Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The candlelight flickered, and the red curtains fell, enveloping the room in an atmosphere of ambiguity.

Fu Yaoqin bit Xie Xiaoyi's lip, her strength filled with the grievances and longing of the past few days.

"Uh—" Xie Xiaoyi groaned, and began to plead, his previous domineering attitude completely gone.

"Sister Yaoqin, dreams may be false, but I am real!"

Is he real?

Fu Yaoqin was startled and stopped.

Just now... it was definitely not the vague sensation in my dream!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she lifted the red curtain, instinctively turning her head to look—

Su Mubai lay quietly on the floor beside the bed, his wedding clothes disheveled, clearly unconscious.

Fu Yaoqin froze, her voice trembling, "What...what happened to him?"

Xie Xiaoyi glanced at her in the direction of her gaze, a roguish yet lazy smile playing on his lips:

"Who knows? He probably drank too much and collapsed on his own."

"You...you're kidding me. His martial arts skills are not weak, how could he get drunk so easily?"

"Sister Yaoqin, because Su Mubai wasn't drunk at all!"

"Not drunk? You... what do you mean?"

"I secretly slipped a little 'Drunken Spring Breeze' into their drinks, and they couldn't get up until the sun was high in the sky."

Intoxicated by the spring breeze?

A family?

Xie Mo... he drugged Su Mubai's entire family for my sake?

Fu Yaoqin felt as if she were in a dream, unable to distinguish whether her wedding night was real or not.

Xie Xiaoyi wrapped his arm around her waist and slowly moved upwards:

"Put it down. I am a disciple of a legendary doctor, and I am very careful with the dosage of medicine. They will only think that the wine was too good and made them dizzy."

Fu Yaoqin's voice was soft and disordered, filled with lingering shock and panting:

"Then why are you here? Didn't you say... you'd never see me again?"

"Yes! I did want to cut ties with you at the time, but then I thought, how could I let someone else touch my woman, Xie Xiaoyi's woman?"

his woman?

Fu Yaoqin was stunned—

She thought that Xie Xiaoyi had really left that night, cutting all ties and never seeing each other again.

She thought she could only wear this wedding dress, marry Su Mubai, and live out her life quietly and obediently.

But then he came back...

Fu Yaoqin bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, her expression a mixture of resentment and grievance:

"Since you abandoned me and left so cruelly, why are you back now?"

Xie Xiaoyi felt wronged. She was the one who drove her away in the first place, but now she was being accused of something.

No wonder there's a modern saying: a woman's emotions are like the weather; one second it's sunny and clear, the next it's cloudy and overcast.

"Sigh... It seems that Sister Yaoqin still hates me."

As he spoke, he made a move to get up: "In that case, I'll leave and won't disturb your wedding."

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi moved, Fu Yaoqin suddenly pressed down on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed.

She looked down at Xie Xiaoyi, her chest heaving and her breathing unsteady, yet she refused to let go.

"You're not allowed to leave! You were the one who left first that day, you were the one who said you'd never see me again... Now, you're not allowed to just leave like that."

Xie Xiaoyi stared at her face, which was so close to his own, like a cat that had been provoked but refused to admit defeat.

She teased softly, "Sister Yaoqin, you're such a reserved and talented woman. Would you like to put your clothes on properly before you speak to me?"

Fu Yaoqin then came to her senses. When he had bullied her earlier, her clothes had been torn and disheveled.

And now she was firmly suppressing him, the scene was just like a female hooligan molesting an innocent young man.

She bit her lip, no longer caring about her newlywed bliss with Su Mubai, and simply closed her eyes, letting her body follow her heart.

Xie Xiaoyi cooperated with ease.

The red curtains swayed gently, the candlelight flickered softly, filling the room with an enchanting atmosphere, making it impossible for a third person to enter...

wrong!

There is no room for a fourth person.

After an unknown amount of time, the candlelight had burned down to almost nothing, and the red tent was filled with warmth.

Fu Yaoqin's hair was slightly disheveled as she nestled softly against Xie Xiaoyi's side, her fingertips gently tracing his firm chest.

"Xie Mo, your physique... has gotten so much stronger."

Xie Xiaoyi reached out and put his arm around her back, pulling her closer to him: "Sister Yaoqin, did you figure it out?"

Fu Yaoqin's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull her hand back. Instead, she gently poked his chest muscle.

"It was sturdy before, but never this... this firm and strong."

"Sister Yaoqin, actually, it's useless to have tight muscles."

"No! I think it looks great!"

"But in the end, didn't I still lose to you?"

Fu Yaoqin blushed, punched him lightly, and spat, "You're never serious, you always talk in riddles."

Xie Xiaoyi smiled faintly: "Since we're talking about Zen principles, I'm reminded of a poem that's very Zen-like."

Fu Yaoqin rose slightly, gently pressed herself against him, tilted her head, and gazed at him with eyes full of tenderness:

"What poem? The poems you recite are all so catchy, I love listening to them, tell me!"

Seeing her expectant look, Xie Xiaoyi half-sat up, clenched his fist, and firmly grasped both of her wrists, fixing her hands in place.

Fu Yaoqin was slightly taken aback, her eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice: "What... are you doing?"

Xie Xiaoyi grinned mischievously, "Of course I'll recite poems for you, Sister Yaoqin!"

Fu Yaoqin struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. She said angrily, "Do you have to hold my hands down to recite poetry?"

Xie Xiaoyi ignored her and softly recited:

"Guanyin sits on a lotus throne, a cloud of compassion protects the sacred forest. Her majestic appearance opens the Dharma realm, her ethereal golden body reveals the Zen mind."

The poem was simple and understated, with a Zen-like tranquility. At first, Fu Yaoqin found it ordinary, and her eyes even held a touch of gentleness.

However, just as she finished reciting the first sentence, her mind suddenly clicked as if something had enlightened her, and her heart skipped a beat.

Is Guanyin seated on a lotus throne?

I was so proactive with him just now, he... he's so bad, he's incorrigible.

The next moment, Fu Yaoqin's cheeks flushed red, her face turning red all the way from her ears to her neck.

Her eyes were filled with shame, anger, and embarrassment: "Xie Mo...you...you're shameless!"

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled: "Yeah, I overthink things too much. I always imagine the worst in everything. It's shameless of me!"

"You...you..." Fu Yaoqin was too embarrassed to speak, and raised her hand to punch his shoulder.

But as soon as she tried to move, she realized that he had firmly gripped both of her wrists and she couldn't move at all.

So that's how it is?

He had suddenly pressed his hands down without warning; it wasn't just a random act.

Rather, he had anticipated that he would be able to discern the metaphors in the poem, and had taken precautions against her becoming enraged and resorting to violence.

He's such a jerk!