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Moments later, he seemed dissatisfied with the status quo, his hands undoing the last line of defense on my body.
"Is it okay?"
That magnetic voice echoed in my ear, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
Blushing, I nodded slightly, and he no longer held back as he entered me.
I let out a muffled sound, as if it were our secret language.
He surged forward as if he had received confirmation.
It was so intense that I could hardly bear it, repeatedly pleading for him to stop, hoping he would release me.
The overwhelming tide crashed upon me like a storm, swaying me like a wooden boat adrift at sea.
Finally, after he released me, he softened.
"If it weren't for this thing in my stomach, I would really want to devour you whole."
I lay there weak and powerless, yet my mind wandered to thoughts of revenge.
What I responded with was, "If I weren't so weak right now, then the knife under my pillow should be at your forehead."
He didn't get angry; instead, he smiled and reached out to brush the sticky strands of hair from my face. Leaning down, he kissed me gently and said, "Sleep now."
His cool body enveloped me in his embrace.
This was the most powerful sleeping pill of all time; it didn’t linger at all. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep.
After a deep sleep, I woke up once again.
The moment my consciousness cleared, I turned over and sat up in bed.
Looking around at the familiar surroundings, I realized I was still in the prison. The space beside me was empty, and his figure was indeed absent.
It was just a dream.
Otherwise, how could he have treated me so gently? He was still him—the Mu Xuanche who had been so terribly wronged by my grandfather. How could he possibly treat me with such tenderness?
Knowing it was all just a dream, I prepared to get up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a strand of hair nearby. This wasn't my hair.
My hair wasn't this black; it had a slight yellowish tint.
Could it be that he really had been here?
I frantically searched for any traces, desperate to find evidence that he had visited, but there was nothing.
Exhausted, I leaned against the wall and sank down. He truly hadn't come; this was real.
Suddenly, someone came to mind.
I sprang up from the floor and rushed to the adjacent cell.
I banged on the iron door with all my might. “Uncle He, Uncle He, are you in there?”
“Oh dear, it’s you again! I just had a dream about Duke Zhou and was going to ask him where my future wife is. And now you show up—how annoying!”
Since the last incident, the big man had not locked He Zhi Yong up again; it was his own choice to stay here.
I unlocked the chain, opened the door, and walked in.
"Uncle He, I'm really sorry to disturb you. I just have one question. As long as you answer me, I'll leave," I said.
He shook his head disdainfully, looking at me with a hint of annoyance. "You better make sure that once you ask, you won't linger around."
"Okay," I nodded.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Alright, go ahead and ask."
"Uncle He, I know that even though you're sleeping, everything that happens in this cell can't escape your eyes. Please tell me, during my time here, has anyone else come to the cell?"
He stared at me, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning.
"Do you really want to know?"
Oh dear, this Old Fox! If I didn't want to know, why would I even ask him?
Now it was my turn to inquire; there was no choice but to yield to him.
"Yes, Uncle He, I truly want to know. I'm counting on you to tell me."
With my attitude lowered to its lowest point, he finally spoke up with satisfaction.
"Fine then. Since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you: no one has come by, but a ghost did visit."
He added mysteriously, "And it was a Great Ghost—a really powerful Great Ghost."
"Ghost,"
"What ghost do you have, Uncle He? Is it Mu Xuanche?"
He shot me a glare. "How could it possibly be him? Mine is Island Master. A while ago, Island Master came here for a stroll and then left. I had just woken up after a date with Duke Zhou when I saw him."
"Are you sure?" I asked again.
This time, I managed to irritate him. "You little girl, if you don't believe me, then don't come asking! And still doubt me!"
"Come on, let me out, Uncle! Don't disturb my date with Duke Zhou!"
With that, he pushed and shoved me out.
With a loud bang, the door closed behind me.
I returned to the cell and carefully checked everything again, but still found nothing.
It was indeed just a dream. Shaking my head, I scolded myself for being so foolish.
The air still felt thick with lingering ambiguity, and not wanting to stay any longer, I hurriedly left the cell.
When I got back to the wooden house, Mingyue looked like she was about to cry. She seemed different this time—particularly weak and clingy.
I wondered if it was because of Shangguan Zili's death; without her loved ones, she had become especially fragile.
Seeing me return, she rushed over and hugged me tightly.
"Yan Xi, where have you been all afternoon? I've searched the entire island and still couldn't find you!"
He wrapped his arm around her hand, pulling her into his embrace. "I just found a place to take a nap; it's nothing serious."
The burly man furrowed his brow in anger, glaring at Shangguan Mingyue. Then he glanced at me, looking somewhat aggrieved.
"What’s wrong, big guy?" I asked.
He pouted, "That terrifying woman almost killed me because she couldn't find you."
I looked down at Shangguan Mingyue, who was hiding in my arms, too afraid to meet the man's gaze. It was clear he wasn't lying.
"I'm sorry, big guy. She just arrived and doesn't feel safe," I explained.
"Hmph, I won't hold it against her. Come in and eat," he replied.
Knowing that the tension had eased, I led Mingyue inside for dinner. Mingyue was a foodie, and the big guy's cooking skills were exceptional.
As soon as she took her first bite, she was completely captivated. She praised the big guy with every mouth ful, making his face flush with pride.
"If you like it, eat more! If it's not enough, I'll make more," he said.
Two people without any ulterior motives quickly dissolved the earlier awkwardness. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over us.
The food I had just swallowed silently fell back into the bowl.
Then, I was shocked.
Because someone had sat down next to me—it was the Island Master.
Mingyue secretly stepped on my foot and asked who that was.
I whispered back to her, "Don't ask so much, that's the Island Master. Be careful."
Perhaps startled by my expression, she obediently lowered her head to eat.
As for the Island Master personally coming to dine, the big man remained calm, bringing a bowl of red broth and placing it in front of the Island Master.
He leisurely picked up the soup to drink, not even glancing at me.
I silently cursed his arrogance in my heart while my eyes kept stealing glances at him.
His presence made the atmosphere at the dining table somewhat strange.
The originally cheerful ambiance turned into Zhao An'an quietly focusing on her meal.
When he finished his bowl of soup and stood up to leave the table, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After his figure disappeared, I could finally pick up my bowl and eat properly, feeling a bit impatient.
But the big man snatched the bowl from my hands, pulling me along and glaring at me. "Why aren't you going yet?"
I stared at him in confusion. "Going where?"
He winked at me with great effort, and I suddenly realized.
"Thank you, big guy," I said, expressing my gratitude before rushing out.
As I reached the edge of the beach, I spotted a red dot in the distance. The only person daring enough to smoke on the island was the Island Master. I ran toward that direction.
Just as I was about to get closer, I felt a bit nervous and tripped over a stone on the ground, falling forward.
Fortunately, he caught me just in time.
"You can't even walk properly; no wonder even Jin Ping can bully you," he remarked with his sharp tongue. His words were so infuriating because they held a grain of truth.
As he helped me up, it was already dark, and I could barely make out his face. Only when he took a deep drag from his cigarette did the glowing tip illuminate his features slightly.
"Island Master..."
After uttering those two words, I hesitated to continue. I didn't know what to say next.
Silence stretched on for a long time; all that remained was the sound of my heartbeat and breathing, along with the roaring waves ahead.
He finally spoke up, "Ask whatever you want; I'll give you one question."
Mu Xuanche once asked me the same thing, allowing only one question.
Now, with everything changed, I could only manage a bitter smile.
"Alright, I want to know about my parents."
Without hesitation, my greatest concern was my parents; everything else could wait.
"Don't you want to know about your husband?" he asked me.
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