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"I, I, n-no..." She could only remember grabbing his hand; when did she also grab his belt? Liu Xueqing's face was flushed, her eyes filled with panic.
Feng Changqing wore a look of sudden realization, leaning charmingly against the bedside. "So it turns out that I should listen to my lady in reverse. I understand now. When my lady says 'not good,' it means 'good,' and when she says 'unwilling,' it means she is willing."
"N-no, that's not—"
"Not? Then why does my lady say 'no need' while personally helping me loosen my clothes?" He tossed aside the half of the belt with a look as if he were bestowing a gift.
Liu Xueqing felt a bit flustered and, in her haste, began to act "foolishly specific." She reached for her waist and generously loosened her belt. "Don't move around; this is for you."
Feng Changqing's eyes sparkled with delight, showing no hesitation in accepting her offer.
As she continued to loosen it, she suddenly felt something was off. It was as if he wanted to strip away her gaze, making her feel even more uneasy.
At that moment, a voice called from outside the door. "Third Miss, Nian Xin has something to discuss with you."
Feng Changqing covered his face in disappointment. "Ah, what a pity..."
Realizing the situation completely, Liu Xueqing shot him a quick glare before hastily walking to the door, opening it and escaping.
Liu Xueqing's words of wisdom: Only the leader and male favorites are hard to maintain; only Madam Leader is difficult to be.
Faced with a mountain of paperwork waiting to be dealt with, Liu Xueqing let her arms drop weakly and thudded her forehead heavily onto the desk.
In an instant, the tower collapsed and the mountain crumbled, burying her head beneath a pile of papers.
Why should she take over the old man's responsibilities? She just wanted to retreat and sleep.
“Madam, are you there?” Elder Zuo's voice echoed at the door.
Liu Xueqing didn’t lift her head, feeling utterly frustrated. “I’m in a bad mood today. I only have four sentences to say, including this one and the three before and after it. Please leave!”
Elder Zuo’s expression twisted for a moment before he managed to regain his composure. “Madam, I’m here to relieve your burdens.”
Liu Xueqing didn’t believe him and ignored his words. After all, it was he and Elder Yao who had handed her this pile of tasks.
Elder Zuo stepped closer, sweeping the documents off Liu Xueqing’s head with a meaningful gesture. “Madam, you could call someone to handle these affairs, because before you arrived, they were his responsibilities.”
“Who?” Liu Xueqing suddenly looked up, her speed and urgency unprecedented for the day.
“The leader’s male pet.”
Just the thought of that dazzlingly beautiful man made Liu Xueqing feel unwell, but between suffering and being blinded by his beauty, she decisively chose the latter.
Thus, Feng Changqing was caught and found himself joyfully yet painfully serving Madam Leader.
Elder Zuo retreated with a sly grin.
Liu Xueqing pondered Elder Zuo’s smirk as she rubbed her chin and walked away.
Initially, she had planned to go back for a nap, but unexpectedly, Nian Xin stood guard at her door like a sentinel. With a piercing glare aimed at her, Liu Xueqing’s dreams were instantly shattered, and she reluctantly set off to fulfill her tasks.
Speaking of tasks, it was just a couple of days ago when Nian Xin disrupted Liu Xueqing and Feng Changqing's "good fortune." It all started when her father, the leader of the martial arts alliance, sent a spy to deliver her a box of gifts.
Throughout her life, the only gift her father had ever given her was that deadly red wedding dress, so she certainly didn't expect anything extraordinary like supreme martial arts skills or secret manuals to be inside the box this time.
She still remembered the moment the box was opened, the look on Nian Xin's face shifting from green to purple, while Nian Xin calmly took out the paper and brush from the box and placed them in front of her, saying, "The leader's intention is — a map of the demonic sect's terrain."
"That look on Nian Xin's face, like she was her father's confidante, was really infuriating!" she complained under her breath as she made a quick adjustment with her hand, transforming the smooth road into a fork in the path.
"Well... having multiple paths isn't such a bad thing, right?" she murmured to herself, trying to find comfort in her thoughts.
Like a stone sinking into the sea without a response, Liu Xueqing awkwardly cleared his throat. "What I mean is, I'm just saying this so you won't overthink it."
He finally withdrew that penetrating gaze and subtly cast out bait. "Just call my name, and I promise not to think too much. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise?"
Feng Changqing's gaze lightly drifted to the sleeve where she hid the drawing paper and then floated back to her face, his intentions clear without needing words.
"It's fine; who knows, it might still lead to a way out."
"A way out?"
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