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

"paradox?"

Gently rub the two words between your lips and teeth repeatedly before finally spitting them out.

The blood that had stained Sang Che's fingertips had long since turned into water droplets and stains, blending with her body temperature.

"Huaixi, love is inherently contradictory."

Sang Che's nose almost touched Yin Huaixi's face, and the downy fur draped over her body danced in the wind with the snowflakes falling from the branches.

Her eyes were sincere, but her tone became increasingly morbid.

It's as if you're trying to hold onto something tightly.

"The more you want something, the less likely you are to get it..."

I'm pressuring you because I want you.

"This has nothing to do with my eyes, Huaixi... My heart loves you just the way it is, I was born to love you."

Sang Che gently brushed his damp fingertips across Yin Huaixi's cheek, where they were stained with fallen snowflakes. In his eyes, he saw a long-unseen madness and morbidity in Yin Huaixi.

Before Yin Huaixi could speak, Sang Che continued, seemingly trying to interrupt Yin Huaixi's question.

"You should love me too."

Even though Yin Huaixi has been able to completely suppress Sang Che's actions in recent days, she still felt a slight chill down her spine when facing Sang Che in this state.

That chilling aura that emanated from the very marrow of his bones was something Yin Huaixi could never conceal.

She swallowed.

Trying to remain calm.

A biting wind swept a strand of hair from Yin Huaixi's temple, revealing a hint of fear in her brows and a half-step back.

Sang Che still managed to catch it.

This time, Sang Che didn't linger or give Yin Huaixi a chance to catch her breath; she continued forward.

The snow was covered with footprints.

Sang Che's gaze was firm.

Just like in the past, when they stood before the gods of the entire Miao region, offering sincere prayers on behalf of the Miao people.

Her voice remained as clear and melodious as ever, like a babbling brook in the forest.

She said, "Huaixi, we were born to love each other. You are the wife that God sent to me after taking pity on my life's hardships."

"And what about me?"

"Do I hold a certain weight in your heart now?"

Actually, Sang Che doesn't need to confirm anything. What else could Yin Huaixi be doing lately if not caring and showing concern?

But Sang Che disliked the insecurity that often shone in Yin Huaixi's eyes.

It's as if their marriage was forced upon them.

Just like the "fleeting romance" or "chance encounter" often sung in Han Chinese operas.

These words made Yin Huaixi, who had been unconsciously backing away, stop in her tracks. Suddenly, she didn't know how to respond.

Ah Che is really going too far.

Shouldn't she be the one asking that question?

"Huaixi, don't look at me like that. It makes me think... that all the things you've done to me lately are just because I once saved your life from the Emperor's shadow guards at Fengming Mountain, and you're coming back to save me to repay that debt of gratitude."

Sang Che poured out his innermost thoughts.

She wasn't just worrying unnecessarily.

The Han people are different from the Miao people. They always like to talk about the rules passed down from their ancestors and emphasize the relationship between ruler and subject.

returning a Favour many times more.

If Huaixi came to save her for this reason, Sang Che would rather she not take the risk.

She doesn't want it.

Indeed, Sang Che could not hide how Yin Huaixi had suddenly appeared before her that day.

Undeniably, Sang Che's heart clenched tighter whenever Yin Huaixi got even an inch closer to her.

Upon hearing Sang Che's absurd guess, Yin Huaixi realized how out of control she had been.

The panic and helplessness she had felt earlier vanished with the wind. Yin Huaixi looked up at Sang Che again, and it seemed as if the secrets that had been weighing heavily on her heart and that she could not tell anyone were about to burst forth.

The woman in front of me, Sang Che, is the female protagonist of this book. From what she just said, we can see that Sang Che is not completely trapped by the mindset in the book. She can not only change the plot, but also break out of the word "character setting" given by the author.

Yellow-themed literature is meant to serve a one-sided plot; you can secretly read it all night long by covering your head with a blanket.

His complexion was rosy and he looked energetic.

He looked rather haggard.

Characters who serve the plot don't need much development; they just need to keep the readers entertained. For example, Yin Huaixi, who was just passing the time when I first started reading this book, is one such character.

Once the idea popped into her head, Yin Huaixi couldn't help but put it into practice. She wondered if she should first test whether Sang Che could accept such an absurd story as "visitors from outer space."

"Ah Che, if I said I..."

Just as she opened her mouth, a clear and melodious voice came from afar: "Miss Yin, I have brought back the person you requested. Since Miss Yin is here, I will not disturb Miss Yin's questioning any further."

Sang Che raised an eyebrow slightly with impatience, and her gaze immediately shifted away from Yin Huaixi. The expectant look that had been on her face vanished without a trace.

Does that guy never choose the right time to speak?

Huaixi seemed to be about to tell her something very important, and she was interrupted like this. It's really annoying.

Hearing Wuming's voice, Yin Huaixi breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that Wuming came to find her meant that her negotiations with Hua He should have made progress, unlike Lü Panshan who was still clinging to the issue.

With the true owner of that deadly poison from the Western Regions now in the picture, no one cares what happens to Lü Panshan anymore.

Go wherever you want, die wherever you want.

...

Hua He had made preparations when she agreed to come with Wuming. She was unsure whether Yin Huaixi would tell Sang Che about their "deal" that day.

But it's always good to keep the highest level of vigilance in your mind.

"Dr. Hua, it's been a long time."

Yin Huaixi's impression of Hua He wasn't bad; at least Hua He had genuinely offered help in times of need, and Yin Huaixi wouldn't kick her when she was down.

Seeing her relatively kind attitude, Hua He breathed a sigh of relief, and her surging emotions gradually calmed down.

She replied politely, "Yes, it's been a long time."

"Huaixi, you look great."

Hua He sighed inwardly. Sure enough, without Sang Che's almost perverted and hysterical harassment, everyone's mental state would be a hundred times better.

Yin Huaixi: "..."

She had no intention of catching up with Hua He.

Besides, the two of them don't have anything to continue the old story. Could they talk about appreciating Hua He's collection of masterpieces?

Yin Huaixi sighed whenever she thought about it.

She truly lives up to her reputation of being transmigrated into a pornographic novel; her thoughts and mindset are now being gradually corrupted!

Excellent, excellent, Amitabha.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

The atmosphere of mutual appreciation between the two old friends was enough to stir up Sang Che's long-dormant jealousy.

She had always hated anyone disturbing the limited time she had with Yin Huaixi.

It's fine to be disturbed; she's in a good mood these days, so we'll just let it go.

But looking at her Huaixi catching up with others like old friends who haven't seen each other for years, with expressions of many things she couldn't say.

Sang Che's heart was like a fishing boat encountering waves, rising and falling.

She...doesn't like this.

She hates it!