I Want to Slack Off at the Demon Bureau

Chapter 57: 057

Chapter 57The cafeteria food remained delicious and tempting, but Chu Zhishui had something weighing on her mind. She couldn't bring herself to eat, feeling uncomfortable sitting next to Xin Yunmao. She just wanted to finish the meal quickly so she could find time to

Chu Zhishui held her cake fork, staring in surprise: "Are you at your own home? You're completely ignoring your appearance."

"The temple is like home," Xin Yunmao turned to look at her, "Didn't you know?"

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Chu Zhishui quipped: "I don't see any gods or Buddhas in the temple being so disheveled. Weren't you the one who used to complain about being looked at?"

He replied carelessly: "Haven't you seen the Maitreya Buddha?"

It was clear he had truly relaxed; now he was saying whatever came to mind, and if left unchecked, he might really get out of hand.

"Maitreya Buddha wears even less than you. Are you planning to follow his example?" Chu Zhishui responded expressionlessly to his repeated retorts, then urged, "Well, go ahead then, keep undressing."

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Sure enough, Xin Yunmao, who had been nonchalant moments ago, sat up startled upon hearing this. His ears burning red, he turned to glare at her while hastily fixing his clothes. He seemed to want to rebuke her for her audacity, but in the end, he only pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

From his ears to the exposed skin at his collar, a pink flush spread, completely betraying his inner agitation and unease. Clearly, her words had left him stunned.

Chu Zhishui had recently noticed him becoming increasingly informal, but this old-fashioned bamboo spirit obviously still had some principles: he would completely lose his composure when faced with modern playful teasing.

Aliali: 674546a8c4f3f33ac44c92acThese past few days, she had been walking on eggshells around him because of the stamen and pistil incident, but seeing him now flustered with embarrassment suddenly made her relax. She deliberately teased: "Let me braid your hair."

His black hair was of excellent quality, perfect for braiding.

"No." Xin Yunmao flatly refused, gathering up all his hair and even putting on his jade crown, afraid she might actually try.

Now he had returned to his proper, dignified divine lord appearance, no longer daring to show any casual demeanor, fearing his devotees might treat him like a doll to play with.

Finding his reaction amusing, Chu Zhishui continued to tease him: "I've just finished my cake and have nothing else to do. Let's play around a bit."

Hearing this, Xin Yunmao furrowed his brows, seemingly embarrassed and shocked: "When you're free, you want to play with my body!?"

Now that she was well-fed, why was she acting like a spoiled noble, thinking up ways to torment a spirit?

Chu Zhishui choked on her words, her face instantly heating up: "I meant playing with your hair, not your body. Don't twist my words!"

"What's the difference?" he gazed at her with deep eyes, saying softly, "Either. Way. You're. Playing. With. Me."

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