The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

Just because of that argument two weeks ago, this person still holds a grudge! And they're still using those kinds of words to shut him up!

"You!" Sun Ce gasped, pointing at Xun Hao, unable to utter a single word for a long time. He had never seen such a vengeful person!

"You intellectuals, so full of twists and turns, your minds are smaller than a pinhead!" He finally managed to utter this sentence, his tone full of indignation.

Guo Jia, who was watching from the side, was overjoyed and was about to add fuel to the fire when he saw Xun Hao slowly take out a small paper booklet, about the size of a palm and bound with fine silk thread, from his wide sleeve.

The booklet was thin, and the corners were slightly curled up, showing that it had been frequently read.

Under the puzzled gazes of Sun Ce and Zhou Yu, Xun Hao stretched out two fair fingers and gently tapped the cover of the booklet.

"General Sun is right. I do hold grudges."

He casually flipped to a page, as if confirming something, then looked up at Sun Ce, "Everyone who has offended me, everything they said and did, I've recorded it all here. Every single detail, clearly."

Sun Ce was dumbfounded. Zhou Yu was also stunned.

They had never seen anyone do "holding a grudge" in such a refreshing and unconventional way, and even write a book about it.

This is simply...incomprehensible!

Sun Ce felt that his understanding had been greatly impacted.

A true man stands between heaven and earth, seeking righteous vengeance and justice with a single sword stroke. Who would act like a resentful woman confined to her chambers, keeping a secret record of grievances?

Guo Jia stepped forward and naturally put his arm around Xun Hao to support him. He looked at Zhou Yu opposite him, his peach blossom eyes full of smiles.

"Zhou Gongjin".

"What advice does Mr. Guo have for me?" Zhou Yu felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

"In order for our fragile alliance to barely hold on," Guo Jia gestured with his chin toward Sun Ce, "I suggest you tell your general to say less."

Zhou Yu: "..."

What could he do? He was exhausted too.

He walked over to Sun Ce, forcefully pressed down on his close friend's shoulder, and dragged him back two steps.

Sun Ce was still unconvinced and wanted to argue, but Zhou Yu stopped him with a warning look.

Watching the two figures leave, Guo Jia finally released his arm from Xun Hao's, looked down at Xun Hao, and couldn't hide his curiosity and interest.

"Are you serious?" He reached out to take the booklet from Xun Hao's hand. "Let me see whose dirty laundry is recorded in this little notebook? Am I on it?"

Xun Hao did not dodge, and let Guo Jia take the booklet away.

Guo Jia raised an eyebrow, and with a slightly joking attitude, opened the booklet.

He thought he would see childish records like "On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Sun Ce cursed me".

However, the first line of text that caught his eye slowly froze the smile on his face.

The handwriting was elegant and beautiful, just like the person, but the content was extremely concise.

[In the seventh year of Guanghe (1278), in spring, in Yingchuan, I first met Brother Fengxiao. On the roadside, whose young man was he, so dashing and charming?]

Guo Jia's pupils dilated slightly, and with a strange feeling in his heart, he turned to the second page.

Yingchuan Academy, a place that haunts my dreams, a place I yearn for day and night.

Is this about me? He suppressed his excitement and continued reading.

[Rushing to the aid of Yangdi. Wrapped in fur coats, they rode together on one horse.]

[Looking forward to your return, I wish to transform into a wild goose and cross a thousand mountains.] This was a month after he left Puyang.

Page after page.

There were no grudges, no unresolved issues.

Each entry is a fragment of their shared experiences since they met. From their first encounter in Yingchuan to the turmoil in Luoyang, from their plans in Yanzhou to the perilous journey to Chang'an, every detail is included.

Guo Jia slammed the book shut, looked up, and his peach blossom eyes, which always held a hint of a smile, now shone with a light that Xun Hao had never seen before.

"Xun Yanruo".

He read his words aloud, his voice low, "You are very good."

This notebook was indeed used by him to record things. However, it wasn't for recording grudges, but rather as a charging log for the [Legacy Plan] system.

He needed a place to record how much energy he gained and how long his life was sustained each time he came into contact with Guo Jia, so that he could better plan his "life-extending strategy".

Those lines that looked like love poems were just a disguise he casually wrote down to deceive others.

But showing it to Brother Fengxiao now carries a different meaning.

"Brother Fengxiao, these are just some casual writings."

"Random thoughts?" Guo Jia chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a mixture of resignation and indulgence.

He reached out and gently stroked Xun Hao's cheek, his fingertips caressing his smooth skin. "It's filled with my notes?"

"I thought I was the only one who was thinking about this." Guo Jia's forehead gently touched Xun Hao's forehead, their noses almost touching, their warm breaths mingling.

"So, you were here before me. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Xun Hao's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he lowered his eyes, concealing all the calculation in them. What should I tell you?

Do you want me to tell you that I treat you like a human power bank, calculating every day how to extract energy from you?

Xun Hao wisely kept quiet.

Guo Jia, however, took his silence as a sign of tacit agreement and shyness.

Xun Hao reached out and grabbed the other person's shirt.

This gesture became a silent invitation.

Guo Jia could no longer restrain himself. He lowered his head and accurately caught sight of those two lips that he had longed for for so long.

What began as a tentative peck turned into a predatory act driven by intense possessiveness.

Guo Jia put one arm around Xun Hao's waist, pulling him closer to himself, and used the other hand to hold the back of his head, leaving him no room to retreat.

He did not resist, and even responded awkwardly, feeling a warm current flow from their intertwined lips and tongues into his entire body.

In his mind, the notification sound of the [Legacy Plan] system became clearer than ever before.

Before long, the electricity used to deduce the location of the Xiliang army's food supplies and the weakest point in their combat strength was replenished, and it was close to 100%.

Five minutes of charging is enough for him to use the "Legacy Plan" twice. So this is the correct way to charge it?

As if he had discovered a new continent, he gripped Guo Jia's clothes even tighter.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but Guo Jia finally released Xun Hao when he began to have difficulty breathing.

A thin, ambiguous strand of saliva appeared between their lips.

Guo Jia looked at Xun Hao. The boy's originally pale face was now flushed with a beautiful blush, and his clear, cold eyes were also covered with a layer of moisture, shimmering with light.

Guo Jia gently wiped away the moisture from Xun Hao's lips with his fingertips, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

"From now on, you are not allowed to remember other people's names."

"Mmm." Xun Hao nodded obediently, panting.

Anyway, there's only one of these power banks available right now.

"I'm confiscating the booklet." Guo Jia carefully and solemnly put the booklet into his bosom, pressing it close to his heart.

"Okay." Xun Hao replied. The charging method has been upgraded, and the old-fashioned recording is no longer useful.