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In an instant, looking at the man before her, Ziyan seemed to be mesmerized by his beauty, as if she had forgotten everything and was frozen in place, as if someone had pressed her still point.
"Why did you leave a room between our houses?"
"Uh?"
Ziyan momentarily failed to comprehend.
"I—ask—you—why is my room not right next to yours? Why did you want to separate our rooms with one in between? It's bad enough that there's a separation; you even let Wu San and Wu Xiang live in between us?"
Ling Yuxuan looked at Ziyan, who seemed a bit dazed and somewhat infatuated, and pressed her tightly again.
"Oh!"
Finally snapping back to reality, Ziyan felt deeply embarrassed about her earlier lapse and could only helplessly roll her eyes at the man.
After adjusting her emotions in time, she said confidently, "Isn't it obvious? Of course, I don't want people talking behind our backs. After all, we are not married yet; having a room in between is still somewhat acceptable. Moreover, having them live between us allows them to take care of and protect us easily."
"Hmph! That's just making excuses. I disagree. Having Wu San and Wu Xiang living in between us is absolutely out of the question. I won’t hesitate to tell you that I've already switched with them. There are many things I can listen to you about, but this matter is non-negotiable."
Ling Yuxuan glared at his beloved one with a chilling gaze, not giving her any chance to resist. After speaking, he slowly stood up and walked closer to Ziyan.
With swift motion, he reached out his long arm and grabbed Ziyan's small hand, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Then, in an absolutely unquestionable tone, he said fiercely, "This matter is settled; you are not allowed to bring it up again."
Before Ziyan could protest, Ling Yuxuan lifted her in a princess carry and placed her on the bed, then leaned over her and trapped her.
"You can't! You can't! My parents and sister are still living under the same roof; don't act recklessly. Hurry back to your room."
Ziyan turned her head away and tried to resist. However, suddenly the image of the man wearing the Golden Mask appeared in her mind, prompting her to ask immediately, "By the way, are you still going outside the city to meet that strange person later?"
"Don't move! Silly girl, they are all asleep. I just want to spend a little more time with you. As for other matters, you don't need to worry; it's just a meeting. Do you really think your husband would run off with someone else?"
"Bah—I’m not worried at all."
"That's good then; let me hold you for a while."
Ling Yuxuan's eyes were filled with pleading at that moment.
As Ziyan gazed into those enchanting eyes, her heart couldn't help but soften again, almost instantly surrendering, her body no longer moving, allowing him to hold her and kiss her.
Thus, the two of them fell into the mire of entanglement once more, unable to extricate themselves.
Fortunately, Ling Yuxuan still retained a sliver of rationality; kisses were exchanged, touches were shared, but the final boundary was maintained.
The vows he once made to her remained deeply buried in his mind. After a period of indulgence, Ling Yuxuan still controlled himself and ultimately left the Beloved Child's room with feelings of unfulfilled desire.
He leaped straight to the well and doused himself with a basin of cold water.
The dark guards on the roof and those in the adjacent room on the second floor, Wu San and Wu Xiang, all shook their heads in disbelief at Ling Yuxuan.
As men themselves, they understood their young master’s desires; clearly, he had beauty in his arms yet could not act recklessly or cross that final line.
Wasn't this just self-inflicted torment? Yet this master seemed to revel in it, preferring a refreshing splash of cold water in the end.
…………
At midnight, Ling Yuxuan lingered for a moment looking towards Ziyan's room before soaring up to leap over the courtyard wall on the second floor and then jumping down to the street below. Finally, he sped off towards the outskirts of the city.
Unbeknownst to him, just as he left, Ziyan, accompanied by Wu San and Wu Xiang, was closely following behind.
Why didn’t Ziyan stop him earlier or ask Ling Yuxuan to take her along?
The answer was clear: she didn’t want Ling Yuxuan to be distracted.
Who was that person wearing the Golden Mask? Since Ling Yuxuan didn’t share with her, it was evident he didn’t want her to worry.
Given that, Ziyan decided not to ask. With two capable individuals by her side now, it would be better to let them help her find answers together.
Thus began Ziyan leading Wu San and Wu Xiang as they followed Ling Yuxuan.
At exactly midnight—
When Ziyan, along with Wu San and Wu Xiang, arrived at the scene, what lay before them looked as if it were being swept away by a whirlwind—
The entire forest was already filled with branches and leaves of various sizes flying everywhere. The scene was both extraordinarily beautiful and extremely chaotic.
In white robes fluttering like a celestial being, Ling Yuxuan was currently engaged in a fierce battle with a man dressed in deep purple finery and wearing a Golden Mask, both of them equally spirited.
The two were chasing and fighting each other, sometimes leaping into the air from tree branches, sometimes landing back on the ground, and at other times seeming to soar into the clouds or circling around the tops of ancient trees—
Their swords clashed continuously, emitting dazzling flashes of bright white light with each contact.
Ziyan's heart raced uncontrollably, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
The two fought vigorously for nearly two hours, lost in their intense struggle.
Ling Yuxuan was the first to sheathe his sword and step back, but the opponent remained relentless.
Just as Ling Yuxuan put away his sword, the man pointed his sword directly at Ling Yuxuan's chest.
"What’s going on?" Ziyan felt an inexplicable worry in her heart.
Seeing her Demonically Charming Man allowing someone to point a sword at his chest like this made Ziyan suddenly feel an urge to step forward and help.
"Who exactly are you? Speak or don't speak?" The man wearing the Golden Mask seemed to have exhausted all patience with Ling Yuxuan and shouted angrily through clenched teeth.
Clearly, before Ziyan and the others arrived at this place, this man had already asked Ling Yuxuan the same question; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so out of control in his fury.
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