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

side said.

Sang Che burst into tears.

Her acting skills were so superb that Yin Huaixi felt inferior to her.

A tear clung to her long, dark eyelashes, and her pitiful appearance made it impossible to scold her.

Yin Huaixi fidgeted with the teacup, her fingers trembling, and she didn't dare look at Sang Che.

After all, it is she who feels guilty.

It's not Sang Che.

Yin Huaixi: "Alright, Sang Che, do you think this is interesting?"

"Did I ask you to serve me?"

"I don't care if you're Chen Wan or Sang Che."

"You're not allowed in my bed tonight, do you hear me?"

Yin Huaixi was too lazy to argue with Sang Che, and she felt that Sang Che definitely wouldn't listen to what she was saying right now.

To find a solution, we still need to consult the people of Miao territory.

Yin Huaixi planned to first write a letter to Zhao Huining, asking her to pass it on to Jiawan, and then have Jiawan ask the High Priest to verify whether Sang Che really didn't remember anything and had taken on a new identity.

Or was it done on purpose?

You'll know as soon as you ask.

After giving these instructions, Yin Huaixi went to bed on her own, ignoring Sang Che.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Yin Huaixi knew exactly what kind of temperament Sang Che had. If she could obediently listen to her, then the sun would rise in the west.

But we waited and waited.

When drowsiness finally overwhelmed Yin Huaixi, she still hadn't seen Sang Che get up and shamelessly insist on staying in her bed.

What's going on?

Yin Huaixi was filled with doubt and unease.

Has Sang Che, who has lost his memory, really changed his temperament and personality?

Startled awake from her deathbed dream, Yin Huaixi threw back the covers. Suspiciously, she used her fingers to lift the bed curtains and then looked outside.

The bedroom was completely empty; there was no trace of Sang Che anywhere.

This is really strange.

Curiosity and unease about Sang Che occupied Yin Huaixi's mind. She couldn't care less about anything else, so she got up, put on her shoes, and walked towards the inside.

Yin Huaixi's boudoir included a small room specifically for the maids on duty to sleep in.

Since Sang Che wasn't in her room and she hadn't heard the door open and him leave, she figured he must be in that small room.

Stealthy and sneaky.

Yin Huaixi held his breath and concentrated.

She never imagined she would have to be so careful in her own home.

It's all that damned Sang Che's fault!

Arriving at the small door, Yin Huaixi gently pushed it open, and sure enough, Sang Che was curled up on it.

A small quilt hung down, and Yin Huaixi felt a pang of heartache for a moment, though she didn't know why she felt so heartbroken.

He sighed helplessly.

Resigned, Yin Huaixi pulled the drooping blanket back up and wrapped Sang Che up tightly.

It's been so long since we last met.

I wonder if Sang Che's cold ailment has improved at all.

Do you still feel cold and shivering when the night is quiet, just like before?

Yin Huaixi reached out the back of her hand and felt Sang Che's forehead. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found that Sang Che's body temperature was still normal.

He returned to his own bed.

She's always worrying about things; what exactly is Sang Che trying to do?

It was clear that the love curse that had bound and tormented Yin Huaixi for so long had already been broken, so why did she still find herself unable to resist caring about Sang Che's every move?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Yin Huaixi simply gave up thinking, reached out and pulled the blanket, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

As Yin Huaixi's footsteps faded into the distance.

Sang Che then opened his eyes.

She placed her fingers on the spot where Yin Huaixi had just stood, feeling the lingering warmth there, and Sang Che couldn't help but purse her lips slightly.

Huai Xi said she didn't care about her, but she still had a place in her heart. Otherwise, why would she tiptoe to her bedside in the middle of the night and show concern for her?

Get up.

Sang Che's clothes were half-open, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

She pushed open the door to the small room and slowly walked up to Yin Huaixi. The love potion did not disappear from her body as Yin Huaixi had said.

As the owner of the love potion, Sang Che could sense that it still had a faint connection with Yin Huaixi, indicating that Yin Huaixi had obtained the antidote for the love potion from Zhao Huining.

The medicine is indeed very potent.

Unfortunately, it was her fault that the other person ran into her.

If it were an ordinary Gu worm, this poor little guy would probably have perished long ago.

Squatting down, Sang Che gently stroked Yin Huaixi's face with her fingers. She could tell that Yin Huaixi was fast asleep, completely relaxed.

That's really true...

She was right beside Yin Huaixi, how could they not make any preparations? How could they just let their guard down like that?

Since Huai Xi was willing to give her this opportunity, then she shouldn't blame her for being impolite. Sang Che took advantage of the situation and did just that.

She first placed a light kiss on Yin Huaixi's lips, and then, like a child who had stolen candy, Sang Che pursed his lips and savored the taste.

As a newcomer, I can't go too far or overdo it.

Wiping away the glistening water stains with his thumb, Sang Che reached out, took off his outer shirt, lifted the blanket, and lay down.

Her long hair fell loose, covering a large portion of Sang Che's back. She rested her chin on Yin Huaixi's shoulder and closed her eyes contentedly.

Their breaths, deep and shallow, mingled together.

The chirping of insects outside the window never stopped.

...

It felt like a heater was pressed tightly against his back, and Yin Huaixi was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Qingmei...Qingmei...Are you there?"

Subconsciously calling out Qingmei's name, Yin Huaixi opened her eyes and immediately realized something was wrong.

It looked like there was a hand draped over her waist...

Wait, could this be her imagination?

Thinking this, Yin Huaixi reached down and unexpectedly touched a pair of delicate hands.

Like catching a snake, Yin Huaixi grabbed the wrist of that hand and pulled it out of the blanket.

Before Yin Huaixi could even begin to question her, Sang Che approached again, her voice soft and indistinct, almost touching her.

"Third Miss, why are you grabbing my hand...?"

That sounds weird.

Oh no.

It's not weird.

Sang Che is shameless!

Yin Huaixi turned away angrily, ignoring the creaking of the bed, and questioned Sang Che, "Why did I grab your hand?"

"I'd like to ask, didn't I say I wouldn't let you into my bed? What do you mean by this?"

"Sang Che, we met by chance. I don't care whether you have any memories of the past or not, and I don't know how you found me. But I believe that with your abilities, it's very easy for you to get into my house."

"Sang Che, I'm really tired, I'm exhausted. Let's call it even, okay?"

In the quiet night, Yin Huaixi's voice was especially clear. Sang Che just listened quietly. She was silent, unlike before when she was like a firecracker, ready to ignite at any moment.

In the dim candlelight, Yin Huaixi saw a fleeting sadness in Sang Che's eyes, and her heart softened slightly.

"I understand the Third Miss's instructions."

"I'll get up."

"I will no longer disturb the Third Miss's peaceful sleep."

With her fingers propped on the bed, Sang Che's disheveled appearance and teary eyes made her look exactly like the one who had been bullied.

Yin Huaixi: "You..."

The words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to say them. This time, Sang Che didn't wait for her anymore. Instead, he got out of bed.

She put on her shoes and prepared to return to the small house.

Outside the window, the wind suddenly whistled.

The cold wind howled.

Looking at Sang Che's snow-white shoulders, Yin Huaixi lowered her eyes and felt a pang of pity.

Was what she just said a bit too much? She shouldn't have said that to Sang Che.

What if her cold ailment flares up?

Thinking of the past, Yin Huaixi finally couldn't help but look up and call out to Sang Che, "Wait."

Did I let you leave?