Let the villain go - chapter 102

Although Ye Peitian had quickly put on his mask and sat upright before the door opened, Gao Yan, an experienced veteran in this area, knew at a glance what had just happened between the two.

“Ah, sorry, I bothered you. You continue,” she slammed the door shut again.　

Chu Qianxun remembered that when she left, she asked Gao Yan to take care of the potted plants on the window sill and gave her the key to her house.

She got up and went out to open the door, and invited Gao Yan to sit at the table with a smile, and added a pair of tableware.

“This is Lin Fei,” she introduced Ye Peitian to Gao Yan.

“This is Gao Yan, Sister Yan, my best friend,” Ye Peitian also introduced her friend.

Ye Peitian straightened his back and sat upright, “Sister Yan, I often hear Qianxun mention you.”

Gao Yan didn’t reply immediately. She looked sideways and carefully at Ye Peitian from head to toe.　　

This man wore a mask that masked his appearance, but this was nothing. In the troubled world, many people had suffered injuries on their faces during battles, and some people liked to wear masks for some special reasons. 

It was just that Qianxun, who had always been very indifferent to men, suddenly disappeared silently for half a month, and then brought this man to the house intimately. She willingly spent so much to prepare such a sumptuous dinner. So Gao Yan inevitably got vigilant.

She sat next to Chu Qianxun and glanced at her, “Boyfriend?”

Chu Qianxun made a rare shyful expression, and finally gave a positive answer with a smile.　

When she asked that, she could clearly feel that Ye Peitian, who was sitting straight, was relieved, and even his tight shoulders were obviously relaxed.

“Boyfriend, is he?” Gao Yan picked up the chopsticks and ate with Chu Qianxun.

“The girl lives in this building, but she is a famous beauty. The people who chased her iare lined from this room all the way to the city gate. Since she picked you, you have to treat her well.”

She quietly asked Chu Qianxun again, “Right, what level saints is he?”　　

“He… well, level six,” Chu Qianxun thought for a while and gave a suitable answer.

In the Spring City, Tier 7 and above could be regarded as powerful, and the new city lord Jiang Xiaojie had only just reached Tier 8.

Even so, she bluffed to Gao Yan. 

“If you dare to bully Qianxun, you won’t have any good fruit to eat.”　

“Yes, I can never bully Qianxun,” Ye Peitian said gently.

Looking at Ye Peitian’s strong ability and good attitude, Gao Yan was temporarily satisfied, and began to restore her nature and grabbed the food in the pot.

When Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian eat together, she usually pretends to be proper. When it came to Gao Yan, a comrade who lived with her, she was instantly exposed, and took out the momentum of grabbing food on the battlefield. The chopsticks in the hands of the two almost turned into long swords on the battlefield. 

Chu Qianxun got her own, but also helped to grab Ye Peitian’s share, “Sister Yan, you take it easy. Lin Fei is here for the first time.”　

Gao Yan freed her hand and pinched her arm, “Will you turn your head away so quickly?”

The hot pot meal was eaten lively. Ye Peitian naturally rolled up his sleeves, picked up the chopsticks, and washed them down in the common sink below.　　

Two women who had enough wine and food were resting at the table.

Ye Peitian’s figure had just disappeared from the door, and Gao Yan’s gossip mind awakened. She rolled over to Chu Qianxun and said, “Okay! I thought that you are innocent, and don’t get close to men, so I didn’t think you’d get a boyfriend.”　

Chu Qianxun: “How is he?”

Gao Yan glanced at her, “Honestly, does he taste good?”

Chu Qianxun rolled her eyes and smiled　

After the advent of the demons, everything in life became much more difficult. But women’s social status was actually much higher than that of the golden age.

There was no distinction between men and women. Women could reach the same height as men on the battlefield as long as they wanted. Correspondingly, the weak people of equal rank, regardless of gender, may become a tool for high-order venting.