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"Why are you looking at me like that?" The gaze of the male god made me flustered, something like this had never happened before.
"You really are a peculiar person," he suddenly blurted out without any context.
I reached out to touch his forehead and found it warm but not feverish.
"What’s wrong with you? Did you take something weird…"
Before I could finish, he grabbed my hand that was resting on his forehead. With a gentle pull of his arm, I stumbled and fell into his embrace.
"What’s going on?" I mumbled. The warmth of his hold always managed to subdue me instantly.
He held me in silence for a moment before saying, "Thinking back on these days, a lot has indeed happened. Simply put, I miss you."
I felt a bit frustrated; those two statements didn’t logically connect at all! As an investigator, I couldn’t stand things that lacked logic.
But the closeness of his breath was so near, that warmth melted away all my compulsions. His eyes held a conqueror's dominance—oh my gosh, the stronger the woman, the more she loves this kind of vibe.
I felt my face heat up slightly; I was sure it had turned an embarrassing shade of red again.
"What’s wrong…" He feigned innocence as if he had never seen me blush before, putting on a surprised expression.
After staring at me for a while, making my face even redder, he suddenly reached out and gently stroked my cheek. For some reason, I had the illusion that his fingers looked long and sensual in the candlelight.
"You and I… haven’t we been intimate before? Why are you still blushing?"
Ah! How annoying! What is this!
I raised my fist and punched him hard in the chest. Feeling unsatisfied, I hit him a few more times.
He remained silent, looking at me with a half-smile, half-serious expression.
“Nie Qiuyuan, you know I don’t remember anything, so why bring it up? You’re annoying!”
The male god's eyes lit up suddenly as he leaned closer to my ear, his voice taking on a slightly wicked and husky tone. “Really? Not even a little bit?”
“You’re annoying! So annoying!”
He smirked.
“Then let’s pretend nothing ever happened, and we can start over. Only what leaves a deep impression on you can count as your first man.”
The phrase "first man" struck a nerve, igniting a fire in my heart.
No matter whether I remembered or not, the truth was, weren’t you my first man? What kind of game was this about “firsts”? It was just pure fantasy, trying to find excitement through me.
What a hypocrite; men truly are beasts!
A desire for revenge surged from the depths of my heart. If you want to play pretend, then let’s see how uncomfortable I can make you. Just don’t regret it later!
I stood up, circled around his knee, moved from his left side to his right, and wrapped my arms around his neck before sitting sideways on his lap.
Nie Qiuyuan's acting skills were on full display today; his body stiffened abruptly, even forgetting to wrap his arms around me. I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. I planned to make him fail at his act, revealing his true self before ruthlessly sending him away to cool off in the back mountain.
I tightened my grip around the male god's neck and pulled him down forcefully, starting an assertive kiss with all the arrogance I could muster.
As expected, he was an exceptional actor; I didn’t anticipate that his resolve would be so steadfast. He trembled suddenly, staring at me in disbelief with wide eyes as if he had never experienced anything like this before.
I almost laughed out loud at that moment, but I had to get into character; I needed to subdue this pretentious Best Actor first.
With my completely inadequate acting skills, I poured all my effort into trying to win over my idol. To my disappointment, he maintained an act of innocence for three whole minutes. He played the role so well, looking as youthful as a boy, that I even felt a twinge of guilt. But once those three minutes were up, he instantly transformed into an adult.
He gently wrapped me in his arms and began to respond earnestly. As the emotions deepened and the intimacy grew stronger, I suddenly found myself confused.
For a moment, I questioned whether this person was really Nie Qiuyuan because this kiss was far too gentle, too delicate, and too considerate of my feelings. It was as if an exceptionally intelligent person was racking their brain to figure out how to please me. Qiu wasn’t like this; his kisses were sometimes tender, sometimes domineering, but one thing remained constant: they were always filled with straightforward and sincere affection that eagerly wanted to pour itself into me.
But if this wasn’t him, then who was it? The faint scent of soap on him was so familiar and comforting. Whose Disguise technique could be so exquisite that it could even mimic a person's scent?
As soon as that awkward feeling arose, I snapped out of the moment and couldn’t immerse myself any longer. Yet Qiu seemed to be gradually igniting with passion, becoming increasingly lost in the moment.
I had initially planned to stoke his fire and then douse him with cold water. Qiu had been cautious around me lately, so I was confident I could control him. But now, I was shocked to find that he seemed to have surpassed my ability to manage him, and panic suddenly set in.
Although the wedding date was approaching, my plan wasn’t to play with fire and get burned. Deep down, I was looking forward to that sacred day.
The idol turned and pushed me down onto the couch, pinning me beneath him. His breath came a bit faster as he leaned down to kiss my cheek and neck lightly while murmuring in a husky voice, “Liuying, let’s run away together to a place where no one can find us. How about it?”
Those words hit me like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, chilling me to the bone. I struggled to maintain my composure and slowly reached under the pillow until I felt the dagger Night had given me.
Both the dagger and short sword had been retrieved by Qiu for me and returned. I often kept this dagger under my pillow; given how unstable things were in the world, having a dagger for self-defense felt necessary.
Suddenly pulling out the dagger, I aimed it fiercely at the side of the man’s neck.
As expected, he was incredibly skilled; it was as if he had eyes everywhere. With a swift motion, he accurately seized my wrist where I held the knife.
My hand trembled, causing the dagger to fall onto the bed. “Nie Qiuyuan,” he said while holding me down, his expression gradually turning cold.
"How did you figure it out?" he asked.
The restored voice shattered the last remnants of my fantasy. The person in front of me, disguised as Nie Qiuyuan, was undoubtedly Ren Pingsheng, the Azure Dragon Envoy of Mirror Gate.
I felt a buzzing in my head, as if it had expanded. This person was definitely not my Qiu! What had just happened between us... oh my god, it was terrifying!
A wave of humiliation surged within me. How could he deceive me in such a way?
Ren Pingsheng raised a hand, examining it back and forth, then looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"I was very confident about this disguise; I considered everything I could. Ah Ying, how did you still manage to see through it?"
I snorted and replied, "He wouldn't call me Liuying."
Even if Ren Pingsheng had an incredibly vivid imagination, he could never think that I was not the same person as "Liuying." Qiu might refer to me as "Liuying," but in moments of intimacy between us, he could call me all sorts of sweet names, but he would never call me "Liuying."
There was another thing I couldn't let Ren Pingsheng know. That earlier line about taking me to a place where no one could find us— that was not Qiu's style at all.
"What do you want?" I asked him coldly.
"Aren't you two getting married? I'm here to deliver a gift," Ren Pingsheng said with a slight smirk, using my lover's face to show a chilling smile. Without the pretense of imitation, the "Nie Qiuyuan" before me, despite having an identical face to Qiu, looked completely different.
To be honest, after the incident at Qingliang Temple, I felt a bit anxious for Ren Pingsheng. Although he wasn't exactly a good person and didn't deserve my concern, objectively speaking, he had saved my life more than once. No matter what twisted motive drove him to do so, if I were dead, how would I have the chance to become the new wife of my male god?
So I didn't want Ren Pingsheng to die or get into trouble. The leader of Mirror Gate seemed quite sadistic; if missions weren't completed satisfactorily, they might be subjected to whipping or other forms of torture. I worried that after the Qingliang Temple incident, Ren Pingsheng might end up severely punished by the leader.
But now it seemed that my worries were completely unnecessary. And he... was being so flirtatious? No, wait, it seemed like I had been the one who initiated things... But what was wrong with being proactive with my husband?!
Everything was in chaos, and I was utterly furious. As long as that furry gift didn’t appear before me, I would be fine!
I didn’t know why, but despite the fact that this person was a notorious villain from the Mirror Gate, I felt no fear or anxiety. Instead, I was overwhelmed by humiliation and anger. Why hadn’t I realized that he might be here to harm me? Did I subconsciously believe he wouldn’t hurt me?
It turned out I was wrong again. Just as I opened my mouth to scream for help, I was shocked to find that no sound came out. I tried to move, but my body was completely limp on the bed; I couldn’t move at all.
This was Ren Pingsheng’s favorite trick! What did he want to do this time?
Ren Pingsheng remained silent as he raised his hand and began to unbutton my clothes.
He worked quickly, eagerly. When he reached the side seam of my garment, he could no longer contain himself and forcefully tore the decorative ties at my waist. A rush of blood surged through me; what did he intend to do?
Normally, he would mock and humiliate me with his twisted words, but this time he didn’t. He simply ripped open my clothing and stared at me in silence for a moment before suddenly starting to undress himself.
What was he trying to accomplish?! Was it out of hatred? Did he feel compelled to destroy someone’s hopes in the most humiliating way at a moment filled with anticipation?
Why target me? Why was it me specifically?
“Ah Ying…” Ren Pingsheng leaned down, almost pressing his skin against mine. “It doesn’t matter if you’re unwilling; I will make you remember this moment forever. Then, I will take you away.”
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