Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1209: This Barrier Can’t Hold You

Nie Jiuque’s absolute trust left Wen Xiao’ai at a loss for words.

Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t withstand his intense gaze and turned her head to the side.

Watching her actions, he smiled and sincerely said:

"You look beautiful today."

"This Princess has always been good-looking," Wen Xiao’ai muttered under her breath, her tone full of pride.

"But I don’t like you dressing like this for others, change out of it."

As Nie Jiuque spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a pink and white gown appeared out of thin air.

"Who cares about your likes?!" Wen Xiao’ai turned her head, rebuffing him in dissatisfaction.

She found him utterly baffling.

Nie Jiuque was speechless.

You once said, through all lifetimes, you would only wear the Phoenix Crown and Xiapei for me alone. Naturally, I don’t like, nor do I want, you wearing a wedding dress for someone else.

"Change out of it."

He repeated the phrase stubbornly.

In fact, Wen Xiao’ai didn’t like the outfit either, no matter how beautiful it was, she didn’t want to wear it.

She only wanted to wear the wedding dress Jun Moyan had prepared for her.

So even though she found Nie Jiuque’s words grating, Wen Xiao’ai still took the clothes from him, cradling them in her arms.

"I have something I need to handle now, so I must leave. This place is very safe; you don’t need to worry about anyone barging in. I set up a barrier here a thousand years ago; no one but me can open it."

Seeing the slight change in Wen Xiao’ai’s expression, Nie Jiuque guessed something,

and continued, "Don’t worry, the barrier won’t trap you. You can leave anytime you want."

"Is this barrier one-way, you can leave but can’t enter?"

"No, this barrier allows neither entry nor exit."

"Then why can I?" Wen Xiao’ai was confused.

"..." Nie Jiuque looked at her, silent for a moment, then did not answer.

Instead, he looked up at the sky full of purple, and with soft tones, sighed: "A thousand years, the fruits have finally grown, astonishingly, the wait was worth it."

In that moment, his eyes seemed to gather all of the world’s vicissitudes, just like after the brief interval of a white horse passing a gap, having experienced the vast seas and sediment of time.

Nie Jiuque looked at Wen Xiao’ai, and that look truly spanned a millennium.

Luckily, a thousand years ago it was them, and a thousand years later it was still them.

Nothing had changed.

Nie Jiuque slowly curled his lips into a smile, his face under the mask full of tenderness.

"Why are there so many Ziqiong Trees here?" Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but ask.

"Guess?"

He looked at her with eyes full of laughter.

Wen Xiao’ai pouted, "Don’t you have things to handle?"

Hearing this, Nie Jiuque did not answer, but stood up instead.

Then he looked up once again.

Seeing this, Wen Xiao’ai instinctively rose with the clothes in her arms to follow.

She saw Nie Jiuque stretch his hand upward, and a crystal-clear Ziqiong Fruit fell into his hand.

Gazing at the Ziqiong Fruit in his hand, he smiled and handed it to Wen Xiao’ai:

"You’ve been looking weary lately. These Ziqiong Fruits are just what you need to restore some Spiritual Energy. Remember to consume and refine them, not like before..."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

What do you mean by ’before’?

Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but suspect whether he could distinguish between her and the Immortal Shang Ying.

Nie Jiuque laughed awkwardly, "Nothing, I meant as long as you’re happy eating them, it doesn’t matter if you waste them; there’s plenty more."

"..."

Using Ziqiong Fruits wastefully, this person was indeed extravagant.

"Go on, take it."

Nie Jiuque moved the hand holding the Ziqiong Fruit closer to Wen Xiao’ai, his tone clear and bright, yet carrying a hint of mischievousness.

Just like a thousand years ago when he called her little girl.

"No, I don’t eat things from the Demon Clan."

"This isn’t from the Demon Clan."

These were planted for you.

They were planted by Nie Jiuque for Shang Ying, unrelated to anyone else.