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Shui Ying Xue had spent over a thousand years in the Heavenly Palace, never once appearing disheveled or with dirty hands.
However, aside from that, her mission as a matchmaker to save the enchanted young man had started off quite successfully.
Zhan Qian Zhao followed her as she turned left and right, leading him into a secluded alley and into an inn.
The innkeeper's wife, dressed in pink, greeted them warmly and asked, "Welcome, gentlemen. Would you like one room or two? Our inn is celebrating its anniversary, and we are offering free meals for all guests!"
Shui Ying Xue turned to Zhan Qian Zhao and playfully winked at him, saying, "She just got married to the eldest son of a Scholarly Family, so she won't charge us for meals."
This was the beauty of being a matchmaker; she had a hand in the marriages of countless people. After connecting others for so long, it felt only right to take a small advantage for herself.
Zhan Qian Zhao absentmindedly replied with a "Hmm," looking at the innkeeper's wife while extending a finger to say, "One room will be fine."
The innkeeper's wife handed over the key, and Shui Ying Xue followed Zhan Qian Zhao upstairs.
It was only when they reached the door that she suddenly realized something was off. She quickly exclaimed, "Wait, why are we sharing a room?"
Zhan Qian Zhao kept his head down, focused on unlocking the door. A strand of hair slipped from behind his neck and fell into his shirt, his dark hair contrasting sharply with his fair skin, creating an alluring image. He replied casually, "I didn't bring enough money."
"But..." But I have money! I gathered a large handful of Spirit Stones for this trip down to the mortal realm. I heard that Spirit Stones are worth ten thousand times more than gold bars. How could you think so little of me that you wouldn't even ask for my opinion?
With a heart full of grievances, Shui Ying Xue followed Zhan Qian Zhao into the room and closed the door behind them.
As she turned her head, all the words got stuck in her throat, unable to rise or fall. Her face flushed red, and she could only keep pinching her thigh, silently warning herself to restrain a little.
In the moment she turned, Zhan Qian Zhao had already shed his dusty outer robe, revealing a thin, form-fitting spring shirt in a vibrant green that clung to his body, exposing a large area of fair skin at the back of his neck.
He had his back to her, holding a hairpin as he tilted his head to gather his waist-length black hair into a high bun. The shirt clung tightly to his waist with every movement of his arm, and Shui Ying Xue couldn’t help but think of the phrase “A Delicate Grip.”
This man was indeed stunning from head to toe.
Zhan Qian Zhao finished tying his hair and turned around, catching sight of Shui Ying Xue staring blankly at his waist. A knowing smile flickered in his eyes.
He began to take an interest in this girl who had inexplicably saved him and was now following him around like a lost puppy. He asked, “What’s wrong? Are you dissatisfied with something?”
“No…” Shui Ying Xue replied dazedly.
If anyone were to ask Shui Ying Xue why she was following Zhan Qian Zhao, she would never admit that she was actually a celestial lecher who couldn’t change direction at the sight of such exquisite beauty.
The half red thread on Zhan Qian Zhao’s body had yet to be removed; sometimes Shui Ying Xue could only catch a glimpse of its end fluttering beneath the hem of his clothes, but when she looked closely, it would vanish from sight.
She eagerly followed him, constantly telling herself that once the red thread was removed, she could return to the heavenly realm.
However, at this moment, as Zhan Qian Zhao took off his outer robe, she realized that the simple act of removing the red thread… was surprisingly difficult.
Shui Ying Xue widened her eyes in disbelief as she stared at Zhan Qian Zhao's groin area.
One end of the red thread was unknowingly tied somewhere by her, while the other end spiraled down from his thigh, wrapping around his knee. To her surprise, the thread had ended up tangled on the inner side of his thigh, stuck there and refusing to budge.
How was she supposed to retrieve the red thread from that part of the man?
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