After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a delicate floral fragrance wafted in from outside, dispelling the stale smell of medicine inside.

The woman stood at the door carrying a food box. Her figure was slender and graceful, accentuated by her moon-white dress. Her black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.

She was exceptionally beautiful, yet her eyes held a gentle, submissive light. When she looked at the person on the bed, her expression was one of tender care.

The person on the bed heard the noise, but without turning around, his voice was as cold as ice, filled with undisguised disgust: "Get out."

In the past few days, he seemed to have found a way to deal with Su Ning, which was to express his malice intensely and without reservation.

That way, I might not see her.

But Su Ning did not back down because of the other party's attitude. She walked slowly to the bedside, placed the food box on the low table, and spoke softly and gently: "I made pigeon soup today, it's good for bone healing, you should drink some."

She bent down, carefully avoiding his injured leg, and reached out to tidy his disheveled dark hair.

Pei Yunlian closed her eyes, her thin lips pressed tightly together, and spoke slowly and deliberately, her words filled with biting sarcasm: "Don't touch me."

The girl paused, but instead of withdrawing her finger, she gently placed it on his cool forehead.

"Don't be temperamental." Her voice carried a hint of doting affection.

Such a stubborn yet fragile Pei Yunlian is a rare sight.

The young swordsman longed to close his eyes and shut out his mind.

He should hate her, after all, she did many bad things.

But the gentle care she had given him these past few days, the earnest look in her eyes as she blew on the medicine to cool it down, and the fleeting sadness in her eyes when he spoke harshly to her—all of these things uncontrollably seeped into his mind, stirring up a chaotic mess in his heart.

And that day... he accidentally hurt her.

As hatred tugged at him repeatedly, it gradually became mixed with an inexplicable restlessness, panic, and even a hint of wavering that he himself was unwilling to admit.

He wanted to push her away, to yell at her, to tell her to get far away, but his body had not yet fully recovered and he was powerless to resist, so he could only let her breath envelop him layer by layer.

Seeing that the other party was moved, Su Ning took the opportunity to kneel down and get closer to him. Her warm breath brushed against his cheek, and while he dared not look at her, her eyes sparkled with undisguised and scheming seduction.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently tracing the hard lines of his jaw, the movement slow and suggestive, her voice low and soft, with a seductive ending: "Yun Lian, I was wrong, but I'm correcting myself now."

I like you...

As the distance suddenly closed, the elegant fragrance emanating from her, mixed with a faint medicinal scent, filled my nostrils.

He opened his eyes in disbelief.

The stunningly beautiful face that appeared before him every day was now within arm's reach, with long eyelashes and eyes that seemed to hold autumn water. Her soft voice was like a gentle net, trapping him firmly.

The last line of defense in my heart collapsed.

The pent-up hatred, irritability, resentment, wavering, and grievances of many days surged up, mixing into a scalding, bitter taste that stuck in my throat.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this...

The swordsman, who was usually cold, indifferent, and ruthless, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks without warning, landing on the back of her hand.

He had never been so disheveled, never so out of control.

Su Ning, however, did not care at all. She moved very gently, stretching out her arms and slowly wrapping them around his waist from behind.

The girl's soft chest pressed against his cold, hard back, her warm breath enveloping him completely.

She gently rested her chin on his shoulder. "Don't cry. It hurts me to see you crying so pathetically."

"Once you've recovered, we'll travel the world, punishing evil and promoting good, just like before."

I don't know which sentence touched him.

He stopped struggling, and his stiff back gradually softened.

Sensing his compromise, she felt relieved, slowly released one hand, raised it, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips to wipe away his undried tears.

The fingertips brushed against the burning hot skin, the movement was incredibly gentle.

She tilted her head slightly, her nose brushing against his reddened earlobe, her voice incredibly soft: "Look at me."

He remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his eyes with difficulty.

"Are you sure you won't lie to me again?"

She didn't give an answer, but leaned down slightly, her nose touching his, their breaths mingling, her warm breath falling on his trembling lips.

Without haste or plunder, she gently closed her eyes and kissed his lips with utmost tenderness.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her fiercely with broken sobs.

The kiss was anything but gentle; it was filled with hatred, resentment, and long-suppressed panic and loss of control. It was rough and scalding hot, and when his teeth accidentally brushed against her lips, she tasted a faint metallic tang of blood.

He held her tightly, as if venting his hatred, or as if greedily absorbing this only warmth. Hot tears kept sliding down, dripping onto their intertwined lips, salty and bitter.

The girl did not struggle. She obediently raised her head and let him vent his desires. A triumphant, soft smile spread across her eyes. She slowly raised her hand and gently wrapped it around his thin back, completely embracing the cold, indifferent swordsman who was crying uncontrollably.

……

After calming the other person down and changing her clothes, Su Ning watched the sky gradually darken before finally spotting Yu Xinglai leaning casually against the doorframe at the back door.

The other person was initially surprised to see her, but then launched into a full-blown accusation:

"How unfair! You said you were just going to look around, and it's getting late. It's amazing you still remembered your promise to me."

Su Ning looked at the dusky sunlight on the horizon and smiled. "The night has its own charm, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, your word is law, how could I possibly disagree?"

"Hurry, your good servant has prepared the carriage."

Yu Xinglai led the other person into the carriage that Sixteen had prepared. Before lifting the curtain, he deliberately said in a provocative tone, "Since Young Master Chu is so eager to be a bodyguard..."

"Being a driver doesn't really increase your workload, does it?"

Sixteen's expression was gentle. "Of course."

Besides Yu Xinglai and Sixteen, there were of course other people around, but they were all hiding in the shadows.

So, an inconspicuous carriage slowly drove out of the back gate of Su Lou.

The long street was bustling with activity as dusk began to fall.

Lanterns along the street lit up one after another, casting a warm yellow glow over the rows of taverns and shops, where people bustled about and carriages passed by.

The three of them weaved through the crowd, with Yu Xinglai having spent the last few days searching for delicious food.

They actually found some local snacks hidden in the city.

"You play for a while, I'll go get you some freshly baked, piping hot snacks."

Yu Xinglai gave instructions, and then glanced at Sixteen.

If he hadn't wanted Su Ning to be the first to eat the dessert he served, why would he have given the two of them time alone?

Su Ning didn't pay attention as she browsed the stalls around her.

Sixteen followed closely behind her, but a casual glance revealed a family code.

Su Ning picked up a tassel, about to pay, when she suddenly heard a loud noise erupt from somewhere:

"Thief! Thief!" It was like a stone being thrown into a calm lake.

In the blink of an eye, Su Ning noticed that the number of people around her had increased dramatically.

She turned around, only to find that the familiar figure behind her was gone...