The white spectral figure slowly drifted to the bedside, looking down at the sleeping Xia Zhi.
His arms hugged the pillow, his body relaxed in sleep, a slight smile playing on his face, as if experiencing a pleasant dream.
Outwardly, he wasn't an exceptionally handso type, but his features were quite pleasing. His skin tone looked healthy, and his physique suggested he wasn't a potential custor for the Funeral Parlor...
She suddenly paused, realizing she was once again viewing him through the eyes of a forr Funeral Parlor director, and couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking her head.
Thanks to Mr. Xia's nightly incense burning, she had recovered most of her lost mories and ntal faculties, her personality becoming increasingly similar to her living self.
She continued observing, her gaze moving from his face downward. Through the collar of his sleepwear, she could faintly make out the muscle contours of his chest. While not extrely muscular, his build was well-proportioned, suggesting good physical fitness—not the type to be out of breath climbing stairs.
Even though his eyes were unseen, he seed to consciously maintain his physical condition.
As she thought this, her gaze drifted lower.
!!!
???
...
She glanced, her face turning slightly red, silently moving her gaze back up.
So energetic late at night...
Youth truly is full of vitality...
Co to think of it, Mr. Xia appears to be single, which explains such conditions...
So how did a single person write such storylines?
She daydread for a mont, then focused on Xia Zhi's hands beside the pillow.
Pale and slender, with distinct knuckles, neatly trimd nails, without a single scar—truly beautiful hands, more attractive than most won's.
She recalled Hu Tao ntioning that Mr. Xia knew massage, and these incenses seed to complent that service.
Such precious incenses must be re accompanints—his massage skills likely surpass his incense crafting.
What a pity she had no body. She wondered what it would feel like to be carefully massaged by these beautiful hands.
She stared at his hands for a while, then returned to the table to quietly absorb the incense.
The golden progress bar on her body slowly advanced with ti.
...
The next morning, Xia Zhi awoke from his dream, feeling his body brimming with strength.
Especially in certain areas.
The [Recovery Pill] truly lived up to its reputation of invigorating vitality. Even using just a portion to craft incense, its effects were remarkable.
Better not use it next ti.
Sitting at the bed's edge, he first massaged his head to alleviate the after-effects of dream wandering, then checked his inventory.
27 Twilight Mushrooms, 5 Sweet Dream Flowers, 1 Nightmare Fruit.
These were his night's harvest. Recycling them netted him 33 points.
Four points more than the previous night—partly due to good luck, partly improved gathering skills.
Excellent.
Xia Zhi stretched, stored the [Dream Realm Pillow], changed clothes, crafted several [Joy Incense] as baseline inco, then went downstairs to wash up.
Shenhe and Zhu Zi had already risen, one wiping the table with a cloth, the other mopping the floor, both looking serious.
"Good morning, Boss!"
"Good morning, Boss."
The two diligent girls greeted him as he appeared.
Xia Zhi nodded, smiling, "Good morning, both of you."
Zhu Zi wore a black silk uniform, looking youthful and vibrant.
Shenhe wore the sa black silk uniform, though it seed slightly small, stretching tightly in certain areas. He couldn't help wondering about the poor button's structural integrity.
He rembered Zhu Zi and Shenhe had ordered uniforms from the tailor just the day before yesterday, so Shenhe was likely wearing Zhu Zi's borrowed uniform.
Their heights were similar, but Shenhe was more mature, with a more developed figure. The uniform accentuated her physique, combined with her ethereal, frosty temperant, creating an alluringly cool aesthetic.
Who would have thought her figure could be so impressive, having only consud dicinal herbs with such unbalanced nutrition?
Hu Tao would surely doubt herself if she saw this.
Xia Zhi refocused, saying, "Let's go have breakfast."
Zhu Zi glanced at the door, "Boss, the shop isn't open yet."
"Hmm?"
"There are many custors queuing outside. The one at the front seems to have arrived before dawn. When I ca down, I could already hear people talking outside."
"Such enthusiasm... No matter, let's go."
"Okay."
Xia Zhi walked over and opened the door.
Indeed, a long queue stretched, almost reaching the Funeral Parlor's entrance.
Apparently, people were no longer afraid of the Funeral Parlor's inauspicious aura.
"Boss! Your shop is open today, right?"
"Yes."
"Great! I haven't had juice for two days. I can't eat well during the day or sleep at night. I'm almost wasting away!"
"My friend has a terminal illness. He's been hanging on for two days, just waiting for this juice!"
"...Custors, please be patient. The shop will open at the designated ti. Please wait."
"Don't worry! Boss, go have breakfast. We'll wait for you!"
"That's right!"
Xia Zhi smiled, leading Zhu Zi and Shenhe away, still hearing the queue's excited chatter about rainbow juice, with surprisingly little discussion about Shenhe.
Clearly, the people of Liyue had transcended base attractions.
"How are you feeling, Miss Shenhe?"
"What?"
"About that crowded scene just now. Are you uncomfortable?"
"It's fine."
"That's good. While we're here to serve custors, if anyone intentionally offends you, don't hesitate to tell . I'll deal with them."
"Mm."
Shenhe nodded while walking, her accompanying landscape seeming to tremble precariously.
Xia Zhi averted his gaze, privately marveling.
The uniform's buttons were truly of excellent quality.
That tailor shop was truly conscientious.
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