Chapter 119

Chapter 119

◎Have you ever thought about getting married?◎

Save him.

Luo Wanqing closed her eyes, for the first time clearly sensing his plea.

Though he made no sound, said nothing, and shed no tears, she felt a deafening cry.

This cry had been lingering since that rainy night in the bamboo forest six years ago, only now reaching her with full force.

And only today did she truly hear it.

Yet she was unaware, never considering it.

For Xie Heng, she had never truly perceived or cared. Even when she knew what she was doing would push him toward death, as long as she had his consent, she wouldn't delve deeper.

Deep in her heart, from the very beginning—since the night he saved her from the assassination attempt on the crown prince—she had tacitly accepted that death was his destiny.

When she despised oppression and hated injustice, she used her limited foresight to sacrifice both Xie Heng and herself, hoping to achieve a semblance of justice and clarity.

So she pushed him toward death, watched him face it, knowing it was wrong but still feeling it was his path.

As long as he agreed, she justified pushing him toward death, even believing she was fulfilling his destiny.

She wasn't oblivious to the possibility that he might be Cui Heng, but she dared not think about it.

Every time she forced herself to consider it, any proof that "he wasn't" was immediately embraced.

Because she knew that if it were this person, there was little she could do now.

Moreover, if Cui Heng couldn't accomplish something, could she?

The moment she thought about it, she felt an insurmountable mountain standing before her.

In truth, she had always been unwilling to admit, yet had to acknowledge, that since she embarked on the path of Liu Xiniang, Cui Heng had been her invisible guardian.

She relied on him like a fledgling bird, looking up to him.

Despite her efforts to restrain such intimacy, she still found herself sinking deeper into the web he had woven.

He was too powerful, too perfect. She had seen his invincibility, and gradually, he became a towering mountain in her heart.

If he couldn't do something, she hesitated to move forward.

When she was in Yangzhou Prison, though she didn't know Li Guiyu's strength, she still wanted to fight back.

Back then, she had no choice but to bet everything on the table, facing Li Guiyu in a gamble.

But now, having gained much and seen vast depths, she felt fear.

Yet a blade must not falter.

If Cui Heng is Xie Heng, and her beloved is Xie Heng, then Cui Heng is the mountain she must climb.

She must possess a stronger will, matching his power, to defy fate and truly save him.

Just as she once heard of a sect where every disciple must defeat their master once to break psychological barriers and become fearless.

Though Cui Heng wasn't her formal master, he was indeed her guide.

She must believe she can accomplish what Cui Heng couldn't.

But how?

Killing someone is simple; just keep moving forward and draw your blade.

But saving someone?

Luo Wanqing lifted her gaze and saw Xiling nearby.

She bent down, bringing Xiling closer, placing it on her knees, and gently stroked it.

The blade was cold, with intricate patterns, and as Luo Wanqing held it, her heart slowly steadied.

Saving someone is also about drawing the blade.

Death is the worst outcome, but what difference does it make compared to the past?

This person she must save, must rescue, so she needn't overthink it. As long as her blade is swift and sharp, she has no fear, and no one can harm Xie Heng.

In the past, it was always him helping her.

At fourteen, he ascended high, controlled storms, held a vermilion brush, and with one stroke sent the Luo family to Jiangnan, giving her five years of peace.

At nineteen, he shaped her bones and forged her blade, guiding her into the Supervision Division, ensuring she had a beacon and a sword throughout her life.

Now, she can be his mountain.

Even if he deceives her, even if he refuses to acknowledge her, whether he has feelings for her or not, whether he is Xie Heng or Cui Heng, it doesn't matter.

Cui Heng's companionship was real, waiting for her at Tingfeng Tower was real, choosing her on Liufeng Island was real.

Whatever he chooses now, it is enough for her.

If he doesn't want to acknowledge her, he won't.

If he wants her to be Si Shi, she will be Si Shi.

If he fears being tied down, then there will be no ties.

She was born to be a sharp blade moving forward.

As long as the people she cherishes can live well in this world and she has enough strength to control her own life, what does his choice have to do with her?

What Cui Heng cannot do, she will do.

What Xie Heng cannot change, she will change.

She cares for this person, only wishing him well.

The rest is vast sky and boundless sea. With her sword in hand, she will find her place.

She won't leave; she cannot leave.

She cannot listen to his one-sided words. Her choices should not be decided by him.

Having thought all this through, Luo Wanqing closed her eyes.

She took a moment to compose herself, took a deep breath, stood up, went out to fetch firewood for the night, gathered herbs, cleared all traces, set some simple traps, and returned to the cave.

Upon entering the cave, she heard Xie Heng's breathing from the inner chamber.

Luo Wanqing listened intently for a moment and quickly realized something was wrong. She immediately put down the firewood and stepped into the inner chamber where Xie Heng was.

The moment she entered, Xie Heng's cold voice rang out: "Stop."

Luo Wanqing paused, lifted her gaze, and saw Xie Heng turning to look at her in the pool.

His single robe was soaked, his hair matted with water, droplets sliding down and splashing into the spring, rippling like waves in the heart.

The cave was dim, making his skin appear even paler and colder like jade. Blood stains on his clothes resembled blooming blood plums in the snow.

In his hand, he held Qianji, his ink-golden eyes filled with vigilance. He breathed lightly and asked, "Why did you come back?"

Luo Wanqing remained silent, her gaze falling on the pool water.

Though it was still daylight, the cave was dark, and she couldn't see the color of the water, but she could acutely smell the scent of blood.

Thinking about how he endured the mandala addiction in prison, Luo Wanqing instantly understood what he had done.

Her gaze fell on the Qianji in Xie Heng's hand. After a brief moment of emotion, she controlled herself and pretended nothing had happened. "Young Master, you are injured now. I found some herbs earlier. Please trust me and allow me to check your pulse."

"The true qi I gave you earlier should suffice. I told you to go find Cui Junye." Xie Heng stared at her intently. "Step back!"

"With Zhuque Envoy and the Star Spirit present, Lord Cui will be fine," Luo Wanqing said, ignoring his command and calmly undid her belt and outer robe. "Ji Ruifang cannot chase two groups simultaneously. I will guard you until tomorrow. If she comes, I won't let her get close to you. You can focus on healing."

With that, she placed her outer robe on the shore and, under Xie Heng's watchful gaze, jumped into the water, wading toward him, extending her hand. "Please return the Qianji to me so I can examine you."

Xie Heng remained silent, watching the woman before him with a calm and determined expression. She stood like a sharp, unsheathed blade, unyielding.

She was like a beacon, like a flame, drawing moths with a fatal allure.

He tightened his grip on the Qianji, even beginning to doubt if this was an illusion.

Before he could force himself to calm down, Luo Wanqing cautiously approached him.

Her presence enveloped him, her eyes fixed on his, tentatively reaching for the Qianji in his hand.

Just as she was about to touch him, Xie Heng reacted swiftly, grabbing her neck and slamming her against the stone wall, pressing the Qianji against her throat. He leaned in, his breath brushing her face, and growled, "Do you think I won't kill you, or don't you understand my meaning?"

"Young Master," Luo Wanqing gripped his hand holding the Qianji, looking into his eyes calmly, "I came to stay with you."

"Stay with me?"

Hearing this, Xie Heng laughed, his thoughts wavering, his body unconsciously drawing closer. In a low voice, he asked, "Do you know who I am, yet you dare to stay with me?"

"What kind of person am I?"

Luo Wanqing looked up at him, her question clear.

Xie Heng gazed into her beautiful eyes, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

The spring water was cold, but the mandala addiction made him feel hot.

His entire body felt as if ants were crawling over his skin, causing unbearable pain and itching. Only when he drew near her did he feel a cooling comfort, which distracted him.

He knew he shouldn't move closer, but he couldn't help it. The slender, delicate neck beneath his hand felt like tender jade, tempting him to tighten his grip.

He breathed deeply, restraining the urge to squeeze, wanting to prolong this dream. Softly, he said, "A greedy person."

"How greedy?" Luo Wanqing met his gaze.

Xie Heng's breathing grew heavier, but he didn't retreat. "Do you want to know?"

"Yes."

"If you know," Xie Heng lowered his head, his lips lingering near hers, testing, "can you give?"

"I can," Luo Wanqing murmured, understanding what he wanted, "as long as I have it and you want it."

Xie Heng's eyes flickered, hesitating to speak.

They stared at each other for a long time. Then, he tentatively raised his finger and gently touched her forehead.

This was Dao Sect's exorcism seal. His gaze shifted, and he spoke uncertainly, "Then I want you to stay today."

"All right," Luo Wanqing replied softly.

"I want you to have me in your heart."

"Alright."

"I want you to let go of Jiang Shaoyan."

"Alright."

"I want you to see only me," Xie Heng finally spoke seriously, his tone carrying a hint of pressure, "hear only my voice, speak only to me, smile only for me, and be good only to me."

"I'll try."

"I want you to belong solely to me."

"Alright."

"What if I want you to die?!" Xie Heng suddenly dragged her forward, his voice filled with uncontrollable emotion. "Die with me?!"

"Then we'll die together." Luo Wanqing smiled without any hesitation.

Xie Heng froze, unable to speak further.

His breathing became rapid as he stared at the person before him, seeing the fearless and unafraid look in her eyes, watching her look up at him. Suddenly, he felt like he was dreaming.

Or perhaps it was an illusion.

Luo Wanqing wouldn't respond like this.

Luo Wanqing wouldn't come back.

She was so smart; she should have known his identity from the first glance.

The injuries on his body were too obvious; she had noticed his hands. There were so many clues, and she could see through them all at once.

If she knew—

If she knew that he was the Xie Heng who had abandoned her time and time again.

If she knew that he was the Xie Heng who tricked her into pushing herself to death and wanted to continue deceiving her, how could she come back? How could she look at him with such calm and determined eyes?

It's an illusion.

An illusion caused by the mandala incense, just like his repeated illusions.

In fact, she had already left long ago. She was always rational, calm, and measured. Like everyone else, she would abandon him at the right moment, easily giving up on him.

She could carefully weigh the risks when Cui Heng gambled everything on her, ultimately delaying until it was too late to reach Tingfenglou.

She could regain her composure so quickly after Cui Heng's death, calmly meeting him again in Ji Rui Palace.

How could such a Luo Wanqing stay?

She had already left earlier; what came back was his illusion.

His mental defenses crumbled under this realization. He couldn't help but raise his hand, slowly threading it through her hair and holding the back of her head.

"What if I want you?"

He blurted out.

Luo Wanqing's gaze shifted slightly. Seeing the unhidden desire in his eyes, her heart trembled, but she still responded, "Alright."

Hearing this, Xie Heng laughed softly, lowering his head.

The hand holding the back of her head tightened, and he said with a laugh, "Alright?"

As he spoke, his expression changed instantly, and he pushed Luo Wanqing into the water, causing a splash. He shouted coldly, "Then come!"

The icy spring water rushed into her mouth and nose, and Luo Wanqing held her breath, instinctively struggling.

Xie Heng watched her struggle indifferently, as if it was within his expectations. He couldn't control himself and pressed her face against his body underwater.

"Isn't everything yours to give? Didn't you say alright? Then come!" His voice echoed amidst the roaring water, reaching Luo Wanqing's ears, laced with a hint of madness. She paused, vaguely understanding what he wanted.

Her heart trembled, feeling his hand pressing her face against his body, facing him directly for the first time.

She knew he was forcing her, trying to drive her away. She clenched her fingers tightly, listening to him shout through the water, "Do you think this is something good? Do you think I'm a good person? Xiniang, don't speak unless you can do it perfectly. Don't open your mouth unless you're committed. You think I am..."

Before he finished, his voice abruptly stopped, and the entire cave fell silent.

The hand gripping Luo Wanqing's hair tightened unconsciously. He held his breath tightly, his muscles tensing, staring in disbelief at the underwater scene.

A woman like a water spirit, her hair floating in the water, swaying gently with her movements, coming closer and then farther away.

She knelt halfway at the bottom of the water, her hand lightly clinging to the corner of his clothes. As the air in her lungs dissipated, her fingers tightened, as if gripping his heart, tightening and hurting.

The warmth mingling with the spring water made Xie Heng involuntarily hunch his back, feeling a tingling sensation rush from his tailbone to the top of his head.

It's an illusion.

The icy spring water amplified all his senses, and in the interplay of cold and warmth, he finally confirmed.

This must be an illusion.

But this time, the illusion was stronger and more real than ever before.

His breathing quickened, and something inside him collapsed.

This is just an illusion; why should he endure it?

It wasn't the first time, and it wasn't as if he was forcing her; it was just an illusion.

Just an illusion.

This thought reached its peak as she tried to pull away due to a lack of oxygen.

He suddenly realized so clearly that he didn’t want her to go.

He didn’t want her to go at all.

He wanted her, wanted to keep her, wanted to possess her.

He didn’t want to be abandoned again, didn’t want to be left alone once more.

His mother had left him.

His brother, his sister, everyone had left him.

They all believed he was strong enough, resilient enough, that he could handle everything on his own, fulfill all their expectations.

But no.

He wanted her.

He wanted this illusion, this splendid and passionate person.

He wanted to completely possess her, make her forever belong only to him.

He could.

With just an illusion, he didn’t need to hold back; he could do anything.

Anything.

This thought made him lose control entirely. He pulled her out from under the water, pinned her against the wall, and the sound of tearing fabric echoed as he pushed in.

Pain appeared simultaneously on both of them; Luo Wanqing let out a muffled groan, and Xie Heng noticed the slippery sensation, his eyes darkening instantly.

She wanted him.

This realization stimulated him. He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back, and delivered a fierce kiss.

The moment his lips touched hers, he lost control completely. He pressed her hard against the wall, despite the resistance and difficulty, he stubbornly and intensely forced his way in, colliding with her.

Blood and water mixed, turning into a muddy path. Water droplets splashed and fell, like jade beads hitting a plate.

Clattering sounds mingled with kisses and necks touching.

Like fireworks suddenly exploding in the night, they bloomed magnificently amidst the searing pain.

"Does it hurt?"

He held her face against the wall and entered her again from behind.

In the midst of the pain, he gripped her hair, pressed his cheek against hers, and panted, "It's this painful. Luo Wanqing, being with me is this painful, but you’re too late."

He held her chin, forcing her to turn around, to receive him fully, not giving her any chance to respond, biting her, "Too late."

He belonged to her now; she couldn’t abandon him.

She couldn’t leave, she couldn’t go.

Too late.

Luo Wanqing, listening to his words, had no chance to speak. She couldn’t catch a breath; her sobs were either captured by his lips or touched by his fingertips.

He demanded too much, too crazily.

He wanted every inch of their skin to touch, every breath to intertwine, wanted this person to merge completely with him.

He unleashed all the hidden ugliness within him, displaying it all on her, using one pain after another to tell her clearly what kind of despicable person he was.

And for the first time, she truly felt his strength and extremity, wave after wave crashing over her, making her unable to stand steadily, unable to breathe.

Under this extreme pressure, she also felt a nearly deformed attachment, making it hard for her to extricate herself.

She heard him call her name repeatedly, switching between Xiniang and Qing Qing. At that moment, she finally understood Cui Heng belatedly.

In the past, between the sheets, he always remained fully clothed, treating her with utmost gentleness, caring only about her losing control, never about himself.

What he wanted was this dependence, this need.

He craved her indulgence, her attachment, her descent.

Because that was the only time when Cui Heng could completely possess her.

She would forget her hatred, Li Guiyu, the past, and see only him.

Just like Xie Heng now, she clearly sensed his loss of control, his immersion, and all his reactions made her feel indispensable.

At this moment, he put everything aside; she was his deity, his everything.

This attachment was too intoxicating, even the pain turned into a kind of stimulation. She desperately matched his intensity, soothing his agitated emotions. In the end, he lifted his hand to her neck, urgently calling her.

"Look at me," he panted, forcing her to turn around, "Xiniang, see me clearly."

Luo Wanqing turned to look at him. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his usually cold eyes seemed to glisten with moisture, clear and calm yet hiding a hint of madness.

Like a deep sea, seemingly tranquil on the surface, yet hinting at turbulent waves beneath.

His hand tightened around her neck, slowly constricting as the lack of oxygen made her body tense. Suffocation clouded her mind, and she gasped for air.

He watched this vivid illusion, feeling her tighten around him, as if determined to entwine with him until death. This realization pushed him closer to ecstasy, making him tremble with excitement.

"Don't regret it."

As they reached their climax together, he held her tightly, his voice hoarse. "Liu Xiniang, remember me. Don't regret it."

Remember that Cui Heng existed.

Don't regret turning back to find Xie Heng today.

Liu Xiniang.

Without words, she understood exactly what he meant in that moment.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as she lifted her hand to grasp his, intertwining their fingers.

"No regrets."

Luo Wanqing turned her head and kissed him. "I'm glad I met you."

Hearing this, Xie Heng's eyes flickered. After a long pause, he leaned down and gently kissed the wound on her lips.

Everything began without warning yet felt inevitable. Luo Wanqing initially thought it was inappropriate but couldn't stop what was happening.

They returned from the water to the cave. This time, Luo Wanqing's pain subsided, and she tried to control her pleasure, listening to Lian Qing and Zuisi outside, alert and vigilant. She cautiously sent her inner energy into his body.

Though she wasn't sure of the extent of Xie Heng's injuries, if he couldn't even defend against Xingling, it was clear it wasn't minor.

With limited herbs available, the best way to heal him was through the Yin Moon Sutra.

Her inner energy entered him gently, like warm water, making him comfortable. They were already familiar with each other's energies, and Xie Heng didn't set any defenses. Still, when the energy entered, he suddenly paused.

All his movements stopped, and Luo Wanqing looked up at him, puzzled. He stared back, seemingly in disbelief, his eyes deep and restrained.

"Young Master?"

Luo Wanqing spoke instinctively.

This title brought Xie Heng back to reality. He lowered his gaze, saying nothing, only nodding faintly. "Mm."

As she spoke, she felt him guiding her inner energy into his body and then sending it back.

She knew he was cooperating and began circulating the Yin Moon Sutra.

They circulated their inner energies back and forth, accompanied by gentle kisses, repeatedly reaching new heights of bliss.

In the final moment, Luo Wanqing poured all her inner energy into him, entering his Qi Sea, and then surged out again.

The instant the energy returned, Luo Wanqing felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, like a mighty sea rushing in, before settling into calmness. She felt light and refreshed, knowing the Yin Moon Sutra had been completed.

Xie Heng's complexion visibly improved, and he rested on either side of her, sweat dripping from his face. He looked at her, as if wanting to say something but ultimately remained silent.

They lay in silence for a while, until he closed his eyes and leaned against her chest, saying nothing.

Her heartbeat was rapid, and he listened quietly.

They lay on the ground, listening to the crackling fire until her heartbeat slowed.

Luo Wanqing thought he might have fallen asleep and gently moved out from under him.

Xie Heng seemed exhausted, not waking even with such movement, lying on the ground silently, deeply asleep.

Luo Wanqing quickly washed herself and returned, clean. Seeing Xie Heng still lying there, she sat beside him and threw some herbs into the fire.

The smoke from the burning herbs filled the cave. As she felt the new true qi flowing smoothly through her veins, she pondered their future path.

She had just completed the Yin Moon Sutra, so Xie Heng should have completed the Flame Sun Sutra, which would help heal him.

It was now just after dark, and with Ji Ruifang's search skills in the forest, they might find them tonight. Should they stay in the cave or leave?

Luo Wanqing glanced at Xie Heng, realizing the decision depended on his condition.

If Xie Heng could hold on, it would be better to keep them at bay.

But if he couldn't...

Luo Wanqing looked outside the cave; they would have to defend it.

She considered this, listening to Xie Heng's steady breathing, confirming he was asleep, and then placed her hand on his pulse.

His skin was burning hot. Luo Wanqing knew this temperature wasn't just due to the mandala but indicated a high fever.

High fever wasn't fatal for martial artists—

in fact, for someone like Xie Heng, who could reshape bones and expel toxins, most injuries wouldn't threaten their lives.

The most crucial thing for them was preserving their vital energy.

Vital energy was the source of inner strength, and inner strength was the foundation of martial arts.

As long as the true essence remained, lost inner strength could be regained. With inner strength, healing would be much faster.

At this moment, Xie Heng's true essence was clearly unstable, but fortunately, the inner strength she had transferred during their cultivation was helping to stabilize it.

This was a critical moment for him to restore his true essence. Moving him now would be disastrous, potentially causing permanent damage.

If his true essence was damaged, he would become a sieve, unable to retain enough inner strength to heal.

"Stay or go?"

Hesitating, Xie Heng's voice rang out.

Luo Wanqing was startled and looked over, only to see that Xie Heng still had his eyes closed, no different from before.

Luo Wanqing was taken aback and then reluctantly withdrew her hand.

She hadn't expected Xie Heng to wake up at this moment, and for a while, she didn't know how to face him. She could only habitually ask, "Are you awake?"

"Mm."

Xie Heng did not open his eyes, but Luo Wanqing suddenly realized—

He was awake, yet he let her see his true pulse.

Noticing this, Luo Wanqing couldn't help but look again.

Xie Heng sensed her gaze but kept his eyes closed.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued with his eyes closed, "If you want to leave, don't worry about my condition; Wei Qianqiu will have a way out. If you stay, you'll have to guard me alone until my true essence is fully restored."

"Young Master, you're letting me choose?"

Luo Wanqing found it strange, but Xie Heng calmly said, "Choose."

These words stirred something in Luo Wanqing's heart.

He had always arranged their paths, and this was the first time he was letting her choose.

She thought seriously for a moment, then looked suspiciously at the prone Xie Heng.

Xie Heng was known for his lies, and she dared not believe what he said about Wei Qianqiu having a solution.

But if she stayed...

Luo Wanqing frowned.

What she cared about wasn't guarding alone, but if she stayed here, Ji Ruifang would surely attack with all her forces.

Yet there were still two hundred people in Ji Rui Palace...

"Young Master."

Luo Wanqing, deep in thought, spoke slowly, "If someone follows their predetermined path step by step, will they inevitably reach the final outcome?"

"Only by taking the last step will they reach the ultimate conclusion."

Xie Heng instantly understood what she meant and said calmly, "Xiniang, killing these five hundred people should not be considered a crime."

Upon hearing this, Luo Wanqing immediately understood.

In fact, three hundred people were already dead, and whether it was two hundred more or less made little difference to Xie Heng's guilt.

Moreover, they had defied the Supervision Division and attempted to assassinate Xie Heng, which warranted death. If killing them would become Xie Heng's crime, then Xie Heng would not die because of his crimes but due to fabricated charges.

Xie Heng was not dying because of those specific crimes.

The uncertain future was less important than the present.

Xie Heng's words couldn't be fully trusted, and Wei Qianqiu might not have a solution. Ensuring Xie Heng rested well and preserved his true essence was the most crucial thing now.

Luo Wanqing looked at the fire in front of her and made her decision.

"I'll stay here and guard Young Master."

Xie Heng closed his eyes and acknowledged, as if he had already guessed her choice.

After a moment, he propped himself up, sat cross-legged, and extended his hand toward her, "Come here; I'll guide you through your breathing exercises."

Luo Wanqing glanced at him, stood up, and calmly sat down opposite Xie Heng.

Xie Heng immediately noticed the bruises and marks around her neck. He lowered his gaze, not daring to look further, and pretended calmness, "Your Yin meridians are now complete. Once you fully refine Xie Minran's inner strength, you can hold off Ji Ruifang for half an hour. Unless something unexpected happens, I will restore my true essence by dawn tomorrow. If she comes late, that's perfect. If she comes too early, you'll have to stop her."

"Yes."

Luo Wanqing understood Xie Heng's intention and responded coldly.

Xie Heng fell silent, seemingly wanting to say something but unsure how to start.

After a long pause, he finally said, "If you can't stop her, don't force it; just call me."

This alternative plan made Luo Wanqing raise her eyes. She looked at him, momentarily transported back to the battle on Purple Clouds Mountain near East Capital, when Cui Heng followed behind her.

Her heart stirred, but she showed no emotion and softly replied, "I understand."

Hearing her response, Xie Heng remained silent.

He held her hand, looking at her palm without speaking.

Luo Wanqing waited for a while, feeling somewhat puzzled, "Young Master?"

"Luo Wanqing." He seemed to have thought for a long time before calling out her real name.

Surprised, Luo Wanqing looked at him, then saw him lift his eyes, his calm and indifferent expression tinged with a hint of unease, "Have you ever thought about marriage?"

Xie Heng: "You came to keep me company? Stay away from me; I don’t need it!"

His body blocks the path, pressing closely.

Luo Wanqing: "…emmm, Young Master, your words are quite harsh, but your body still loves me. Could you maybe get them to agree?"

"Mini Scene · 2"

Xie Heng: "I think we’re not suitable for each other; stay away from me!"

Luo Wanqing: "Actually, we can also be friends and finish this journey together, which would be nice too."

Xie Heng: "Do you want to get married?"

Luo Wanqing: "…aren’t you changing the subject a bit too abruptly?"

"Mini Scene · 3"

After doing all sorts of bad things, Xie Heng lies on the ground, not daring to move.

He is a responsible person with strong execution skills.

So during the time he lies there,

he has already thought of names for their children.

I was penning "neck kiss," but nearly jotted down "neck" as in "neck of a bosom friend" instead.

Thinking about it, it fits too.

Reading for fun, let’s all relax a bit, okay~~~

I usually consider 3~4 chapters as one complete plot, with climax scenes starting at around 1.4K characters. It’s better to read them in one go, so feel free to stock up and enjoy.