Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

After Su Mubai left, Murong Shishi dismissed several of the stewardesses around her, leaving only two personal maids with her.

She straightened her clothes and smiled at Su Muqing:

"All the trivial matters in the manor have been arranged. I'm going to Jinxiu Pavilion to see if my new clothes for my second brother's wedding day are ready."

Su Muqing nodded and smiled:

"You should have gone to take a look earlier. Jinxiu Pavilion is the best ready-made clothing store in Jiangnan. The outfit you ordered earlier should be ready by now."

Murong Shishi agreed and left the Su residence with her maid.

The streets of Jiangnan are bustling with activity. After walking for a short while, you will see a magnificent pavilion standing in the middle of the street.

A plaque hangs above the vermilion gate, bearing the three large characters "Jinxiu Pavilion".

The shop was bustling with carriages and horses, and the customers were all ladies from prominent families. It was clearly the most prestigious clothing shop in Jiangnan.

As soon as she entered, the shopkeeper personally greeted her with a beaming smile: "Madam Su, it is an honor to have you here. I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

The auspicious attire you ordered earlier has been prepared and is awaiting Mrs. Su's inspection.

Murong Shishi nodded slightly.

The young maidservant, however, arrogantly ordered, "Lead the way!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The innkeeper quickly led them to the inner room, guiding them all the way to the most secluded and elegant room.

The tailor was already waiting with a pomegranate red brocade dress, its stitches fine and its patterns elegant, clearly a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

Murong Shishi glanced over and nodded slightly.

The maidservant immediately said, "Our mistress wants to try on the design."

The innkeeper quickly bowed and said, "Madam Su, we have a private room on the second floor for our distinguished guests to change clothes. It is private and elegant. Please come in."

The so-called "clean room" was a changing room specially set up by Jinxiu Pavilion for the ladies of noble families.

It was a secluded house, furnished with a soft couch and a bronze mirror, and filled with calming incense, showing no sign of being beneath its status.

Murong Shishi nodded and entered the private room accompanied by her maid.

The shopkeepers and employees outside were gossiping privately, all saying that the young mistress of the Su family had an extraordinary air about her.

The poise and demeanor of the Murong family's daughter are only befitting of a prestigious family like the Su family.

As soon as the door to the private room closed, a very light breeze swept across the corridor outside.

The next second, a dark figure moved along the wall and jumped into the second-floor private room through the window, moving so fast that no one noticed.

The little maid following behind Murong Shishi had her back to the door and reached out to lock it.

Before he could retract his hand, his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud," having been instantly put to sleep by someone's pressure point.

Murong Shishi had just taken off her outer robe and was preparing to change into new clothes.

She looked up and saw a dark figure standing in front of the elegant room. The figure was dressed in black, and the familiar features made her heart skip a beat.

It's Xie Mo...

She forgot to breathe, staring blankly at him.

Xie Xiaoyi also looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before a casual smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you..." Murong Shishi's exclamation was still stuck in her throat when Xie Xiaoyi quickly covered her lips.

"Ugh—"

"Shh—" Xie Xiaoyi whispered, his breath warm and dangerous against her ear, "Don't shout!"

Murong Shishi's pupils contracted slightly, and her hand instinctively pressed against his chest, but she still forced herself to calm down.

Xie Xiaoyi looked down at her, a faint trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "Long time no see, Murong Shishi."

His voice was low, yet it clearly penetrated her ears, instantly shattering the tranquility of the past year.

Murong Shishi gently shook her head and reached out to pry the hand that was covering her mouth from his.

Xie Xiaoyi understood and slowly removed his hand from her lips: "I was afraid you would cry out, so I apologize for the intrusion."

Murong Shishi turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the unconscious maid on the ground, her brows furrowing slightly: "What did you do to her?"

"Don't worry, I just put him to sleep. He won't wake up for a while and won't know what happened inside the room."

Murong Shishi let out a long sigh of relief, finally feeling at ease.

"Murong Shishi, how...how have you been these days?"

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi finished speaking, Murong Shishi's body stiffened.

How are you doing?

These four words were like a scorching hot iron, instantly burning through her layers of dignity and rules.

Images of that day flashed before my eyes: by the campfire in the valley, he held her in his arms, their passion burning...

That was the vibrancy she could never get from Su Muqing, the dawn she would never encounter again in the deep mansion.

Su Muqing is gentle and refined, a perfect husband, but he has never even consummated his marriage.

She guarded a magnificent tomb, acting as the dignified Mrs. Su every day, even controlling her breathing.

And Xie Mo... he was the one who pulled her out of the rules and made her a woman again.

At this moment, a thousand words welled up on my lips, but they turned into an overwhelming sense of bitterness.

Murong Shishi did not answer.

She simply raised her head abruptly, her eyes instantly reddening, but not a single tear fell.

The next moment, she used almost all her strength to throw herself into Xie Xiaoyi's arms.

"Ouch!" Xie Xiaoyi was knocked back half a step by her and subconsciously reached out to support her waist.

Before he could react, Murong Shishi had already stood on tiptoe, gripped his neck tightly, and kissed him fiercely with trembling lips.

This kiss lacked the shyness of that secret tryst in the valley.

Only the longing suppressed for a year, only the explosion of a woman's loneliness and solitude reaching its limit.

Murong Shishi kissed him forcefully, so hard that Xie Xiaoyi was stunned.

Xie Xiaoyi was dumbfounded—

She's too fierce!

It's true what they say, "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence."

I'm a womanizer, I can't keep going like this, it's too embarrassing, I can't even get past my own conscience.

He frowned, then grabbed Murong Shishi's head with his other hand, retaliating verbally and in kind.

Murong Shishi closed her eyes, and tears finally slid down her cheeks, landing on Xie Xiaoyi's hand.

Xie Xiaoyi felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand, and her heart suddenly stirred. With just this one tear, she understood all the hardships Xie Xiaoyi had endured these past few days.

He cupped Murong Shishi's face in his hands and gently kissed the corners of her eyes, kissing away each tear that flowed out.

Murong Shishi trembled and went limp in Xie Xiaoyi's arms, wishing she could just embed herself into him.

After an unknown amount of time, the two separated slightly, with Murong Shishi's forehead pressed against Xie Xiaoyi's chin, her chest heaving violently.

Having learned from her experience in the valley, she took the initiative to reach out and slip her hand inside Xie Xiaoyi's collar, caressing his pectoral muscles.

Xie Xiaoyi knew she hadn't had an easy time, so he simply held her gently and let her do as she pleased...

Murong Shishi finally had her fill of playing around, withdrew her hand, and then her "devilish hand" reached for Xie Xiaoyi's waist belt...