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Shui Ying Xue was so tense that she completely failed to notice the slight stiffness in Zhan Qian Zhao's body; her mind was solely focused on finding the thread that was stuck to the inner side of his thigh.
Worried that her movements might be too forceful, she hesitated to explore too vigorously. Instead, she held her breath and gently traced her fingertips over his skin, relying on the delicate sensation to guide her. Little did she know, this barely-there touch, like a feather brushing against the most sensitive spots, was the most provocative of all.
After a long while of searching, she still couldn't find the thread and felt a wave of frustration wash over her.
Suddenly, a thought struck her: it seemed that the other end of the red thread was tied somewhere else and wasn't tangled up, which should make it easier to locate.
But… that place…
Shui Ying Xue swallowed nervously, her hand silently retreating as she prepared to take a deep breath and reach out to search there.
However, just as her hand left his skin, he seized it tightly.
Shui Ying Xue gasped, “You… you…”
Zhan Qian Zhao's voice had lost its usual clarity; it sounded as if gravel had been poured into it, hoarse beyond measure.
“Are you done touching?”
…
Shui Ying Xue froze.
Zhan Qian Zhao pulled her waist closer and pressed himself against her. “Now it’s my turn.”
The next day, at noon.
The two of them descended the stairs with heavy dark circles under their eyes. Zhan Qian Zhao appeared relatively refreshed, while Shui Ying Xue swayed unsteadily as if walking on cotton, her steps light and unsteady.
"Have the two of you rested well?" The innkeeper's wife emerged from the kitchen, dressed in a beautiful Goose Yellow outfit, her graceful figure and charming demeanor captivating as she approached.
Zhan Qian Zhao nodded noncommittally and took the lead, stepping outside. Shui Ying Xue lagged behind a bit but was stopped by the innkeeper's wife.
"My dear, you two don’t seem like a married couple. You spend every night together in one room; surely you haven't been taken advantage of?" The innkeeper's wife asked with a concerned expression, speaking softly.
"Not at all... How did you know we aren't married?" Shui Ying Xue replied, puzzled.
The innkeeper's wife curled her lips, appearing wise to the ways of the world. "What husband would leave his wife behind to go shopping? You must not be family. If you were truly married, either the wife would be out shopping while the husband stayed at the inn, or the husband would follow closely behind."
Shui Ying Xue nodded repeatedly as if enlightened. "Yes, I..."
"She hasn't been taken advantage of, but I didn't sleep well last night. Someone pretended to be casual while touching me all over; every inch of my body was explored." Zhan Qian Zhao had somehow slipped back and leaned against Shui Ying Xue's back, speaking to the innkeeper's wife with a feigned grimness.
"Oh—" The innkeeper's voice elongated dramatically, her gaze shifting between the two with newfound interest.
Indeed, this woman exuded wealth and confidence; her attire was exquisite and hard to place. And this "husband," he was far too beautiful...
"You have it tough too!" The innkeeper's wife looked at him sympathetically before casting a glance at Shui Ying Xue that held a mix of fear and... admiration?
Zhan Qian Zhao thought to himself: I should have kept quiet.
Shui Ying Xue sighed inwardly: Please don’t jump to wild conclusions like that!
With different thoughts in mind, they left the inn under the innkeeper's cheerful farewell. Zhan Qian Zhao suddenly turned back and asked, " Ms . Shui, where exactly do you come from?"
Shui Ying Xue's heart skipped a beat as she blinked and looked into Zhan Qian Zhao's eyes.
Zhan Qian Zhao's gaze clearly conveyed a message: do not lie. He had already noticed many clues.
Zhan Qian Zhao was not a bad person; it wouldn't matter if he found out.
She steeled herself and decided to be honest: "I come from the Heavenly Palace, and you usually call me the matchmaker. I oversee the marriages and separations of mortals."
Zhan Qian Zhao raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed. "That's interesting. So what makes you different from ordinary people?"
Shui Ying Xue paused, pondering carefully.
Controlling clouds and rain? She couldn't do that.
Divination and fortune-telling? She hadn't studied it seriously.
Exorcising ghosts and capturing monsters? Let's skip that.
Feeling a bit downcast, Shui Ying Xue realized, if Zhan Qian Zhao hadn't brought it up, she wouldn't have noticed how useless she seemed: "I... I can only see people's fates in love."
Zhan Qian Zhao smiled slightly, his peach blossom eyes captivating like blooming flowers. "So you're just a rather accurate fortune teller?"
Shui Ying Xue felt as if her heart was breaking inside.
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