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

The scent of light liquor wafted over Sang Che's neck. She lowered her eyes and stared at Yin Huaixi, able to smell the intoxicating aroma.

Sang Che carefully helped Yin Huaixi and placed her on the bed, his cool fingers touching her cheek.

In the past, Sang Che had only ever been served by others; she had never served anyone before.

However, during his time in the Yin residence, Sang Che had gained considerable experience in how to take care of his "master".

She reached out and pulled the blanket over Yin Huaixi. Sang Che originally wanted to leave to get Yin Huaixi a basin of hot water and wipe her body with a towel.

To make her body, which was soaked in the smell of alcohol, feel more comfortable.

No sooner had she withdrawn her fingers than Yin Huaixi reached out and placed her hand on Sang Che's wrist, pressing her fingertips firmly against her skin.

It seemed they weren't going to let him leave.

"Ah Che..."

"Stay with me..."

"OK?"

"Ah Che, don't go..."

With hazy eyes staring at Sang Che's figure, Yin Huaixi suddenly clung to her.

After realizing that she might like Sang Che, Yin Huaixi's feelings were always complicated.

She seemed unable to accept that she had truly fallen in love with Sang Che, yet she instinctively relied on him.

It's laughable, really.

Yin Huaixi genuinely felt that she was safe as long as she stayed by Sang Che's side.

No matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, or anyone who wants to harm her, Sang Che can take action to deal with them.

She may be a little mischievous, but she never lies.

Sang Che kept all the promises he made to her.

In the icy, bone-chilling stream, Yin Huaixi's blood mingled with pebbles, her back riddled with sharp arrows, causing her unbearable pain. She truly believed she was about to die.

But then Sang Che appeared before her.

Yin Huaixi hated her back then, but she also depended on her.

What is there to hate?

She hated that if it weren't for Sang Che, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation.

I am the fish on the chopping block, and others are the butcher's knife.

What do we depend on?

She relied on Sang Che to solve everything for her, even though she wanted to kill him every time.

This guy has remained devoted to her from beginning to end.

He never mentioned relying on her to cure his eyes.

It seems that only when she's drunk can Yin Huaixi make herself feel less awkward.

She could get close to Sang Che and obtain what she wanted and what she depended on.

...

That's what everyone's been called.

There's no reason for Sang Che to leave.

She called out towards the door, "Little Qingmei, fetch a basin of hot water for your young lady."

"I'll help her wipe her body."

When Qingmei saw the maidservant beside the head of the family bring Yin Huaixi back, she was extremely anxious and wanted to come in as well.

But think twice before you act.

They ultimately failed to break in.

Despite her concern for her mistress, Qingmei did not leave without permission. Instead, she dutifully stood guard outside the door, almost as if she were drawing circles with a twig.

Upon hearing Sang Che's order, Qingmei quickly got up, ignoring her numb legs, and responded. She didn't even care that Sang Che, the newcomer, dared to disregard his seniority and call her "Little Qingmei".

Hearing the people outside leave in a hurry, Sang Che finally felt relieved. She lowered her eyes and gently coaxed Yin Huaixi.

Just like when Yin Huaixi was suffering from a severe cold, he held her in his arms and gently coaxed her to sleep.

Not long after, Yin Huaixi closed her eyes and truly fell asleep from exhaustion.

Carrying a bucket of hot water, Qingmei burst in breathlessly. She looked up and saw Sang Che, who usually looked like a delicate and fair flower, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his mistress intently.

Just looking at his handsome and calm profile, Sang Che was nothing like his usual weak self; he was clearly someone who could handle anything.

Could this guy have been acting all along?

For some reason, this thought came to mind, and Qingmei shook her head to shake it off.

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!

Qingmei: "The hot water's ready. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Sang Che thought for a moment, then said to Qingmei, "Go get your young lady a clean nightgown so I can change her."

After saying that, Qingmei fell silent.

She had intended to offer to change the young lady's clothes, but then she heard the young lady muttering something, and instinctively moved closer to Sang Che.

Her fingers clung tightly to the hem of Sang Che's dress, refusing to let go.

Like a playful raccoon, it insisted on sleeping on its owner's lap.

Their posture was incredibly intimate.

Qingmei sighed deeply in her heart, realizing that her trust had been misplaced.

...

He picked up the scissors and cut off the candle flame, making the room bright and easy for Sang Che to help Yin Huaixi wash her body.

She reached out and unbuttoned Yin Huaixi's clothes, wrung out a towel soaked in hot water, and carefully wiped Yin Huaixi. She could feel the smell of alcohol on Yin Huaixi gradually fading away.

Looking at the small moles on Yin Huaixi's body, Sang Che was overjoyed. As she ran her fingers along them, she would always think of the passionate nights they spent together.

It had been so long since she had done something like this, and she missed it terribly.

However, now is not the time. Sang Che wants to wait until Yin Huaixi is more conscious before taking the initiative to "serve" Yin Huaixi.

Clearly, Sang Che knew better than anyone that Chen Wan was her, but sometimes she just couldn't help caring.

If someone who looks exactly like her were to appear, would Huaixi like "Chen Wan" even more?

My brain felt like a complete mess.

Yin Huaixi could feel someone wiping her body, washing away all the filth, but the towel made her a little itchy.

"Qingmei, is that you? Qingmei?"

Whispering the maid's name, Yin Huaixi opened her eyes a crack with difficulty, only to find Sang Che's face right in front of her.

"Miss, Qingmei isn't here."

Before Sang Che could even put Yin Huaixi's bathrobe on her, she heard Yin Huaixi calling Qingmei's name repeatedly. She lowered her eyes, her gaze filled with jealousy.

Sang Che: "But if Miss wishes to summon Qingmei to serve her, I will go out and fetch her right away."

His tone was firm and unyielding.

Having spent a lot of time with Sang Che, Yin Huaixi could easily tell that Sang Che was throwing a tantrum.

She didn't care about anything else. Seeing that Sang Che was about to leave in a huff, she quickly climbed out of bed and grabbed the corner of Sang Che's dress.

"Ah Che... what's gotten into you this time?"

"Qingmei grew up with me since she was little. She's been with me longer than you have. Calling her is just a subconscious reaction..."

These words only made things worse, as they made Sang Che feel even more resentful.

But she made a move to leave, unwilling to part with the room.

I had no choice but to turn around.

"Since Miss misses Sister Qingmei so much, then let's call Sister Qingmei over."

"I am here, ultimately superfluous."

Despite saying that, Sang Che moved closer and closer to Yin Huaixi, showing no intention of leaving.

Having long been accustomed to Sang Che's appearance, Yin Huaixi lazily closed her eyes and simply turned her head away from looking at him.

She said softly, "Ah Che, you've never been like this before."

Sang Che, who had come back to her, asked in confusion, "Then tell me, Miss, what did I look like before?"

Yin Huaixi laughed: "You certainly wouldn't be jealous of me here; you'd just kiss me for no reason..."

Halfway through her sentence, Yin Huaixi realized something was amiss; her words seemed to imply something.

Sure enough, as long as she gave Sang Che a chance, he would take advantage of it.

They seemed to be extremely hungry and thirsty.

The bed swayed slightly.

Sang Che braced herself with her hands, her long black hair falling down, almost covering Yin Huaixi's eyes and tickling her ears.

"Oh, so Huaixi is really looking forward to it."

"Then I'll..."

A warm kiss landed on Yin Huaixi's lips, and Sang Che sucked on them without any hesitation.

She was still not satisfied.