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

All sorts of chaotic thoughts flooded her mind, including the...shady dealings the two of them had done in that dimly lit village on Fengming Mountain.

His calves were bent and curled up.

Yin Huaixi's mind was filled with how to avoid Sang Che's octopus-like entanglement without waking him up.

Hold your breath.

At the risk of breaking her neck, Yin Huaixi turned her head to look at Sang Che's peaceful sleeping face.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that if Sang Che had always been so quiet and reserved, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way between them.

Perhaps sensing Yin Huaixi's gaze, Sang Che leaned her cheek closer and nuzzled against the back of Yin Huaixi's neck.

Her messy, stray hairs fell loose, making Yin Huaixi feel extremely uncomfortable.

The finger probed downwards.

It was placed next to Sang Che.

Despite the warm bed, Sang Che felt cold all over, like a piece of jade that couldn't be warmed up.

Yin Huaixi eventually softened and did not move Sang Che's hand away from her waist. Instead, she pressed her palm tightly against the back of Sang Che's hand, trying to warm her body, which was hard to warm up.

This small gesture made Sang Che, who couldn't sleep, unable to resist squeezing Yin Huaixi's palm tighter in return.

Knowing that Sang Che would show such lingering affection at night, Yin Huaixi stopped worrying about it and closed her eyes again, falling into a deep sleep.

...

Before Qingmei could even pour herself a cup of tea after returning to her room, she was surrounded by a group of maids from the Yin family.

"Sister Qingmei, did that girl go to serve the Third Miss tonight?"

"So that's why you were substituted?!"

Ha ha.

That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.

Is this girl really that good with words? No wonder she hasn't been promoted after all these years!

Qingmei sat down, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing I can do. You all know our young lady's temperament. That girl just wants to please her. What can I do?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and a young maidservant came to Qingmei's side to help massage her shoulders.

"Sister Qingmei, how about our kitchen prepares some nourishing soup for that girl tomorrow?"

"It's also good to please the Third Miss, isn't it?"

Hearing them say this, even Qingmei, who is usually very professional, frowned. This matter is indeed worth considering.

However, she wasn't doing it because her mind was filled with random, inappropriate thoughts.

Since the Third Miss likes that girl, she has to serve her well.

This was her duty as the third young lady's head maid, and she could never forget her roots.

Qingmei also took a close look at Chen Wan. He had fair skin and could not be described as thin, but he always looked sickly.

It must be from doing too much farm work in the countryside that he looks like this.

We need to make some soup to nourish our bodies.

Qingmei: "You're right. Remember to make a nourishing soup and send it over tomorrow morning."

"However, you'll have to wait until I've finished consulting with Miss before you can bring out the soup."

Having worked in the manor for a long time, the servants of the Yin family all understood the importance of being meticulous in their work.

But this absolutely cannot be allowed to climb over the head of the master. Being prepared is being prepared, and acting on one's own initiative is acting on one's own initiative.

The maidservant said, "Sister Qingmei, you're right. We will definitely follow your lead."

"I will only dare to take the next step after receiving your instructions."

...

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Sang Che woke up again at the exact time. She turned her shoulder and slowly pulled her hand out of Yin Huaixi's palm. As if she had received some great blessing, Sang Che put the back of her hand to her lips and pursed it gently.

A kiss landed on my lips.

Staring intently at Yin Huaixi as she slept, Sang Che gradually bent down. She had lost count of how long it had been since she had kissed Yin Huaixi's lips, which she lingered on.

Driven by desire, Sang Che opened his thin lips and took Yin Huaixi's lips into his mouth. She gently sucked on them, her long hair falling down, obscuring the spring scenery.

She came to collect a debt.

It doesn't matter if I take a little more.

Sang Che told himself this in his heart, but couldn't help but withdraw the kiss.

My heart was pounding so hard it hurt my eardrums, and I felt dizzy.

Even his breathing became a little more rapid.

Since adopting the identity of "Chen Wan", Sang Che seems to be getting further and further away from being the "Holy Maiden of Miao Jiang".

In the first few days after she left Phoenix Cry Mountain, the high priest frequently sent people to negotiate, but in the last few days he hasn't bothered her much.

Sang Che was happy to have some freedom.

Sang Che rubbed his thumb against the glistening water droplets, then pressed his ear against Yin Huaixi's chest and whispered, "Huaixi, I love you."

"We should be together for all eternity."

"This is what you owe me, you can't get rid of me..."

In his eyes, the face of the woman in the moon-white robe with a touch of vermilion between her brows overlapped with that of Yin Huaixi.

Sang Che's restrained thoughts poured out completely; she was not satisfied with just a superficial taste, nor with such a slight touch.

My lips and teeth seem to want to bite into something, to suck on something.

Sang Che lowered her eyes, her pert nose brushing against Yin Huaixi's neck, feeling the throbbing of Yin Huaixi's pulse.

Sang Che gently bit Yin Huaixi's flesh with his snow-white teeth, feeling very satisfied.

She should leave some trace so that the people in the manor would believe that Yin Huaixi really had something with her.

Huai Xi would never keep suggesting that she leave the manor.

The sound of flowing water reached my ears.

Sang Che was no longer sleepy.

She was completely immersed in this ultimate pleasure.

More, even more.

Only then can she fill the emptiness she felt during this time.

...

"Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

"I'll help Miss change her clothes."

Qingmei stood outside the door, followed by a group of maids, not daring to push the door open and enter rashly.

At that time, it was broad daylight.

Yin Huaixi was awakened by the noise Qingmei made outside the door. She opened her eyes abruptly, and the heavy weight on her chest made her body feel sticky and hot.

It was obvious without even thinking that Sang Che had pressed down on her again.

Honestly, this guy isn't young anymore, so why does he act like a child in front of her, so unruly?

That's how much I disliked it.

But Yin Huaixi couldn't help but smile. She reached out and stroked Sang Che's messy hair, thinking about what if Sang Che really lost his memory.

They forgot how to manipulate Gu worms, how to bewitch people's hearts, and they forgot the methods of killing.

Being a clueless country bumpkin like "Chen Wan" might not be such a bad thing.

Yin Huaixi did not want to get involved in the conflict between Miao territory and the imperial court anymore. All she asked for was the safety of her family.

Qingmei and the others stood for a moment, but seeing that there was still no response from inside the room, they couldn't help but raise their hands and gently knock on the door.

"Miss? Miss?"

These repeated calls elicited a response from Yin Huaixi.

"Come in."

"I'm awake."

Upon receiving Yin Huaixi's permission, Qingmei was immediately overjoyed. She pushed open the door and led everyone inside.

But as soon as she reached the bedside, separated by a thin veil, Qingmei immediately sensed something was wrong.

Why are there two pairs of shoes in front of the young lady's bed?

Could it be that, as she predicted, that girl slept in the young lady's bed yesterday?

Not only Qingmei noticed the shoes, but all the maids behind her also noticed them.

They looked at each other, but dared not say anything.

Having worked under Yin Huaixi for many years, Qingmei was quite adept at handling things. She slowly knelt down and took out the shoes.

He said sincerely, "Then I'll put on your shoes for you, Miss."

Lifting the bed curtains, Yin Huaixi, still sleepy, rested her hands on the edge of the bed and shook her head, saying, "No need, I can do it myself."

Qingmei looked up in surprise and saw a large, pink bite mark on Yin Huaixi's neck...

She was stunned.

What exactly did that girl lying in bed do to the young lady last night?

How could this be so outrageous!

Such a deep mark!