I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 307: Let me teach you step by step.

Fang Xiaoxiao's nonchalant words floated out of her mouth.

Hua Ruyan, who was originally grateful to Fang Xiaoxiao and harbored goodwill towards her, suddenly turned ashen-faced as a frostbitten eggplant, her gloom so deep it seemed to drip water.

Her once gentle gaze instantly froze into ice.

The gratitude in her eyes seemed to have been swept away by a gust of wind, replaced by a deep, icy dissatisfaction and disgust.

"Girl, you are so ungrateful! I, Hua Ruyan, was truly blind to have misjudged you!"

Hua Ruyan gritted her teeth and angrily squeezed out the words.

Before she finished speaking, she abruptly turned her head away, refusing to look at Fang Xiaoxiao again. Then, leading her servants, she hurriedly walked towards a corner of the dilapidated temple.

Her skirt swayed violently with her hurried steps, as if she didn't want to spend another second in the same space as Fang Xiaoxiao.

The scheming monk, seeing this scene, couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, but his face remained impassive.

He seized this excellent opportunity, put on a compassionate and merciful appearance, and slowly approached Hua Ruyan with seemingly steady but actually urgent steps.

"Please don't get angry, lady. It would be bad for your delicate health if you got upset."

The flower monk spoke softly, his voice seemingly filled with endless "concern," but in reality, it concealed cunning.

Hua Ruyan was filled with rage, like a burning fire.

Seeing the monk come to comfort her, she didn't think much of it because she was upset. She just thought that the monk was a kind and understanding person, so she unconsciously relaxed her guard.

Seeing that his scheme had succeeded, the Flower Monk continued to use his silver tongue.

"Your experience must have been quite frightening and you must have suffered a lot. I am willing to chant sutras and pray for your well-being, asking Buddha to bless you with peace, good fortune, and all your wishes fulfilled."

Hua Ruyan nodded slightly and said in a slightly tired voice.

"Then there's Master Lao."

At this moment, Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan, who were standing to the side, witnessed everything. Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph, this wicked monk is indeed up to no good, full of evil intentions!"

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes never left the Flower Monk. She turned slightly to the side, leaned closer to Pei Yan, and spoke in a very low but urgent voice.

"Pei Yan, do you know? That flowery monk is actually the bandit we encountered earlier. I have no mistake for him!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yan's handsome brows instantly furrowed into a deep "川" shape, his eyes revealing vigilance and seriousness as he responded.

"No wonder I always felt his eyes were wandering and his behavior was strange. In my opinion, we should strike first and subdue him directly to prevent him from having any more schemes or tricks. This way, we can ensure that nothing goes wrong and guarantee our safety."

Fang Xiaoxiao frowned, shook her head, and retorted.

"No, such a hasty action might alert him, or lead to unforeseen circumstances that could put us in even greater danger. Let's hold back for now, observe him quietly, see what he's planning, and wait for the right opportunity to strike."

The two exchanged words, neither willing to give in. Although their voices were deliberately lowered, their urgency and tension were still palpable.

Finally, Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lip lightly and said with a determined look in her eyes.

"How about this, we'll decide by playing a best-of-three game of Bee, and whoever wins will get to do what they say."

Pei Yan looked bewildered, his eyes wide, and asked in confusion.

"A little bee? What's that? I've never heard of it, and I certainly don't know how to play with it."

Fang Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly, rolled her eyes, and said with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Oh dear, how come you don't even know this! I'm so worried. Never mind, I'll teach you, I guarantee you'll learn!"

Fang Xiaoxiao coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and began to teach Pei Yan to play the game of two little bees.

“Pei Yan, listen carefully. First, let’s say together, ‘Two little bees, flying into the flower bushes.’ Remember, pronounce it clearly and accurately, without making a single mistake. Then, we’ll both throw our fists at the same time. The scissors represent the bees’ pincers, the rock is their head, and the paper is their wings. Got it?”

Fang Xiaoxiao patiently explained while looking at Pei Yan with expectant eyes.

Pei Yan nodded solemnly, but as soon as the game started, he encountered a series of problems.

They either recite the mantra as "Two little bees, flying into the grass," or they hesitate when throwing a punch and end up making a mistake.

"Oh dear, Pei Yan, it's a flowerbed, not a grassbed! How can you be so confused!"

Fang Xiaoxiao scolded him playfully, both amused and annoyed, and couldn't help but gently pat Pei Yan's shoulder.

Pei Yan scratched his head awkwardly, a blush rising on his face, and said shyly.

"I...I was nervous and misspoke."

In the following rounds, Pei Yan continued to make mistakes.

One moment she was using the stone as pliers, and the next she was using scissors when she should have used paper, making Fang Xiaoxiao so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

Fang Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly, bit her lip, and said as if she had made up her mind.

"Alright, I'll teach you step by step."

As she spoke, she reached out and took Pei Yan's hand.

The moment Fang Xiaoxiao's hand touched Pei Yan, Pei Yan felt an electric current run through his body. His heart suddenly raced, and his face turned as red as a ripe apple.

He dared not look Fang Xiaoxiao in the eye, his gaze darting away, and his breathing became rapid.

Fang Xiaoxiao was so focused on teaching Pei Yan that she didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Her hair gently brushed against Pei Yan's cheek, bringing a faint fragrance that made Pei Yan even more flustered.

Once, Fang Xiaoxiao was anxious to correct Pei Yan's punching posture, and her body unconsciously moved closer to Pei Yan, their foreheads almost touching. Pei Yan recoiled as if burned, and stammered.

"I...I know."

On another occasion, in order to remember the rules of punching, Pei Yan kept muttering them to himself, but his voice kept getting louder and louder.

Fang Xiaoxiao quickly covered his mouth, instantly closing the distance between them. Pei Yan could even feel Fang Xiaoxiao's warm breath, and his heart pounded even harder, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

During this hands-on teaching process, the two became increasingly intimate, and a subtle, ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread between them.

Under Fang Xiaoxiao's tutelage, Pei Yan not only failed to improve, but became increasingly confused, as if he were trapped in a fog from which he could not escape.

His eyes were dazed, and his hands and feet became unresponsive, making his originally simple punching movements incredibly awkward.