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Zhan Qian Zhao teased Shui Ying Xue all the way, always staying half a step ahead of her.
When Shui Ying Xue finally regained her senses after Zhan Qian Zhao's deliberate provocation, she realized that she had been brought to a place she did not recognize.
Looking up at the plaque on the grand residence before her, she asked, "Zhan Residence? Is this your home?"
Zhan Qian Zhao paused and casually pushed her against the nearby wall.
Shui Ying Xue was startled and quickly pushed him away with both hands. "What are you doing? We're at your doorstep! Aren't you afraid your parents will suddenly come out?"
Zhan Qian Zhao leaned closer, his gaze intense as he scrutinized her eyes. "Since you are a matchmaker, tell me, who is my red thread tied to?"
Shui Ying Xue hurriedly replied, "Before I met you, it was naturally tied to that Taoist."
Zhan Qian Zhao was a clever man and immediately understood why Shui Ying Xue had approached him. His expression darkened. "So, what you're saying is that I am merely a pawn for you to rectify your past mistakes?"
Shui Ying Xue sensed something was off in his tone but thought there was no grammatical error in her response. "That's right."
The corners of Zhan Qian Zhao's mouth twitched, and clouds of gloom gathered in his eyes, clearly indicating his displeasure.
"Then last night..."
Shui Ying Xue cautiously observed his expression, fearing he might act irrationally out of anger. She quickly added, almost as if answering in a rush, "That was because the end of the red thread is still tied to you."
Zhan Qian Zhao said gloomily, "Is that it? Just this?"
"..." Shui Ying Xue finally realized that speaking too much had led her to trouble, and quickly shut her mouth.
She dared not look at Zhan Qian Zhao and instead cast her gaze downward.
To her astonishment, she noticed that the red thread had somehow extended. One end was still tucked beneath his garment, while the other end had vanished into her own clothing.
Shui Ying Xue's mind was racing with frustration. As a matchmaker, she knew that if the red thread broke, it would automatically seek out its partner to reconnect. How could she dare to have such close contact with him every day?
Well, now the problem was resolved; she didn't even need to pull the red thread off. After all, her mistake had been strangely rectified.
"Hey..." A strange sense of delight bubbled up inside her as she timidly tugged at Zhan Qian Zhao, who had his back turned to her, lost in thought.
Zhan Qian Zhao suddenly turned around, his face dark as he pushed her back against the wall. His nose nearly touched hers as he spoke irritably, "So what does this mean? I’ve actually fallen for an immortal who feels nothing for me? I must be out of my mind!"
"But..." I don't dislike you!
"Enough! I'm just a mortal; of course, it's a foolish dream to think I could ever be with an immortal!" Zhan Qian Zhao's striking features looked even more beautiful in his anger, like a rose that only blooms at the right season to reveal its most vibrant petals.
"But I do like..."
"I've always thought you were different from mortals. I figured it wouldn't matter... but wait, what did you say?" Zhan Qian Zhao's anger vanished in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
The old fairy, Shui Ying Xue, felt a wave of shyness wash over her like a gentle spring breeze for the first time. She lowered her head and whispered, "I... I like you..."
Silence lingered for a long moment.
Nervously, Shui Ying Xue looked up, only to be struck dumb, her mind blank as if she had been electrocuted.
Just moments ago, she thought Zhan Qian Zhao looked most beautiful when angry; little did she know that this impression would be overturned in an instant.
Zhan Qian Zhao's smile broke through like ice melting in a warm spring sun. The corners of her eyes sparkled with the blush of peach blossoms, a delicate pink gradually spreading across her cheeks, making her appear exceptionally gentle and charming.
"Can I...?"
With a hint of amusement, Zhan Qian Zhao leaned in, her nose brushing against Shui Ying Xue's as she tilted her head slightly.
Shui Ying Xue was about to shyly respond when suddenly she felt a tightness in her throat. A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and it seemed as if her body emitted a loud "bang." When she opened her eyes again, all she could see was the top of Zhan Qian Zhao's feet.
Shui Ying Xue: "..."
Zhan Qian Zhao: "Ah!"
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