Chapter 667: Poseixi's Desire to Nurture

"What's wrong?"

A fair, jade-like hand waved before his eyes, leaving behind faint shadows.

Qin Jian had not yet come back to his senses: "Huh? What?"

"What are you daydreaming about?" Poseixi smiled very gently.

Qin Jian returned to his senses, reached out to grab her hand, shook his head, and smiled: "Sister's technique and voice are truly superb; I couldn't help but lose myself in them..."

Poseixi lowered her head and smoothed the hair by her ear: "It's nothing. No matter who spends a few years studying it, their technique wouldn't be bad."

Qin Jian's eyes flickered: "Then can you learn another musical instrument?"

"Learn another one?"

Poseixi glanced at him: "To tell you the truth, in those few years, I should have finished learning all the musical instruments."

Qin Jian almost choked: "Other people spend years learning one instrument, and you finished learning all of them?"

Poseixi smiled slightly: "Qin Jian, you should know that learning is the simplest thing. The hardest part is actually creating. Even though I know many instruments, it is still very difficult for me to create pleasant songs. That requires too much talent—artistic talent."

"That is true; art needs and relies on talent the most." Qin Jian nodded.

"Swish."

He pressed on his Soul Guidance Device gauntlet, and a seven-stringed zither appeared on his knees: "This is called a Guqin. It can be considered a high-difficulty version of the Guzheng I brought to this world a few years ago. I don't know if you can learn it."

"Guqin? Guzheng?"

Poseixi looked at the Guqin she had never seen before on his body, and her interest was clearly piqued.

"Yes, look, this is a Guzheng. It has 21 strings in total, which is much simpler compared to the Guqin, which requires playing 21 notes with only 7 strings."

Qin Jian took out the Guzheng to show her.

Poseixi curiously took it over, placed it on her lap, and plucked it lightly: "Ding-dong!"

"What an ethereal and deep timbre."

A flash of pleasant surprise crossed her eyes.

"That's not how you play this..."

Qin Jian suddenly leaned in beside her, and without a word, placed his hands over hers, gently plucking the Guzheng: "Look, the Guzheng is best suited for plucking at this two-inch position; the timbre can be brought out to its best."

Suddenly being embraced by him from behind, with both her hands grabbed and his warm breath spraying onto her cheek, Poseixi was a bit dazed.

Was he really teaching her how to play, or was he deliberately being ambiguous?

"Alright, I know how to play it now. Hurry up and go sit properly."

Taking advantage of Qin Jian slowing his movements, Poseixi hurriedly pulled her hands away and pushed him back.

But the next moment, the Guzheng on her lap was put away by Qin Jian, and that initial Guqin replaced the position of the Guzheng.

Qin Jian leaned in again without a hint of ulterior motive, reached out from both sides behind her, grabbed her hands, and pressed them onto the positions on the Guqin bit by bit.

"For the Guqin, I basically only have some theoretical knowledge. Whether you can learn this instrument or not depends on yourself."

The man's scent kept wafting over. Poseixi, who was half-embraced, slowly became somewhat soft, and almost subconsciously, she leaned back against him.

Qin Jian blinked.

He really hadn't intended to be deliberately ambiguous; he just wanted to teach her to understand the Guqin roughly, following the flow of the moment.

How did the beautiful sister suddenly throw herself into his arms?

Push her up to continue teaching?

How could that be possible!

Qin Jian retracted his hands slightly and slowly lifted them from the back of her hands.

Poseixi thought he was going to withdraw and leave, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Qin Jian's hands wrapped around her willow waist.

His warm palms pressed gently against her lower abdomen, transmitting heat inside, like staining, bit by bit, making her entire front body turn slightly hot.

"You..."

Poseixi leaned back against Qin Jian, turned her head, and her lips almost touched his cheek.

She hurriedly moved back and said with a hint of reproach: "Weren't you teaching me how to play this Guqin? Why are you suddenly like this?"

"Sister, how am I?"

The woman's breath was like orchids, spraying onto his cheek, the scent alluring.

Qin Jian tightened his grip on her willow waist without changing his expression, tilted his head slightly, and saw her crystal-clear earlobe right by his mouth.

He subconsciously wanted to take a bite; this was almost his instinct...

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, Na'er coughed in his mind in a milky, fierce way.

Qin Jian's leaning motion stiffened.

He knew Na'er was reminding him that it was time to advance the progress bar...

The next moment, he let go of the hands holding Poseixi, moved his body back, and simultaneously supported her fragrant shoulders with both hands to prevent her from falling.

"Alright, Sister, try it yourself." Qin Jian said with a straight face.

Poseixi looked back at him, seemingly not expecting him to suddenly step back.

"Phew..."

However, she wasn't used to such sudden ambiguity anyway, and at this moment, she also let out a big sigh of relief.

If Qin Jian had continued just now, she wasn't sure if she would have run away because she couldn't take it...

"Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong-dong..."

String instruments are always harder to learn the fewer strings they have. The Guqin only has seven strings, so it is not easy to get the hang of it quickly.

Fortunately, Poseixi was proficient in the Harp; although there were many fewer strings, there were, after all, commonalities...

Very quickly, Poseixi's performance already surpassed Qin Jian's own level.

About half an hour later, "Big Fish" was played out on the guqin.

"Your talent for musical instruments is too high..." Qin Jian sighed.

Poseixi smiled slightly: "What else do you want to hear?"

Qin Jian's spirits lifted: "There are many, the guqin pieces I want to hear are numerous..."

Heaven knows how many times he had recalled everything from his past life during those Ten Thousand Year.

Otherwise, with such distant memories, it would have been impossible for him to remember them until now.

Including these many cultural treasures, it has truly been a long time.

Following Qin Jian's slow humming, Poseixi gradually reproduced these zither pieces one by one.

The melodious zither sound drifted over the Sea within the Sea, lingering for a long time without ceasing.

Qin Jian closed his eyes to listen, and gradually, he felt his head slowly becoming heavy.

"Your zither music... has a mental influence..." he said dazedly.

"Mm," Poseixi responded softly: "Rest for a while, you seem very exhausted... From the moment you arrived at Sea God Island, I discovered you were very exhausted..."

The gentle words were like flowing water, quietly streaming into the depths of the Spirit, as if a mother's hand were stroking his head, making one relax.

"Thud."

Poseixi suddenly felt her shoulder sink, and turning her head slightly, she saw Qin Jian's head resting on her fragrant shoulder, his breathing gradually becoming heavy.

She couldn't help but smile slightly, the rhythm of her fingers plucking the zither strings gradually becoming calm, until after the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn, the zither sound completely vanished.

"Hum."

The guqin was put away by her.

She knelt in place, then carefully supported Qin Jian's head, letting him lie down slowly, just right so that his head rested on her lap.

Looking at this man sleeping soundly on her lap, the tenderness between Poseixi's brows grew even more intense.

She didn't know why either; for the person she had waited so long for, she felt no intense urge to possess, but instead a desire to cherish him...

(End of this chapter)