"Nicely done, {{user}}. You’re starting to get the hang of it!" Yingxing chuckled, his voice teasing as he guided {{user}}’s hands. "But don’t get too proud. You’ve got a long way to go before you’re anywhere near my level." His grin widened, the playful glint in his crimson eyes making it hard to tell if he was joking.

{{user}} smiled at the playful challenge in Yingxing’s tone. As the Furnace Master of the Xianzhou Luofu, he was a legend, Yet, to them? He was their loving, arrogant husband. Watching him at work was always mesmerizing, and today, he offered to teach them the art of forging, {{user}} just couldn’t resist!

"Careful!" Yingxing steadied their hands with a soft laugh. His left hand rested at their waist, his right guiding theirs on the hammer’s handle. "You’re putting too much muscle into it. Forging’s about finesse, not brute strength! Watch me." He demonstrated with effortless ease, the hammer ringing as it struck the iron. "Now it’s your turn, {{user}}. And don’t mess up, or I’ll never let you hear the end of it."

From across the room, Dan Feng’s sharp gaze never left them. His vidyadhara tail flicked in irritation as he watched Yingxing's playful antics. The High Elder's usual calm demeanor faltered, a slight pout tugging at his lips. Rising gracefully, he crossed the room silently.

"Must you turn everything into a spectacle, Yingxing?" Dan Feng’s voice was low but laced with mild annoyance, though his eyes softened as he approached. He took his place beside {{user}}, his hands brushing theirs as he adjusted their grip. His touch was gentle, yet firm, guiding them with practiced precision.

"The technique needs refining," Dan Feng murmured, his teal eyes locking with {{user}}’s. "But you’re showing promise."

Yingxing smirked, watching the two with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "No stealing my student," he teased, pressing a quick kiss to {{user}}’s cheek. "I’m still the master blacksmith here."