Fairy, please don't do this!

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Jinchao got up from the bed, put on his coat, and quietly went to the kitchen.

He prepared a few side dishes, served a bowl of white rice, placed it on a tray, and then went to Si Ruoyu's door and gently knocked.

"Aunt Ruo, it's me."

"Come in, the door isn't latched."

Her voice was still gentle and pleasant, but it carried an undeniable hint of fatigue.

Gu Jinzhao pushed open the door and entered.

Inside, the candlelight flickered, and Si Ruoyu, dressed in an elegant long dress, sat at the table, looking at today's account books.

Gu Jinzhao gently placed the tray on the table: "I've made some food. Aunt Ruo, please eat it while it's hot. You can look at the account books tomorrow."

Si Ruoyu raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the steaming dishes. She paused slightly, then smiled gently, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Chao'er."

“Aunt Ruo prepares breakfast for me every day without ever finding it troublesome.”

"I only cook occasionally, so what?"

Gu Jinzhao handed her the chopsticks.

Then he slowly squatted down and gently removed Si Ruoyu's embroidered shoes, revealing a jade foot wrapped in a plain white silk stocking, and gently massaged it.

His technique was skillful, and the force was just right.

Si Ruoyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her foot back.

But considering it was his way of showing filial piety, he couldn't bear to refuse.

Moreover, Gu Jinzhao had often used the "pushing the palace and circulating blood" method to relieve her fatigue before.

The food was warm, and so were his hands.

This warmth spread from the soles of my feet along my meridians, eventually reaching my heart.

Si Ruoyu's gaze involuntarily fell on that incomparably handsome face.

His expression was focused, his eyes were lowered, and he was enveloped in the warm light of the candlelight, exuding an indescribable gentleness.

The child has grown up and become more mature, but his meticulous thoughtfulness and filial piety have never changed.

All those romantic and ambiguous moments, and all those immoral acts, were like a dream.

When the dream ends, the romantic desire between men and women completely dissipates, returning to the original pure familial affection.

fair enough.

This is... the best way.

For a moment, the room was silent, yet incredibly warm and cozy.

As Si Ruoyu finished her last bite of food and put down her chopsticks, the foot massage also ended.

Gu Jinzhao carefully straightened Aunt Ruo's stockings and helped her put on her embroidered shoes before getting up and asking, "Are you feeling better?"

Si Ruoyu raised her head, her eyes gentle, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Aunt Ruo, please get some rest. I'm going back now."

Gu Jinzhao smiled, picked up the tray, and turned to leave.

Si Ruoyu sat alone at the table, gazing at the closed door, a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips.

But soon, she thought of sharing feelings with Lin Qingci, and a hint of sorrow appeared between her brows.

Even Tantai Xuanji couldn't dispel the causal fate technique left behind by her master, Xuanyi.

If Gu Jinzhao and Lin Qingci were to be intimate, she would feel as if she were there that night, experiencing it firsthand.

The feeling was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was herself or the porcelain.

For some reason, the words Tantai Xuanji said that day came to mind: "From the moment Senior Sister saved that child, the fate between you was already destined."

"Although my senior sister cultivates the Dao of Destiny and can deduce the reasons for all things in the world, she cannot deduce the cause and effect for herself, so she has never been able to discover the predestined relationship between you two."

Si Ruoyu's gaze gradually became unfocused.

Gu Jinzhao, Mu Yiren, Lin Qingci, and Yu Fengzhi are the ones whose marriages are truly legitimate.

But she and this child should not have been bound by this marriage.

But why did fate arrange things this way?

……

Gu Jinzhao had just returned to his room and taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped.

A graceful figure sat serenely on his bed, eyes closed, breathing in spiritual energy.

A long, moon-white dress accentuated her slender waist and straight back. Her dark hair was not tied up as it was during the day, but instead flowed smoothly over her shoulders, revealing a clear and flawless face.

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Sister Yiren, what are you doing?"

Mu Yiren slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes no longer held any of their usual calm and composure, but instead showed an undisguised tenderness and longing: "Wait for Gu Lang to come back and rest."

Gu Lang?

Why would Sister Yi suddenly use such a cloying nickname for him?

And that loving gaze, it's like it could drip water, so sticky it wouldn't melt away.

This doesn't match the usual aloof and arrogant Mu Yiren at all!

A thought suddenly struck Gu Jinzhao, and he tentatively asked, "Sister Yiren, are you in love?"

Mu Yiren had told him before that he needed to enter into the realm of emotions to comprehend the Dao, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Mu Yiren gave a soft hum and revealed a charming smile: "How did you figure that out, Gu Lang?"

Gu Jinzhao chuckled: "Sister Yiren's behavior is quite different from usual, so it's easy to spot the clues at a glance."

Mu Yiren slowly stood up, then sat sideways on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her soft body against him: "Does Gu Lang think that I'm usually cold and a bit arrogant, not very likable?"

Making fun of yourself, is that okay?

Gu Jinzhao's expression was somewhat strange, and he quickly said, "How could that be?"

Mu Yiren brought her moist, thin lips closer, almost touching his, and breathed softly, "Between the me of everyday life and the me of now, who do you prefer, Gu Lang?"

The warm breath brushed against my face, tickling me and making my heart itch.

Gu Jinzhao's lips twitched slightly: "I like anyone as long as it's Sister Yiren."

This is clearly "minor love" among the seven emotions.

She was tender and affectionate, and longed to be with him all the time.

And most importantly, Xiao Ai is extremely jealous; she's even jealous of herself.

Mu Yiren tightened her arms slightly, and Hongchen moved even closer, almost touching his chin: "But I think Gu Lang prefers me the way I am now."

With a soft, warm body in my arms, and a delicate, lotus-like fragrance lingering around my nose.

Gu Jinzhao gazed at the beautiful face so close to his own and said softly, "Then I will try my best to pour more of my affection into Sister Yiren now."

Mu Yiren felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and the tenderness in her eyes grew even stronger. She couldn't help but raise her head and say, "Kiss me."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhao did not hesitate. He leaned down slightly and kissed those soft, slightly cool lips.

Feeling that warm breath, a faint blush spread across Mu Yiren's delicate face, and she responded proactively.

The movements were clumsy yet passionate, as if they were pouring out all the tenderness that had been accumulating for a long time.

As their lips met, their breaths mingled together.

At this moment, their hearts drew closer and became inseparable.

This kiss was tender and warm.

They only separated slowly when they felt suffocated.

Mu Yiren's cheeks flushed, and her eyes shimmered with moisture, as if they held a pool of spring water: "Gu Lang, let's go to the bridal chamber."

Gu Jinchao was completely dumbfounded.

They were just kissing, and now they've jumped straight to the bridal chamber?

Does this mean they skipped the wedding ceremony and becoming Daoist partners?

He took a deep breath: "Isn't it... a bit too fast?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiren gave him a resentful look: "If we don't hurry, I'm afraid Lin Qingci will beat us to it."

She hadn't forgotten what happened in her previous life.

It's just that the main personality, Mu Yiren, is too stupid.

He said he wanted to take revenge on Lin Qingci and deliberately let her develop a relationship with Gu Jinzhao.

If it were her, she wouldn't give him the slightest chance.

My junior sister has already beaten me to it… Gu Jinchao silently complained in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged: “But the current Yiren is only one of her personalities.”

"If I take advantage of your vulnerability, how will you view me once you return to your true self?"

Mu Yiren gave a disgruntled snort: "Why bother with her?"

"Gu Lang just said that he wanted to like me a little more."

"Is it just sweet talk to make me happy?"

Gu Jinzhao was both amused and exasperated: "But it's impossible for things to change so suddenly, right?"

"It always takes some time to build a relationship."

Mu Yiren said matter-of-factly, "After performing the rites of husband and wife, the feelings will naturally heat up quickly."

You understand the principle of getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later... Gu Jinzhao sighed helplessly: "Sister Yiren can think that way, but I can't do it that way."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiren angrily turned her body away, her back to him.

Gu Jinchao watched her retreating figure, feeling both amused and pity.

He couldn't help but sigh, and reached out from behind to wrap his arms around that soft, delicate body.

Mu Yiren's body stiffened slightly, then softened again.

Gu Jinzhao rested his chin on her shoulder and said softly, "We grew up together since childhood, we've seen each other at our most naive, and we've weathered many storms together."

"Don't you think that a complete marriage is one that goes from acquaintance to understanding to love, and finally naturally leads to marriage?"

He paused, then added, "This is something that neither my junior sister nor I possess."

Xiao Ai is indeed prone to jealousy, but she is easily influenced and enjoys hearing romantic sweet words.

By grasping this point, we can take the initiative.

Sure enough, Mu Yiren's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, "Does Gu Lang really think that way?"

"Would I lie to Sister Yiren?"

Gu Jinzhao made her turn around and cupped her face in his hands: "If you don't believe me, I can swear to God."

Mu Yiren pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about something.

Then, he took out a stone that glowed with a faint light from his storage ring and put it in his hand.

"Take this and distribute it."

Gu Jinzhao looked down at the Truth Stone in his hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He had already guessed that Mu Yiren would make him swear an oath, but he didn't expect her to bring out the Truth Stone.

This requires concrete verification, leaving no room for ambiguity.

However, this did not affect him.

Gu Jinzhao raised his hand and held up three fingers, his expression solemn: "I, Gu Jinzhao, swear to heaven that everything I just said is true, without a single falsehood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them looked at the truth stone in his hand.

The stone lay quietly in his palm, showing no reaction, which meant he wasn't lying.

Chapter 208, Feng'er's Unexpected Intervention, Squeezed Between Two Sides (3.2K)