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Wang An straightened up, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then... what should I call you? Brother Wang An?" I joked.
Wang An's breath suddenly became a bit erratic. He stared at me and said softly, "Do you treat everyone like this?"
I shook my head and smiled, "Only you."
A hint of surprise flashed across Wang An's face.
"Really?" he asked, somewhat doubtful.
I nodded vigorously, "Really!"
Wang An looked at me and suddenly sighed. He stood up, preparing to leave.
In a panic, I quickly grabbed his hand but accidentally stepped on a stone, causing me to fall towards the ground.
Wang An instinctively reached out and pulled me into his arms.
I looked up and saw his handsome profile, my heart couldn't help but race. His body heat seeped through our clothes, bringing me a sense of comfort.
There was a calm scar on his wrist, one that I had accidentally given him in the past. Back then, I had been holding a kitchen knife and accidentally cut his wrist; I was so scared that I cried, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he comforted me and said I did the right thing.
Looking at him, my eyes suddenly felt a bit moist.
I reached out and held his hand, whispering, "Wang An."
Wang An lowered his head and saw the tears in the corners of my eyes, instantly panicking. He fumbled to help me wipe away my tears, looking somewhat flustered.
"Don't cry! If I did something wrong, just tell me and I'll change," he said.
But I couldn't help but laugh.
Leaning against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, I spoke softly.
"Having a lone man and a lone woman together is against the rules."
Wang An's body suddenly stiffened.
I looked up and saw his flushed ears, unable to resist teasing him, "But you smell really nice."
Wang An suddenly let go of my hand, catching me off guard and almost causing me to fall.
He cleared his throat and turned away, feeling a bit awkward.
I couldn't help but laugh and fell onto the bed.
Wang An, it turns out you have been the substitute for my feelings all these years.
At the end of August, the weather was hot.
I stayed in my room, looking out the window, feeling a wave of anxiety.
Suddenly, I heard a rapid knocking on the door.
I walked over slowly and opened the door to find the Village Head holding a piece of paper.
Since our county's pastry competition was being held in our village, he said that people from other villages would be temporarily staying here and hoped I could help with their accommodation.
I took the paper in my hand and was stunned when I saw the list on it.
My name was prominently listed.
Right, I had been notified recently about participating in the Dynasty pastry competition, and now my name was known throughout the entire county.
I tugged at the corner of my mouth, revealing a bitter smile.
The final winner of this pastry competition would teach skills to those royal chefs, specifically prepared for the Crown Prince, who loved pastries. The pastries in the palace no longer satisfied his taste.
Fortunately, having this title would save me a lot of trouble.
I tidied myself up and stepped out wearing a veil.
The sunlight outside was blinding; with my veil on, I walked down the road while people occasionally pointed at me.
I have already gotten used to such gazes; after all, I am well-known in the village as a vixen, and being talked about is a norm for me.
Under the blazing sun, I arrived at the place agreed upon with the Village Head. Along the way, several people relayed messages to me from the Village Head, asking me to come later. I guessed that something must have happened.
When I reached the designated spot, I immediately spotted Qin Guang.
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