately realize that everything she wanted to hide is completely exposed… Oh, and when she’s about to wake up, it’d be best if you’re playing with these dolls in your hands. That’ll make it even more obvious.”
Linglong looked at Huajian with a very complicated gaze. She felt like this might scare Qian Feixue to death.
For the sake of the child’s mental health, she’d better not do that.
…
That night, Qian Feixue slept very soundly.
She had a wonderful dream. She dreamed that she was wrapped in a gentle cloud, floating in the sky, and all her worries dissipated like smoke among the clouds.
Until gravity slowly pulled her back to the ground, and her blank mind slowly regained itself.
“I remember I was…” Eh? Qian Feixue, slowly coming to, recalled what happened before she fell asleep.
Had she collapsed right in front of Saintess Linglong?
Wuwu, how embarrassing. Saintess must really look down on me now. She’ll mock my incompetence, and then… The confusion in her eyes vanished without a trace.
The white-haired, golden-eyed girl sat upright by her bed, holding a cute little doll in both hands, examining and playing with it seriously.
That doll looked very much like the girl herself—as if they were carved from the same mold…
Haha, isn’t that obvious? The original form of this puppet is this very girl!
“L-L-Linglong Saintess?!” Qian Feixue’s voice turned shrill.
If she wasn’t mistaken, and the world wasn’t broken, then the secret she had always tried to hide had definitely been completely exposed!
The entire room was evidence. She was absolutely going to be hated by Saintess Linglong now!