After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

The next day, after Lin Ling arrived at Lingxiu Pavilion, she had just opened the window when the man behind her suddenly called out to her.

"You idiot, turn around first."

Lin Ling turned around blankly, "What's wrong—"

Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him knelt down straight down without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Ling stared in surprise. He rushed over to help him up, but when he tugged at the man's arm, he couldn't budge it.

I don't know what this man ate to grow up so strong, he's got that bull-like vigor.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ling was startled. Why was she kneeling before him all of a sudden?

Wu Ren said, "Please forgive me."

Lin Ling slowly typed a question mark, "Huh?"

"I didn't mean to watch you shower when I barged into your room earlier—"

Lin Ling suddenly realized what the man was talking about, blushed, and stepped forward to cover the man's mouth.

He looked around nervously, thankfully it was early morning and there was no one in the shop yet.

If someone heard this, he'd be too ashamed to live anymore.

Xi Chun, who was sorting goods, paused, her expression very complicated.

It was he who went to the Princess's residence to invite Princess Zhaoren over. At that time, the servants of the Princess's residence surrounded their young master and protected him.

In his haste, he did notice that the thief seemed to have white hair, but he never imagined that the thief would be Wu Ren.

After all, their young master's overflowing affections were all focused on this white-haired man, and the two had such a close relationship—who would have thought?

As I said before, who would like a lecherous man who barges into their room?

But his young master likes it.

At this moment, Xichun really wanted to ask the young master, "Is it really that you can't live without this man?"

Lin Ling blushed and helped him up. "Okay, okay, I forgive you. Get up now."

What kind of sight is this?!

Lin Ling couldn't help but recall when he was five years old, a handsome young man came to his door, saying that he was his father's confidante.

The young man was very sad at the time and even cried secretly at night.

When the father returned and heard the news, he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down before his stepfather.

He repeatedly assured that he and this "confidante" were just nodding acquaintances and had no contact for a long time. It took him a long time to coax the young father-in-law back to his senses.

Lin Ling didn't know why she suddenly thought of this, but she felt that the current situation was very similar to that year.

Wu Ren asked, "You really forgive me?"

Lin Ling nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not angry with you anymore."

Wu Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

He cleared his throat, just as he was about to say something, when a customer came into the shop.

"Don't be silly," Lin Ling said worriedly, afraid that he might scare the guests.

After saying that, Lin Ling put on a smile and went to greet the guests.

Wu Ren was getting angry. Expressing his feelings was even more difficult than taking revenge, as some inexplicable people kept bothering him.

As a confident white-haired man, Uren never looked for the reasons within himself.

He patiently waited for the man to buy the embroidery and leave before carrying Lin Ling to the small room behind the counter.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Ling was placed on the small bed by the man.

Lin Ling's mind went blank the moment the man lifted her up by the waist. The little girl had never seen such a scene before, and her face was burning red.

"Wu Ren... what are you doing?" Lin Ling thought to herself, a man couldn't possibly be acting like a hooligan in a small room in broad daylight, could he?

Wu Ren had prepared a long speech, but when he saw the little fool silently clutching his clothes and shrinking back, he was puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Ling thought to herself: I should be the one asking you what you want to do!

Meeting the little fool's mournful gaze, Wu Ren cleared his throat, preparing to proceed with the plan.

But Xichun didn't give him the chance. "You white-haired bastard, what are you going to do to my young master! Let go of my young master now!"

Wu Ren narrowed his eyes, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of the curved sword at his waist.

Seeing this, Lin Ling quickly rushed over and grabbed his hand, loudly telling Xi Chun outside, "We were just joking, don't worry."

The man had a really bad temper, but strangely obedient.

Listen to him.

Lin Ling felt that the reason she liked him was probably because men were so obedient to her...

Watching helplessly as his young master was dragged into the small room by the white-haired man, Xi Chun felt as if his heart was being torn apart. How could he let his young master be bullied by the white-haired man right under his nose!

The key point is that the young master was actually willing to do it.

It hurts so much, my heart aches so much.

happy Chun sensed the young master's indulgence of Bai Mao in his tone, so she could only sit back down, sulking.

He thought for a moment, then said loudly, "Young master, if he bullies you, kick him in the groin!"

Wu Ren: "..." He understood, but was slightly speechless.

Lin Ling: "..." She understood, but blushed.

Without the interference of Xi Chun, Lin Ling's cheeks were flushed, and at this moment she was practically nestled in the man's arms.

They were so close, their breaths mingling.

As if burned by the man's heat, Lin Ling abruptly pulled her hand back, but it was too late to dodge.

The man pulled him back into his arms, and he sat on the bed like that. The man stood by the bed, bent over, and wrapped his arms around him.

"Little idiot, I have something I want to tell you."

Lin Ling sensed something and stammered, "What...what are you saying...?"

"I think……"

"Young master, a guest has arrived and wants to buy your newly embroidered fan!" Xichun called from outside.

Lin Ling responded, "Okay, I'm coming."

Wu Ren didn't let go, and Lin Ling didn't move either.

Wu Ren felt that his prepared explanation was too long.

Sometimes, you don't need to go to all that trouble; a single sentence will suffice.

He lowered his head and, through the soft clothing, placed a devout kiss on the young man's heart.

"I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life."

Lin Ling was stunned for a moment.

Not enough for a moment, so I lingered for a while longer.

In short, the stay was a bit long.

Wu Ren poked the boy's cheek. "You little idiot, talk to me."

The Chronicles of All Nations says: In the land of the Tengshe, the most celebrated virtue is unwavering loyalty. They swear oaths of love, and there is an ancient ritual: a kiss on the heart, a vow to love only one person for life.

Lin Ling suddenly realized that all those times he had read the Chronicles of All Nations weren't entirely useless after all.

"You rascal..." Lin Ling muttered softly, then mustered her courage and kissed the man on the cheek.

Soft lips pressed against his cheek. Wu Ren lowered his eyes, looking down at Lin Ling, but suddenly hugged his waist, and the two turned over, completely reversing their positions.

Lin Ling sat on the man's lap, her eyes darting around, completely unsure where to look.

Of course, he completely forgot about the customer outside who wanted to buy a fan.

Wu Ren curled his lips, took the young man's hand, and placed it over his heart.

Lin Ling didn't know what this meant until she felt the man's strong heartbeat beneath her palm.

Thump, thump.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the man's heartbeat or his own.

Wu Ren, still savoring the kiss the young man had just given himself to, asked, "When can we get married?"