After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

To lower one's guard against the enemy is tantamount to courting one's own destruction.

Yin Huaixi could not possibly not understand this simple truth, but she was truly... charmed by Sang Che's words.

Is the plot getting stronger?

Yin Huaixi remained silent, as if she were deeply hurt, and took two steps back.

She pressed her fingers slightly against her palm, her expression somber.

"Huaixi, are you disgusted by my dirtiness?"

Unexpectedly, Sang Che suddenly thought in this direction, and Yin Huaixi quickly waved her hand.

"I...I didn't..."

She's not that brave; how could she dare?

Having read the original novel, Yin Huaixi was certain and certain that as long as she dared to say even a single bad word about Sang Che, this little black sesame dumpling, she would be fine.

She'll be tied up when she opens her eyes tomorrow.

Throw them into a cave full of centipedes, spiders, and venomous snakes, lock them up for three days and three nights, and don't give them food.

True to Sang Che's style in her novels, she wouldn't simply let the person she hates die; instead, she would poison, then detoxify, then poison again! Detoxify!

Once the person's body develops resistance to the poison, Sang Che will implant a Gu worm in him, turning him into a complete puppet.

Let it be.

Sang Che's gloomy expression brightened again. She stretched out her palm, and a butterfly flew out of the window without disturbing their tranquility.

"If that's the case, then sleep with me."

"I'm sleepy."

Seemingly anticipating what Yin Huaixi was about to say, Sang Che turned around even faster than her and walked briskly towards the bed.

"You're so warm... I want to hold you while I sleep."

"May I?"

Yin Huaixi remained silent.

Where did she get the right to refuse?

Following closely behind Sang Che, Yin Huaixi took off her outer garment, as she had been sleeping in the same bed with Sang Che for the past few days.

But today, Yin Huaixi was not as open and honest as before.

She's so preoccupied with her own affairs, what if Sang Che finds out?

I just covered myself with the blanket.

Yin Huaixi felt a warm touch on her waist; Sang Che's hands, which she didn't know where he had covered, were not cold.

Sang Che's body was tightly embraced, and he pressed his face against Yin Huaixi's back. She felt the wrinkles in the fabric and her breathing became deep and shallow.

This feeling, like being tickled by a feather, is truly unpleasant.

Yin Huaixi couldn't sleep at all...

In a daze, she didn't know how many hours had passed, but Sang Che's grip on her tightened.

My entire waist was sore from being pulled so tightly.

Yin Huaixi almost couldn't breathe.

She twisted her neck with difficulty and looked back at Sang Che's peaceful sleeping face. The nameless anger that had surged in her heart suddenly subsided.

no way…

If you disregard the events in the original story, Sang Che's appearance is truly incapable of making you angry at him.

It might even stir up a desire to indulge, as if the other person could do whatever they wanted because of that face…

Stop! Stop!

When did she fall into the trap of "her values ​​following her appearance"?

Yin Huaixi, who had been trying to pry Sang Che's increasingly cold arm with her fingers, stopped. She even kindly tugged at Sang Che's wrinkled sleeves with her hand hidden under the covers.

Well... sometimes she really admires herself for doing such stupid things!

While internally resisting, they still went through the motions of showing concern.

Yin Huaixi even unconsciously checked whether Sang Che's collar had been rubbed open.

As soon as she leaned her head closer, Sang Che seemed to sense her presence, and his moist lips came close, as if he wanted to kiss her nose.

Yin Huaixi initially leaned back, trying to avoid it, but then she remembered that the beds in this simple inn were so small that it was barely enough for two people to squeeze in.

If she turned her back, it wouldn't be a matter of having a place to hide; instead, the back of her head would make direct contact with the wall.

When she falls, she will feel pain.

After a moment of hesitation, Sang Che bit down hard. It was unclear what she was dreaming about, but she bit down quite forcefully.

A slight stinging sensation on the bridge of her nose made Yin Huaixi's heart pound. The alluring fragrance once again filled her nostrils.

Yin Huaixi seemed to be intoxicated by it all.

She had initially thought that Sang Che would be repulsed by his touch, but her body became so weak and powerless that Yin Huaixi felt dizzy.

Just once.

Sang Che didn't continue. Her long eyelashes remained closed, covering her lower eyelids, and she still looked like she was sleeping soundly.

Yin Huaixi was left unable to sleep all night.

Having been here for twenty years, Yin Huaixi had never been flirted with like this before. The distance she had always maintained with her cool and restrained demeanor had been repeatedly broken by Sang Che, leaving Yin Huaixi helpless.

This feeling is really awful.

She... must not get involved.

It's impossible for them to get trapped!

...

The next day, the morning sun shone on the wooden window paper, and birds sang sweetly in the mountains.

Riding a tall horse with a curved sword at his waist, Lü Panshan arrived at the inn his subordinates had mentioned, intending to see Sang Che in person.

Within this Miao region, poisonous insects can be directly controlled without the need for Gu magic.

Only Sang Che could do that.

This time, Lü Panshan wore traditional Miao clothing, with a headscarf and silver earrings.

He's lost some of his bandit-like air.

"Young Master, let's not go in! The Holy Maiden really gets angry... even the High Priest can't stop her."

"The chieftain will also punish the young chieftain!"

Lü Panshan didn't take it seriously.

He reached out and shook off the subordinate who was grabbing his sleeve, turned around, and spoke in a harsh tone.

"This is my territory. No matter how capable Sang Che is, he still has to bow down to me."

"If I can't touch her when she's here, does that mean I can't even speak to her here?"

"absurd!"

...

The bustling noise outside the inn naturally woke up Sang Che, who was a light sleeper.

She propped herself up on the blankets and sat up.

Wrapped in the blanket, Yin Huaixi slept soundly. When she noticed Sang Che getting up, she instinctively reached out with her fingers.

My wrist was touched like this.

Sang Che couldn't help but smile and chuckle.

This was the first time Yin Huaixi had shown such reluctance to part with her.

A thought suddenly popped into my head: I really wanted to cherish this moment.

"Don't stop me, even if my own father came, I'm still going in! She killed two of my brothers for no reason..."

The annoying noise started again.

The joy between Sang Che's brows was concealed, and she irritably fiddled with her long, black hair.

The emerald green vessel placed beside the pillow was covered by Sang Che's pale, almost blood-red hand, and the lid was quickly opened.

A jet-black insect perched obediently on its owner's fingertip, not fluttering its wings to fly even though it had gained its freedom.

They were extremely obedient.

Sang Che touched the insect's back with his fingers, raised his fingers, and spoke softly to the black insect with his thin lips.

"Go."

"My good child, you know what to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the insect left Sang Che's fingertip and flew out the window.

Having sat for too long, Sang Che's bare shoulder was almost ice-cold. Instead of pulling her robe up, she lay back down on the couch.

Turning her head, Sang Che's hand instinctively reached out to touch Yin Huaixi's warm body, and she was finally satisfied.

Sang Che moved even closer, nuzzling Yin Huaixi's forehead, which was hidden by her messy hair, with the tip of his nose against hers, his expression full of tenderness.

She kissed him.