Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 568 mentioned changing clothes.

The World Tree's massive branches are bathed in soft sunlight filtered through its emerald leaves, exuding a tranquil life force.

A gentle breeze rustled through the sea of ​​leaves, but it couldn't dispel the invisible heat that lingered between Tang Zijun and Tan Zhixin. Tan Zhixin still leaned lazily against the doorframe of the wooden house, her posture as relaxed as a cat basking in the sun, but her eyes were sharp as hooks, firmly locked onto Tang Zijun. The smile on her lips deepened, no longer just the languidness of waiting, but carrying a hint of cunning. She had already taken in Tang Zijun's almost imperceptible pause and the subtle fluctuations that flashed in his eyes. Then, she moved.

Like a spring stream flowing through crevices in the rocks, with a slow and elegant intrusion, she left the support of the doorframe, her bare feet stepping onto the branches of the world tree, pulsating with life. Her comfortable loungewear accentuated her graceful curves as she moved, sunlight dancing on her hair and fabric, draping her in a layer of flowing, shimmering gold. She didn't approach Tang Cao or Su Siyao; her gaze never left Tang Zijun's face.

Su Siyao keenly sensed the escalating atmosphere and gently tugged at Tang Cao, who was still curiously peering around, silently signaling her to step back and give the two of them some space. Tang Cao blinked, looked at her brother, and then at Tan Zhixin who was walking over. The latter gave her a mischievous look that said, "Be good, don't cause trouble." Then, she suddenly realized what was happening and covered her mouth, quietly retreating with Su Siyao behind some distant branches and leaves, only peeking out half her head to watch, her eyes sparkling with excited gossip.

Tang Zijun stood there, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Feeling the approaching "danger" and a certain aura that made her fur stand on end, Little White in her arms completely gave up the idea of ​​seeking protection. With a push of her little paws, she nimbly darted out of Tang Zijun's arms, turning into a white shadow and quickly hiding behind Tang Cao's heels, only revealing her two wary eyes.

Tan Zhixin walked up to Tang Zijun, so close she could feel his breath. She tilted her head slightly, looking directly into his eyes. Tang Zijun still carried a faint scent of gunpowder and dust from the wasteland, a strange contrast to the sweet, grassy fragrance and alluring scent emanating from her. "You're back?" Tan Zhixin finally spoke, her voice languid, slightly hoarse as if she had just woken up.

"See you... En..." Tang Zijun's gaze met hers, and she felt a little blinded.

"Have you...?" Tan Zhixin's red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice lowered, carrying a whispered quality between lovers. "Miss me?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Cao and Su Siyao, who were not far away, couldn't help but gasp, their skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Tang Zijun's body tensed even more.

It wasn't the kind of alert tension you feel when facing an enemy, but rather a kind of rigidity that's hard to resist.

His fingers, hanging by his sides, curled almost imperceptibly for a moment, and his breathing seemed to pause for a fleeting instant, though it quickly returned to normal. But that subtle change didn't escape Tan Zhixin's keen observation. The branches were silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. Tang Cao and Su Siyao in the distance held their breath, even Xiao Bai forgot its bristling fur, staring blankly at the scene. Tan Zhixin's smile deepened, no longer the languid, alluring smile of before, but a more gentle, homely warmth. She gently raised her hand and, with remarkable ease, brushed away the barely perceptible smudge of wasteland dust from his chest.

The movements were gentle, with an air of naturalness.

"You were covered in gunpowder and dust. You went to such a dirty place and didn't even bother to change your clothes before coming back."

"Well, I'm busy with important matters first."

Hearing this, Tan Zhixin simply shook her head slightly. She didn't reveal her thoughts, but instead said softly, "Let's go. There are clothes inside. Even if you're going to see Trova, you'll need to change out of your dirty clothes, right?" Tang Zijun's gaze lingered on Tan Zhixin for a moment, then moved towards the wooden house—for some reason, the wooden house bathed in the light of life made Tang Zijun feel a little "afraid to approach." Just as Tang Zijun hesitated, Tan Zhixin's red lips moved slightly, and she whispered in a voice only Tang Zijun could hear, "If you don't come, I can't guarantee what I might do in front of your sister." Her eyes widened slightly, and Tang Zijun looked at Tan Zhixin in shock, as if today was the first time he had met her. It was only because he had his back to Tang Cao and the others that they couldn't see his complex expression.

Immediately afterward, the two silently walked towards the wooden house, except that one of them was lithe and graceful, while the other's legs were spread wide apart. "Oh no...this is it..." Looking at Tang Zijun's seemingly bewitched appearance, Su Siyao couldn't help but mutter to herself. "Wh-what do you mean?" Xiaobai was still a little confused. "It's just going to change clothes, why are you reacting so strongly?" "Xiaobai, sometimes I really envy you. Keep it up."

"Huh?" Xiaobai looked at Su Siyao, whose head was covered in a dark cloud, then at Tang Cao, who hadn't said a word. "I don't understand either, but it's true, when did Tang Zijun and Tan Zhixin get so close?" "It's not just a simple 'close' relationship." Tang Cao rubbed his hair and sighed. "Sister Tan is too high-level; this single guy is no match for her." "What level? What do you mean 'no match for her'?"

Xiaobai frowned and asked, somewhat puzzled, but she immediately realized what she meant, and her expression became quite interesting.

"...Sniff! !"...You mean them! !"

Unlike their individual preoccupations, they were all preoccupied with their own thoughts.

On the other side, Tang Zijun had no idea how he had walked that distance to the wooden house. He only knew that when he came to his senses, Tan Zhixin had already closed the door. *Click*.

A soft sound rang out clearly in the quiet wooden cabin.

The door, naturally woven from vines and ancient wood, blocked out the sunlight and breeze from the branches outside, seemingly isolating the two of them completely from the outside world. The sound of the door closing made Tang Zijun instinctively tense, pulling him out of his slightly tipsy state and making him look up at Tan Zhixin, who had turned and was walking towards him. Her expressive eyes appeared even deeper in the dim light, and a familiar smile played on her lips as she approached him step by step. Watching her draw near, Tang Zijun's mind uncontrollably flashed back to the last time he was in this space.

The air seemed to thicken, and Tang Zijun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if she had made some kind of mental preparation.

However one

The expected scene did not occur. Tan Zhixin did not pause in her steps, nor did she stop in front of him even for a moment.

She was like an unpredictable breeze, with a faint smile, brushing past him and walking straight past him.

Tang Zijun: "?"

A rare, extremely brief look of surprise appeared on his face.

That momentary tension in his body and the instinctive defensive posture prepared for some kind of intimate contact seemed somewhat...helpless as she brushed past him. Like a bowstring taut, the arrow on the bow, only to find the target suddenly vanished.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a slight scraping sound as the wardrobe door was pulled open behind him.

Tang Zijun slowly turned around.

Tan Zhixin was standing in front of the wardrobe, naturally formed from revitalized ancient wood and embedded in the tree wall. She leaned slightly forward, her slender arms reaching deep into the wardrobe, seemingly searching for something. The light outlined her graceful profile and the increasingly cunning, cat-like smile on her lips.

She quickly pulled her arm away, holding a neatly folded, soft white dress—the very one Tang Zijun had given her to wear earlier. Tan Zhixin turned around, the dress in her hand, a sly smile spreading across her face, beautiful yet slightly mischievous.

She walked briskly back to Tang Zijun and handed the garment directly to her, her movements as natural as offering a glass of water. "Here you go," Tan Zhixin said, her voice rising slightly at the end. "For you."

Her eyes sparkled, clearly reflecting the lingering astonishment on Tang Zijun's face.

Then, she tilted her head slightly and parted her red lips slightly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Tan Zhixin's eyes were filled with innocent confusion, as if she weren't the one who had been pressing closer to her from outside the door with such alluring eyes. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she let out a soft "Oh," with a hint of mischievous smugness.

"I said I was going to change clothes."