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That night, the moon was hidden and the wind howled, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of their face.
A slender figure quietly stopped outside Qian Jiang Xue's workshop.
She first listened carefully for any sounds inside, confirming that there was nothing unusual before gently pushing the door open.
Stealthily, she tiptoed to the wall that Qian Jiang Xue had "crashed" into during the day. Although her face was covered with a black scarf, the moonlight faintly revealed the bright smile in her eyes.
With a sharp "bang," her forehead collided with the wall.
"Ouch!" Ge Jiu Jiu covered her forehead, feeling stars explode in her vision, the world spinning around her, leaving her slightly dazed.
"You’re here." Suddenly, a low male voice emerged from the darkness. Although she couldn't see his face, Ge Jiu Jiu immediately recognized it as Qian Jiang Xue's voice.
Startled, Ge Jiu Jiu felt as if her soul had nearly left her body; in the dim light, she could barely see the white wall slowly shifting aside.
"The mechanism on this floor can only be activated by my footprints," Qian Jiang Xue said as he pulled her into the room.
Ge Jiu Jiu felt stiff all over, allowing him to grasp her hand while confusion clouded her mind. Did he mistake her for someone else? But who else would sneak into Young Master's room at this hour besides herself?
Could it be that this guy was having an affair with some maid in the manor and mistakenly took her for someone else?
A wave of indescribable disappointment and bitterness surged within Ge Jiu Jiu, prompting her to roll her eyes.
"Did you hurt your head?" Qian Jiang Xue asked with concern. Although he understood that it was somewhat suspicious for this girl to sneak into his room at such a late hour, he couldn't help but show concern.
From the moment she appeared in Qian Ji inn, he recognized that she was the little girl who had once prepared to "feed pigs" in an abandoned temple. Even after all these years, he still vividly remembered her bright, clear eyes.
Curious about why she had sneaked into Qian Ji inn, he had deliberately let her see the mechanism for entering his room as a way to test her intentions. To his surprise, she had indeed fallen for it, leaving him feeling somewhat conflicted.
He had long received news that someone had hired a killer for a hefty sum to take his life. However, if she had any ulterior motives towards Qian Ji inn, he truly didn't know how to deal with this little girl whom he had once found quite interesting.
Ge Jiu Jiu was completely unaware that she resembled a little white rabbit caught in a trap, believing wholeheartedly that Qian Jiang Xue had mistaken her for a "lover."
Her heart was filled with both nervousness and curiosity as she cautiously probed, "Of course it hurts."
Her voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, akin to a frightened fawn.
Upon hearing this, Qian Jiang Xue pressed his lips together in the darkness, the defined lines of his mouth turning slightly pale, revealing his inner tension.
He gently helped Ge Jiu Jiu sit down by the edge of the bed, his movements tender as if he were handling a rare treasure. "You should lie down for now; I'll fetch you some ointment."
Ge Jiu Jiu inwardly groaned; wouldn’t finding the ointment require lighting a lamp? If he lit a lamp, her true identity would be exposed!
He was treating her with such tenderness because he thought of her as his lover. If he discovered her real identity, it would be strange if he didn’t become suspicious.
Thinking of this made her anxious. She quickly grabbed Qian Jiang Xue's arm.
Whether it was due to her excessive force or Qian Jiang Xue's intention, another dizzying moment ensued, and he ended up on top of her delicate form.
Ge Jiu Jiu struggled to break free from this precarious position. Her hands flailed in the air, and in her frantic movements, she was oblivious to how her softness pressed against Qian Jiang Xue.
Qian Jiang Xue felt an unusual sensation coursing through him like an electric current; his blood seemed to ignite in an instant, surging rapidly towards one place, and an involuntary suppressed moan escaped his lips.
Ge Jiu Jiu immediately froze. Growing up in Meng Po Hall, she had seen many scenes involving seductive practices and had read the erotic novels and illustrations from Shui Ju. She certainly understood the physiological reactions that could arise from such movements and sounds.
"Shameless!" Ge Jiu Jiu nearly exerted all her strength to kick Qian Jiang Xue off her. Her chest rose and fell violently as she shouted angrily, "You beast in human clothing! You cultured scoundrel! You heartless monster! You..."
Ge Jiu Jiu felt her blood surge and her heart race, unable to distinguish whether she was embarrassed or angry. The image of Qian Jiang Xue with an unknown woman playing out that intoxicating scene every night flooded her mind, stirring a wave of bitterness and fury within her.
She tentatively used her foot to probe, and it brushed against the body of Qian Jiang Xue, who had been kicked off the bed. Quickly, she got off the bed and groped around until she found a warm arm. Above that should be the face of that devilishly handsome guy.
Today, Ge Jiu Jiu vowed that if she didn’t beat this lecher into a pig’s head for not upholding justice, she wouldn’t carry the surname Ge!
She touched! She touched again! But wasn’t this guy’s arm a bit too thick? As her small hand attempted to explore further upwards in search of the imagined handsome face, it instead encountered something scorching.
“Ah!” A cry filled with both embarrassment and anger echoed in the room.
Before Qian Jiang Xue could react, he felt a chill at his feet as someone forcibly removed his shoes, followed by a flurry of frantic footsteps racing around the room.
Bang—was the sound of his head colliding with the wall once more.
The floor was stomped heavily a few times before a faint click of a mechanism was heard, finally halting the disoriented footsteps outside the door.
Provoked by the earlier teasing, Qian Jiang Xue couldn’t help but let out a genuine burst of laughter. The sound rang out sharply in the quiet night, as if mocking Ge Jiu Jiu’s innocence and recklessness.
After using an entire bottle of Meng Po Hall's special ointment to reduce swelling and bruising on her head, she sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her forehead. Yet inside, she was still tangled in thoughts about why she cared so much about how Qian Jiang Xue perceived her.
Her eyes reflected a hint of confusion and disappointment, as if she were searching for some answer.
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