After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

The carriage traveled smoothly without any obstacles.

After bringing the two back, Yin Huaixi stepped off the carriage first, using a stool. She had already formed a physical reaction and wanted to turn around and help Sang Che, this "patient," off the carriage, but she was surprised to find that Sang Che was already standing next to her.

The drizzle was as fine as silk.

Sang Che turned around and noticed that Yin Huaixi was lost in thought for a moment. She moved closer to Yin Huaixi, took the oil-paper umbrella that Yi Yun handed over, and covered the two of them with it.

With his eyes full of affection, Sang Che lowered his voice and asked softly, "Huaixi, what's wrong?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Is there... something on my face?"

The warm breath touched her face, and Yin Huaixi subconsciously shook her head. She hurriedly looked away, lifted her foot, and stepped forward onto the bluestone surface.

"It's nothing... I just thought you recovered really quickly, you don't need my help anymore."

Her voice sounded muffled.

Like a butterfly that can't be chased away, Sang Che followed behind Yin Huaixi, her slender fingers gripping the bamboo umbrella handle, tilting it slightly.

To shield Yin Huaixi from the drizzle.

In the rain, the silver ornaments hanging on Sang Che's wrist jingled less cheerfully than usual, sounding slightly heavy.

It looks exactly like it…

The sound of Yin Huaixi's heart beating.

Sang Che: "Then, Huai Xi, you won't have to bother taking care of me, right?"

Sensing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit off, Yiyun and Acai didn't follow them. Instead, they quietly and tactfully stayed behind them and followed along.

The rain wasn't heavy, and Yin Huaixi could have easily walked quickly to get rid of the clingy "tail" behind her. But even though that was what she was thinking, her steps involuntarily slowed down as she waited for Sang Che to get closer to her.

Yin Huaixi: "When did I say I couldn't say? When your injury heals, probably no one will be happier than me. That way, I won't have to take care of you day and night and not even be able to sleep peacefully."

Hearing her defiant words, Sang Che caught up with Yin Huaixi's slowed pace and walked alongside her.

Sang Che: "That's inappropriate."

"I suddenly realized that I still have some back pain, restlessness, and coldness in my body. Huaixi, my injuries haven't fully healed yet."

"Would you have pity on me?"

Knowing that her words were a bluff, Yin Huaixi was surprisingly not angry. With her back to Sang Che, she smiled slightly with her eyes narrowed, where Sang Che couldn't notice.

Yin Huaixi: "You shameless scoundrel."

Having long been accustomed to Yin Huaixi's rhetoric, Sang Che never fails to make a shocking statement.

Sang Che: "So what?"

Yin Huaixi was forced to look up at Sang Che. The two of them had already arrived under the eaves. Raindrops fell "drip, drip" down the blue tiles and hit the cracks in the stone bricks.

Originally with her hands behind her back, Yin Huaixi adopted the attitude of a "teacher" and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the soft flesh of Sang Che's cheek.

With a gentle twist.

As the Miao people in the courtyard gasped and hurriedly moved away, Yin Huaixi showed no intention of backing down.

She said, "Ah Che, you're such a grown man, don't you feel ashamed?"

Sang Che handed the umbrella to Yi Yun, who arrived late. Her hands were damp with water droplets, and she pressed her warm palm against the back of Yin Huaixi's hand as she leaned in.

Strands of hair clung to her face, and her dark braids swayed in the wind. Sang Che looked at Yin Huaixi and said with utmost seriousness, "I'll only be your shameless puppy, okay?"

"I'm shameless only towards you."

I rarely give other people a second glance.

That's a rather sour remark!

Yiyun shook off the water droplets from her oil-paper umbrella, shook her head, and sighed as she thought this.

Is there any hope for the saintess now?

Yin Huaixi, who should have immediately withdrawn her hand to show that she wasn't buying Sang Che's act, was a beat too slow. She was only brought back to her senses when she heard the sound coming from Yi Yun's side.

Yin Huaixi crossed her arms in front of her chest, drew a big "X", and said righteously, "Suit yourself. If that's how you want to think, I can't stop you."

"I'm a decent person."

Yiyun and Acai, standing nearby, were speechless.

They're about even, more like the same thing!

...

The weather is cold.

The stove inside the house was already heated.

Sang Che was pushed into the bath by a maid to prepare for a medicinal bath. Yin Huaixi said she wanted to rest for a while and did not follow.

The maid reached out to unbutton Sang Che's clothes, but Sang Che politely declined.

"You may all step back; I can do it myself."

Her gaze had never been so clear. Sang Che no longer needed anyone. She reached out and stared at the action of unbuttoning her clothes, but in her mind she wondered if Huai Xi could also appreciate her flawless beauty like this if she came in.

My heart has never been tormented like this before.

Sang Che stepped into the medicinal bath with his long legs. This was the first time he had ever done so, and he felt the temperature of the water.

It's hot...but it's comfortable.

Even the babbling water sounded like the sound of people snuggling together at night.

Sang Che slowly sat down and closed his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, a colorful butterfly flew in and landed on Sang Che's snow-white shoulder, its antennae trembling.

With his eyes open, Sang Che stretched out his fingertip, and the butterfly obediently landed on it.

"You mean... Ah Shui is in the imperial city now? His life is safe, but there are no Gu worms around him?"

This was pretty much what Sang Che had guessed; Jia Wan had saved that person from her hands back then.

Whether this "feeling" is good or bad, that person should not be willing to kill Jiawan, whose mind is pure and without impurities.

However, just because his life is not in danger does not mean that person will let Ah Shui off the hook.

The butterfly slowly fluttered its wings.

Worried that it would be submerged in the steam, Sang Che moved his arm away and placed it on the edge of the bathtub.

"I know the details, good boy. Keep an eye on things, but don't follow too closely. Protect your own life first."

With a slight upward flick of the index finger, the colorful butterfly obediently flew back along the same path.

Just then, the wooden door to the bathhouse was pushed open, and Yin Huaixi, who had already changed into a robe and was familiar with the place, walked in.

If she weren't so dirty, Yin Huaixi would have really fallen asleep, but remembering that Sang Che was still in the bath, she subconsciously leaned closer, thinking of bathing together.

As soon as she entered, Yin Huaixi saw the butterfly leave Sang Che's fingertips.

She sensed something was wrong.

She hurriedly stepped into the bath, ignoring the splashing water, and Yin Huaixi waded through the water to reach Sang Che.

"Ah Che, what did you just say to it...?"

Eager to know the answer, Yin Huaixi ignored the extremely close distance between them. Her clothes were already soaked, clinging damply to her skin, barely visible.

Sang Che's calves were pressed down, and a tingling and numb sensation came from them, but she did not push away Yin Huaixi's inappropriate approach.

On the contrary, they enjoy this kind of "encroachment".

Seeing Sang Che looking up at her with a bewildered and ignorant expression, Yin Huaixi was furious.

This guy must have been secretly sending her "little butterfly" to gather information that no one else knew behind her back.

The only person who could make Sang Che, that heartless man, think so much about her is probably Jia Wan.

"Let me guess, Ah Che... you're going to say again that you'll give me whatever I want, right?"

With her palm pressed against Sang Che's neck, where water droplets were constantly dripping down, Yin Huaixi felt the beating of Sang Che's pulse.

She lay face down, completely pressing down on Sang Che.

Pushing aside Sang Che's damp hair with his thumb, Yin Huaixi whispered seductively in her ear, "Then come and get whatever you want yourself..."