"Mhm."
*Mhm?! Mhm?! Mhm?!* Has this Little Scorpion’s brain short-circuited? She actually just gave me an "mhm"?? *Hooo...* I’ll endure it. I’ll endure you. After all, your EQ and IQ are in a state of extreme inverse proportion. "That’s it? You have nothing else to say to me?" *Hmph, I’m giving you a chance to explain. If you don't do a good job, hmph hmph...*
"What is there to say?"
...Chu Ruo felt that if she were a more hot-tempered person, she would be clutching her chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood right now. "You—you—"
Nan Muxue maintained her indifferent facade. "I have known him for several years. Aside from the people of the Hundred Flowers Palace, we are indeed quite well-acquainted."
I only knew this Little Scorpion always claimed I was half-killing her with anger, but today, she’s acting like a total "straight man." Chu Ruo put her hands on her hips, fuming, and started pointing fingers. "You—the two of you—"
"Oh my, a lovers' spat already?" Shen Ruoxuan had already dodged the hidden projectile Nan Muxue had fired earlier and moved to their side. "Please, don't let it be on my account. I wouldn't be troubled in the slightest."
"Cut the crap. With that 'Lord Longyang' vibe of yours, you’re clearly the one being pinned..."
"Tsk tsk," he interrupted her, leaning in close. "The one who truly knows me is indeed Little Ruo-ruo. Why don't you consider coming over to my side? This Little Xue-xue of yours doesn't treat you all that well. Speaking of which, she’s so fierce, has such a temper, loves to pull a long face, and her words are sharp enough to kill. Your liking her is practically an act of salvation for the whole world. Why are you so noble?" He looked her up and down. "You might as well follow me. Hmm, your frame isn't bad."
As if that wasn't enough, what made Chu Ruo feel even more disgusted was that this guy actually tried to raise his hand to tilt her chin. *Pah!* Does he think just anyone can make such a flirtatious move on this young master? This territory is privatized, thank you very much! No one touches me except my Little Scorpion! She was just about to dodge when Nan Muxue, a step faster, pulled her behind her back. With a seemingly casual flick of her wide sleeve, the resulting internal force actually forced Shen Ruoxuan to retreat.
"Oh, such tight protection. Little Ruo-ruo, did you know that the divine weapon at your waist, the one that fits your hand so perfectly, was personally forged by me after your Master paid a heavy price?"
"What are you acting so smug for? It’s not like my Master didn't pay you." This was something Chu Ruo truly hadn't expected. She had originally thought that stealing the weapon that night was just a trial for her; she hadn't realized that Nan Muxue had put so much effort into everything concerning her.
"I wasn't finished. I—"
"Shen Ruoxuan!" Impatience flickered across Nan Muxue’s face. "It is time for you to leave."
"What’s the rush? Is there no time for one last sentence?" Shen Ruoxuan had already anticipated that she was about to strike again. He spoke even as he retreated, his figure flashing away rapidly. "Furthermore, your Master had you steal that sword on purpose to ruin your reputation, all so you would stay by her side and depend on her for the rest of your life! I’m off! See... you... later..."
"Shen..." She couldn't remember the name for a moment, but a thought flashed through her mind and she blurted out, "Shen Eleven! Don't you dare run if you have the guts! You lavender-loving dandy..."
"Enough. Let’s go back."
"Mhm."
Nan Muxue had intended to take her hand, but the other person merely gave a muffled response and walked ahead without a word. Nan Muxue glanced at her, said nothing more, and followed.
Back at the Wanfu Inn, the others immediately noticed the strange atmosphere between the two. Chu Ruo had her lips pursed and her brows furrowed like a grumpy old man, while Nan Muxue was her usual frost-cold self, not saying a word. Who would dare ask? Everyone braced themselves and bowed. "Palace Mistress."
"Go about your business."
"Palace Mistress, the meal..."
"I have no appetite. No need," Nan Muxue waved her hand and went straight upstairs to her room.
*Hey, you Little Scorpion! You didn't even come to coax me, you just left so magnificently... left... left...* Do I not have any face? You’re being way too much! I’m just throwing a little tantrum because I want you to comfort me—at most, at most a few sugar-coated bullets, a little kiss, a hug, or something. Now, clearly, you’re the one flirting with others, and yet you’re ignoring me! Fine, you just wait. I won't speak to you for the rest of the day, I won't go to your room, and I won't let you hug me (wait, it seems like *I'm* the one usually hugging *her*). Whatever, I’m determined to make you realize the gravity of the situation today and face your mistakes.
"Hey, what happened to you two?"
The Second, Third, and Fourth Protectors, plus Xiao Guo’er and A-Yue, all crowded around. What a powerful spirit of gossip! "Don't ask. If you ask, the answer is she’s bullying me." Although that "lavender dandy" was unreliable, his private cooperation with the Little Scorpion couldn't be leaked.
"We don't believe you."
In unison, perfectly synchronized. Chu Ruo was already frantic enough; hearing those words, she almost spilled the tea she had just poured. "Why don't you believe me?"
"The Palace Mistress bullying you?" Xiao Guo’er’s response was enough to make one jump with rage. "Heh heh."
*You—you brat, I really want to scratch you to death!* "Does she bully me any less usually? Hitting me, scolding me, making me copy books, memorize palace rules, and do horse stances in the sun with a water bowl on my head—did you eat those memories?"
Duan Ning wagged a finger. "That’s called tempering. Besides, you’re quite the masochist yourself; you still follow your dear Master around like a lost puppy."
...I really shouldn't have taught you guys modern vocabulary. "Retire, retire! Let 'Zhen' be alone for a while."
*Smack!* A hit to the head. "Where do you think you are? Walls have ears. How dare you refer to yourself as 'Zhen'? Do you have a death wish?"
"I was just joking..."
"A joke?" This time, even Yin Liuli shook her head. "Although I heard you come from a distant foreign land, you must remember that some words cannot be said lightly. Although we are currently electing a Martial Arts Alliance Leader and it seems like a matter of the Jianghu, with such a large commotion, there must be many imperial spies lurking about. Referring to yourself as the Emperor is something you must never do again."
I forgot this is the ancient world, not a place where you can joke freely. Depressing, truly depressing.
"Hey," Nangong Yan sat down beside her. "You still haven't said what happened between you and Xue-er?"
"She—she—" Chu Ruo stammered for a bit. "She—she—she said right to my face that she’s 'well-acquainted' with someone else, very well-acquainted."
"A man?"
"Mhm."
After a second of silence...
"Hahahaha!"
A collective explosion of laughter. "Do you people have any humanity?" What was so funny about this??? *Waaa... Little Scorpion, you heartless, cruel, wicked woman, you didn't even coax me. You’ve changed. You’re no longer the Little Scorpion you used to be.*
"Serves you right."
"I say, Xiao Guo-guo, has your brain gone soft from a lack of romance? You’re picking on me all day long."
"This is called instant karma. You’re a real piece of work—it’s fine for you to be all lovey-dovey with that Bai woman, but the Palace Mistress isn't allowed to have acquaintances? Tsk, I’ve never seen someone so narrow-minded."
"Go away, just get out of here."
"I say," Duan Ning clutched her stomach. "You eat Xue-er’s food and live in Xue-er’s place like some kept man, yet you dare to be so self-righteous. Truly amusing."
"I—this is called 'eating soft rice with a hard attitude'! Is that not allowed?!"
A roll of the eyes. "How can you be so thick-skinned?"
"Nan Muxue! Nan Muxue, get out here!"
As they spoke, a woman burst in from outside, her voice incredibly loud. Hey, isn't this that Young Mistress from whatever villa who lost to the Little Scorpion nine times? Her brain must be full of bubbles; she can't win, yet she comes knocking on the door. Chu Ruo coughed twice, and the others immediately stood ready, their expressions turning serious in the blink of an eye. Tsk tsk, as expected of the Hundred Flowers Palace—they change faces faster than flipping pages in a book. "Young Mistress Lin, for what reason are you shouting for our Palace Mistress here?"
"Tell Nan Muxue to get out! This lady won't let her off today!"
Yin Liuli replied politely, "The Palace Mistress is out. If there is anything, Young Mistress Lin can speak of it tomorrow." Her posture, expression, and tone were all extremely refined, forming a sharp contrast with the other woman who had burst in shouting "get out." But polite as she was, her face was cold. The girls of the Hundred Flowers Palace really could change their demeanor in a second.
"Cut the act! My people saw her return to the Wanfu Inn!" The girl shouted at the surroundings, even trying to rush upstairs. "Nan Muxue, get out! Today, I must settle who is superior—to see if your sword is sharper or my nine-section whip is stronger!"
"Here she goes again..." While Yin Liuli was talking to the woman, Duan Ning whispered to Chu Ruo, "She switches weapons every time she loses to Xue-er. With those amateur moves of hers, even all eighteen types of weapons wouldn't help."
"What’s this girl’s background?"
"The eldest miss of Green Willow Villa. Green Willow Villa used to be one of the top sects, but it’s been in decline for decades, relying only on the prestige of their ancestors. Nowadays, it’s barely a second-rate sect, at the very bottom of the first-rate at best. They survive by trading information, escorting goods, and occasionally forging weapons. They do a bit of everything, but nothing prestigious. This eldest miss is named Lin Jianghong. she spends all day challenging people to prove herself, though she doesn't have a malicious heart. Green Willow Villa has been very low-profile these years. Oh, right—wasn't it said that many sect leaders or key figures went missing recently? Her father and a few others are among the vanished."
Then they’ve likely been turned into medicinal puppets. Seems she’s a pitiful kid too. Chu Ruo had previously asked Nan Muxue if they should reveal the matter of the medicinal puppets, but the other had waved it off, saying there was no need. Firstly, there was no proof, and secondly, there was no point in telling those sects that their missing people were in the Heavenly Demon Palace, because no one would be grateful.
Over there, Lin Jianghong still wanted to go to the second floor, but Yin Liuli was blocking her. She grew anxious. "Move! This inn doesn't belong to your family."
"Please do not make a scene here, Young Mistress Lin."
"Get out of the way! If you don't move, don't blame me for getting physical."
"My Master is resting. Since the tournament is starting and everyone will be there every day, if you have business, Young Mistress Lin, you can speak of it tomorrow."
"Stop the chatter! Call your Master out!"
...How can she be so stubborn? "I respect you as the Young Mistress of Green Willow Villa and do not wish to sour our relations. I have said she will not see you. Please return."
"What big words! So what if you two are master and disciple? Though I see it’s more than that," Lin Jianghong crossed her arms. "But what kind of thing are you? You say she won't see me, so this lady won't go up?"
"Second, Third, and Fourth Protectors, hear my command!"
The three were startled before realizing it was Chu Ruo calling them. "Yes."
"Guard this place. No one is allowed up to disturb Master’s rest."
"Yes." *Aah, it’s rare for me to use this Holy Envoy status to boss people around. Let me enjoy this for a bit.* She felt a secret thrill in her heart.
Chu Ruo sat to the side. In front of outsiders, everyone was very taciturn. Xiao Guo’er and A-Yue stood to her left and right. Seeing this, the opponent actually coiled the golden whip in her hand. "Fine! Since she won't come out, I’ll duel you first. I heard you are her closed-door disciple; I want to see what’s so special about you."
"Hey, hold on. I’m not dueling you. Beat the three Protectors of my Hundred Flowers Palace first."
"I want to duel *you*! Since you can command them, it means you’re very powerful. Come on..."
... "I said, no duel. My Master won't see you either. You should just leave on your own."
"You think you can just say no?" With a cold sneer, she was about to strike. "Does Chu Ruo have the final say in the Hundred Flowers Palace?"
"She has the final say."
Four words—crisp, neat, concise, and clear. A voice so calm it betrayed no emotion, seemingly light as a feather, yet it carried an undeniable aura of cold authority. Nan Muxue had appeared above at some unknown moment, looking down from her height. Everyone looked up at her—even the uninvolved bystanders were captivated by this peerless beauty of the Jianghu. Unfortunately, her eyes held no one else.
She walked down slowly, finally coming to stand beside Chu Ruo. Still as cold as ever, she repeated those four words: "She has the final say." The "she" was self-evident. "Ruo-er is my Holy Envoy. Everything she says is my intent." *Heavens! I’m practically going to rely on my Little Scorpion to throw my weight around and act like a bully (as if you haven't done that before).*
Tsk tsk tsk, this is practically a female version of an overbearing CEO, isn't it? *Aaaaah, I’m dying! I’m afraid I’ve swapped scripts with the Little Scorpion. This kind of domineering, charismatic, cool-as-hell persona should be mine! But, but, what she just said was so pampering. What should I do? I’m shamelessly enjoying this. And the Little Scorpion said 'I' instead of 'the Palace Mistress,' and she didn't hesitate to call me 'Ruo-er' in front of everyone. Waaa... I’ve fallen for her. As expected of my Little Scorpion—aside from toward me, she’s the definition of a cold goddess.*
"You—"
"You should return. Never mind others, you don't even possess thirty percent of the power of my four Protectors. If you wish to challenge me, wait another ten years," she said, heading back upstairs of her own accord. "However, while you will progress in those ten years, my martial arts will also improve. By then, your level will only be comparable to the current Protectors. Therefore, you have no chance of defeating me."
...That’s heart-stabbing. Chu Ruo felt a tiny bit of sympathy for this Lin Jianghong. Really, the Little Scorpion never showed any mercy to others, especially when it came to verbal barbs. And yet, she always acted as if she were simply telling the truth and was quite helpless about it. Aside from toward me, she’s just too tsundere.
In any case, Chu Ruo didn't care about the outcome. She took the opportunity to follow her up, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before slipping into the other’s room.
Once inside, the other woman was already lying on the bed with her eyes closed. It was hard to tell if she was actually napping. *How unreasonable! I followed you up and you won't even speak first? Depressing. Little Scorpion, you’re not cute.*
Chu Ruo stubbornly refused to speak first, but her eyes couldn't help but dart toward the bed. Three glances elsewhere, one at the bed. Two glances elsewhere, two at the bed. One glance elsewhere, four at the bed... and then she just kept staring.
Nan Muxue finally felt that intense gaze and opened her eyes. She was lying on her side facing outward, her head resting on her right hand. She looked up and saw the person who had been peeking at her quickly avert her gaze. She lazily closed her eyes again and gave a soft laugh. "If you want to sleep, come over."
*What’s that? You can't even say something nice? Like 'Ruo-er, come quickly, Master has warmed the bed for you.' So dry and cold. Really... fine. But since you’re begging me so much, I’ll reluctantly agree.* She walked over with feigned reluctance and lay down at the edge of the bed. *Wicked Little Scorpion! Straight man! Straight woman!*
However, the other woman had already lifted the quilt and wrapped her tightly, immediately pressing close. "In the past, you’d stick to me like a plaster, impossible to pull off. Why aren't you being that 'dog-skin' today?"
It took Chu Ruo a second to realize the "dog-skin" description referred to a "dog-skin plaster" (a persistent person). "You’re finding ways to insult me."
"And yet you’re still hugging Master?"
*Isn't this a case of the hands being faster than the brain? Besides, she feels so good; how could I bear to let go?* "You’re the one who actively pressed close. You’re the plaster, or rather..."
Her lips were blocked. "Master does not wish to be angry right now."
A small mumble: "Unfair."
"You’ve been acting strange and hesitant since we returned. Who provoked you this time?"
"Do you really have no idea in your heart?"
Nan Muxue finally opened her bright eyes again, tilting her head slightly to look at her. "You tell me."
... "You Little Scorpion, you blockhead! Why did you take me to see him?"
She curled her lips into a smile and tilted Chu Ruo’s chin. She was so gentle, yet the contrast was extreme, fitting perfectly without a hint of discord. "Are you angry?"
"You don't have any explanation?"
"Shen Ruoxuan was right. I did not hesitate to ruin your reputation just to keep you by my side, so that you would forever have to depend on me and the Hundred Flowers Palace. I, Nan Muxue, have always been unscrupulous. Are you resentful that I ruined your—"
"Wait," Chu Ruo interrupted. "Why are you saying this?"
"Weren't you resentful because of this? You didn't say a word on the way back..."
"What are you talking about? Who’s angry about that?"
Nan Muxue truly looked a bit dazed. "Then why?" She had thought Chu Ruo’s reaction at the cliff was because she had found out and was blaming her. That was why she hadn't felt like dealing with anything after returning and had gone straight to her room, though her heart couldn't find peace. It wasn't until this girl followed her up that she finally relaxed slightly. She had thought Chu Ruo was here to demand an explanation; who knew that in this short time, Nan Muxue had been incredibly nervous, imagining countless ways this person might react? She had even thought about apologizing. But in the end, she realized that if she had to choose again, she would still do the same. She wanted Chu Ruo by her side for a lifetime, no matter the means. She would never regret it.
"Are you still playing dumb? You and that Shen Ruoxuan," Chu Ruo’s face grew redder and redder. She didn't know why, and she was acting quite lacking in confidence. "What exactly is going on between you two?"
"I told you that you were narrow-minded," at this point, Nan Muxue finally realized why the other had been acting unusual today. "You already have a marriage contract with someone else, and now you’re getting angry at Master."
"You’re turning the tables on me? Nan Muxue, aren't you being a bit much..."
"What did you call me?"
... "Don't change the subject! Be honest—you’re quite close with that Shen Eleven, aren't you? The night traveler I saw when I went to steal the sword, the one who looked so frail, was him, right? He’s actually a man! Don't you think he seems a bit... flamboyant?"
She could derail a conversation just by talking. Nan Muxue looked at her, then snuggled back into that embrace. "Mhm, Ruo-er is right."
Tsk tsk, this head rubbing against her neck twice was simply too wonderful. *I’m going to cave! No, stay awake! I’m here to be angry!* "Don't distract me. My anger hasn't faded yet."
"Such a temper. If only your courage were as great..."
"Who says I don't have it? Stop interrupting me! You—you—" *Oh ho, awkward. What was I going to criticize her for? I forgot...* "I’m saying, you—then you—you clearly knew I was jealous, yet you didn't speak to me on the way back, you didn't take my hand, you went to your room alone, and you didn't even come to coax me." *Wait, why am I sounding more and more resentful? Like some tragic widow?*
"What did you just say? Clearly knew you were what?"
"Jealous..." It slipped out. Too late for regrets. "Fine, I’m jealous! So what?"
Nan Muxue propped herself up, her hand brushing over Chu Ruo’s cheek. "Then what do you want?"
*What do I want? I want...* Hmm, Chu Ruo knew what she wanted. She leaned in. "I want to kiss you."
...
By the time Chu Ruo woke up, it was already dark. However, the reason her mouth wouldn't close was...
"Where is this?" She looked left and right. How did she wake up in the countryside? Wait, it looked a bit familiar. This—isn't this the cliffside from earlier today? "When did we come here? I didn't feel a thing."
"I tapped your sleeping acupoint."
*Nani?!* "What kind of move is this?"
"Are you cold?" Nan Muxue was currently holding Chu Ruo on her lap, covering her with a long robe. She had lit a bonfire and was poking at it with a branch to keep it burning brightly. "There’s food and wine. Get up and eat; I’ve been keeping it warm."
"Oh," Chu Ruo sat up, asking as she prepared to eat, "How did you get me here? Did you have people carry me? Or did you carry me yourself?"
The other gave a half-smile. "In this world, there is a tool called a carriage."
*Neigh—* The horse in the distance seemed to neigh in coordination, stamping its hooves on the ground before returning to its grass. Awkward. "Then you could have just woken me up when we got here. Why tap my acupoints? So much trouble."
"You talk too much," she smoothed Chu Ruo’s hair. "Master found it noisy."
... "You could have just not brought me. Tapping my mute acupoint would have been better. What, did you bring me here to wait for that gay—I mean, that sissy again?"
"That mouth of yours," Nan Muxue pursed her lips and smiled, then looked at her tenderly. "Who said I was meeting him?"
"Then why come here..."
"No one will come here tonight. Only you and I."
Chu Ruo was a bit dazed—actually, very dazed. "Just the two of us?"
"What a dummy," she took the bowl and chopsticks. "Open your mouth."
"Ah? Okay." *Mhm, being fed by the Little Scorpion is naturally wonderful. Pure enjoyment.* "You haven't fed me in a long time."
That "long time" was probably less than three days. She chuckled softly. "Aren't you afraid I’ve put something in it?"
"Cough cough cough... I knew it! You’re acting so strange—what did you give me this time? Are you planning to make me blind for a few days again? You—we’re in this kind of relationship and you’re still so..."
"Shut up," Nan Muxue felt her veins throbbing whenever she dealt with this girl. "Say one more word and I’ll feed you the Hundred Flowers Gu."
And so, she behaved. This made Nan Muxue feel that being a "Little Scorpion" was the right choice.
After eating, Chu Ruo hugged her. "I was joking. Don't be mad, Xue-er~"
As soon as that "Xue-er" was uttered, the other’s anger vanished, not that there had been much to begin with. "You also said you’d make Master winter melon meatball soup today. It seems you’re all talk."
"But you brought me out... that, I’ll make it for you now. Did you bring the ingredients? I’ll do it right away..."
"Another day," Nan Muxue stood up and pulled her up as well. "Let’s go sit over there for a while."
The two walked to the edge of the cliff. Chu Ruo took one look and felt her legs go weak, wanting to retreat. "Xue-er."
"Don't be afraid," a gentle voice reached her ears. Their fingers intertwined. "With me here, nothing will happen."
As long as the other said so, Chu Ruo would completely trust her and relax. She followed the person beside her to a protruding rock at the cliff’s edge and sat down, her legs dangling over the void. Nan Muxue rested her head on Chu Ruo’s shoulder, pointing at the massive bright moon in the sky. "The moonlight here is very good."
It was indeed beautiful. It was a full moon, and it seemed very close to them—exceptionally large and bright, bathing the entire cliff in a layer of lunar silk. The only sound was the occasional chirp of insects. It was a quiet beauty. Chu Ruo put an arm around Nan Muxue’s shoulder. "Mhm, it’s really beautiful. How did you find this place?"
"I discovered it by chance when I came to Mo Yang in the past. Whenever I return, I come here to look."
For some reason, whenever Chu Ruo heard her say such things, her nose would sting. She would imagine how thin and frail the Little Scorpion must have been back then—though she still was—and how lonely she must have been, walking through this vast world alone. Before meeting her, Nan Muxue’s life had been defined only by the three words "Hundred Flowers Palace." Nan Menghua hadn't shown her a shred of warmth or familial affection. She hugged her tighter. "Xue-er, in the future, no matter where you go, I will accompany you."
Nan Muxue turned and stroked Chu Ruo’s cheek, smiling. "If you don't like it, I will only come here with you from now on. I won't bring anyone else, and I won't bring you to see him again."
Just because of her "nonsense" jealousy today, she was still being so indulgent. Chu Ruo shook her head. "That won't do. I have to follow you. Wherever you go, I go. Whoever you see, I see. Otherwise, I won't be at ease."
"I brought you today because I didn't want to hide anything from you. In the future, I will tell you everything about me. All of me."
"Xue-er, actually, I’m not worth you being so good to me," she lowered her head in shame. "I’m useless, I have no background... as I said before, this is a different world to me. I only dare to cause trouble without restraint because I’m a transmigrator. Otherwise, I’d just be an ordinary person. Really. You have money, looks, high martial arts, and you manage the Hundred Flowers Palace. You’re far-sighted and capable. I saw it today—so many excellent people were staring at you. I understand the look in their eyes. I can't even compare to a tenth of them. I’ve never done anything for you; I even drag you down. Aside from hiding behind you and asking for protection when things go wrong, I’m really... I’m useless. My only self-awareness is knowing I don't deserve you. You shouldn't like me..."
Before she could finish, Nan Muxue embraced her, her lips whispering by her ear. "Even if you are a useless glutton, my heart only has room for you. I do not like someone who is my equal, nor do I like someone superior to me, nor someone beneath me. Only you. Because... you are easy to bully."
Chu Ruo was teased into a laugh. "Nan Muxue, I think the question Shen Ruoxuan asked me should be reversed. I must have been so noble as to save the world in my past life to meet you in this one."
*Is that so?* Perhaps this person was the warmth she had never dared to hope she could touch in her first twenty years. "Ruo-er..."
"Xue-er, I want to tell you something. Many people in my world have heard it, but I still want to tell you: As long as you do not leave, I will not abandon you."
"It seems this is the first time you have seriously praised Master."
"Uh..." Speechless. What a strange point for this woman to focus on. "You..."
"Do you remember how I used to punish you at the cliffside?"
She laughed. Tonight, they kept recalling the past, though it hadn't been that long ago. "Of course. You had so many ways to torture me, not just at the cliff. Back then, you even pushed me off the roof."
"I want to do it now, too."
"How can you be so wicked? You turned back into the Little Scorpion in a second."
Nan Muxue suddenly stood up, and Chu Ruo hurriedly followed. "Are you really angry? It was a joke, don't be so petty—"
Suddenly, her vision went dark. *It’s over, it’s over. The same familiar scent, the same familiar feeling, the same familiar recipe.* She’s going to push me off the cliff again. Thinking back to when she was pushed down and pulled up during the sect division, it was more thrilling than a drop tower. What sin did I commit...
Wait, something seemed wrong. This temperature—it was the Little Scorpion’s hand. Why was she covering her eyes? Could it be... Just as Chu Ruo’s internal monologue was peaking, Nan Muxue indeed stepped forward and accurately kissed her lips...
*I’m floating. I’m completely floating.* That was Chu Ruo’s feeling. *Aaaaah, kissing while blindfolded at the edge of a cliff—what kind of idol drama aesthetic is this? It’s too much!* And so, she focused intently, cooperating with the other.
*Tsk.* Chu Ruo smacked her lips a few times, only realizing it had stopped. The other woman lowered her hand. Chu Ruo stared at her; though it had only been a few seconds, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Nan Muxue parted her red lips slightly. "To me, this world consists of only two types of people: others, and you. They are for the eyes, but you... are in my heart."
She pulled her into a tight embrace. *Damn Little Scorpion.* You could say she was flirtatious, yet she could usually annoy a person to death. You could say she didn't know how, yet she was so good at it now. She knew how to coax, how to arrange moon-watching at a cliff, and how to pull off a blindfolded kiss. She was so playful—she was practically flirting without even realizing it. She even knew how to say sweet nothings. "Nan Muxue, you ruined my reputation. I want you to compensate me. Use the rest of your life to pay it back. You have to be responsible for raising me for a lifetime."
"Fine."
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