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Lu Muqing's body trembled, and in that instant, everything around him froze. He leaned down and gently rubbed his nose against hers, awkwardly mimicking her earlier actions as he kissed her back, their tongues meeting in a tender embrace.
Xia Xinyan held tightly to his waist, her heart filled with sweetness like it was overflowing with honey. It felt wonderful to know that he liked her too.
After a moment, the world that had been frozen began to move again, but Xia Xinyan could clearly sense the gravity in Lu Muqing's expression. This serious side of him was something she had never seen before.
"What's wrong?"
"It's the Exorcist." The Exorcist specialized in driving away the monsters that roamed through different realms and times.
Lu Muqing knelt down again, taking her hand and kissing it before slipping a rose-shaped ring onto her finger. "Princess, Lu Muqing loves you."
This was the first time he had used the name Lu Muqing, and Xia Xinyan felt a wave of warmth wash over her. But just as quickly, he vanished.
Xia Xinyan then encountered the cloaked Exorcist. His gaze was cold and his tone icy, as if he had crawled up from the depths of hell.
He leaned closer to Xia Xinyan and sniffed her, his chilling fingertips grazing her skin, causing her to shiver. "Where is that Rose Fairy?"
Xia Xinyan shook her head. "I don’t know."
In an instant, the figure in black disappeared, and Xia Xinyan's heart raced wildly. She hoped with all her might that Lu Muqing would be safe.
After that day, Xia Xinyan never saw Lu Muqing again. Each night she was plagued by strange dreams where she wore flowing robes. In those dreams, Lu Muqing held her waist as they rode on horseback, and she would turn to gently kiss him…
When she woke up again, she was still in the modern bedroom. Xia Xinyan had been running through more than twenty museums across various cities, searching for traces of that era, but it was all in vain. Between her and Lu Muqing lay a vast expanse of three thousand years.
That night, her research hit another dead end, leaving her feeling utterly dejected. Outside, heavy rain poured down. In the past, Lu Muqing would always wait for her at the door during such weather. Out of spite, she deliberately chose not to use an umbrella, allowing the cold winter rain to drench her hair and face, seeping into her clothes.
After a long while, the streetlights flickered on, and Xia Xinyan realized she was lost. She sat down by the roadside, hugging her knees as tears streamed down her face, mingling with the raindrops.
It was only when she noticed a pair of dark boots in her line of sight that she looked up again. Lu Muqing stood there, holding a sky-blue paper umbrella over her: “Princess, Subordinate…”
“Lu Muqing!” Xia Xinyan exclaimed joyfully, throwing her arms around his legs. She had been so cold for too long that her body swayed and then collapsed softly.
Lu Muqing's pupils constricted as he quickly lifted her up. Once they were back inside, he disregarded the theory she once mentioned about maintaining distance and directly helped her out of her wet clothes, carefully carrying her into the bathroom.
The warm water finally brought some comfort to Xia Xinyan. Lu Muqing touched her forehead and was about to step out when she grabbed the hem of his shirt: “Lu Muqing, don’t go…”
He leaned down and replied softly, “Alright.”
Xia Xinyan cupped his face in her hands and asked playfully, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Lu Muqing swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
Xia Xinyan wrapped her arms around his neck and said in a spoiled tone, “Hold me.”
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