"My heart races, and a day apart feels like three autumns; that's what it means to like someone."

"Oh~ I see..." No, the voice came from behind him, and Bei Yan belatedly realized it.

And the voice... it felt strangely familiar...

Reign supreme!

"You, you, you, what are you doing here!" Bei Yan covered her mouth, staring wide-eyed at Jun Lin.

"It feels like three autumns have passed." His thin lips curved slightly, his long, narrow eyebrows lifted, and his deity's face was filled with a gentle smile.

"What? I've clearly seen it before." Bei Yan pouted and muttered under his breath.

Junlin chuckled softly, his hand naturally reaching up to stroke the little guy's head: "You sneaked away while I wasn't looking, huh?"

"No, it was clearly the little beauty who was up to no good. I was just playing along."

Bei Yan pinched the tip of his nose, still feeling a little guilty.

When the matter of Qingyao was mentioned, a terrifying glint flashed in Junlin's eyes: "It won't happen again."

"Huh?" What do you mean you don't know?

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the deity's face was serious.

"No, I won't let anyone have the chance to hurt you again."

"Thump thump thump~"

Bei Yan pressed her hand to her chest, trying to slow her heartbeat, but her ears inexplicably turned bright red.

"You, you..."

I was rambling incoherently, not knowing what to say for a moment. Oh no, what's wrong with me?

'A racing heart means I like you.' For some reason, Jun Lin's words from earlier came to mind, and her ears turned even redder.

No way, no way! How could I possibly like a slut like that? Absolutely not!

Junlin watched the little guy's series of actions and changes in expression with satisfaction, a slight smile playing on his lips, clearly in a good mood.

"Princess? Princess, are you inside?" Yao Nu's voice suddenly rang out from outside the garden.

Bei Yan panicked and quickly grabbed Jun Lin's hand, hiding him behind her.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

Junlin's smile widened, clearly pleased with the little guy's actions.

"The kitchen has prepared lotus seed and lily bulb soup and is asking if you would like some."

Bei Yan's eyes lit up, and she immediately replied, "Yes, I want to drink more!"

"Yes, I'll go to the kitchen and get it for you right away."

Once the demon slave's footsteps had faded into the distance, Bei Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Turning to Junlin, she puffed out her cheeks and huffed, "You'd better hurry up and leave. If they find out and it gets back to my father and older brother, we're both doomed."

Jun Lin chuckled and pinched Bei Yan's cheek: "Scared?"

Bei Yan slapped Jun Lin's hand away and said disdainfully, "Isn't that obvious? Let me tell you, it's because of you that I was punished by Father to kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole day, and my knees still hurt!"

Hey, what are you doing? Men and women shouldn't touch each other!

Jun Lin half-squatted in front of Bei Yan, examining Bei Yan's knees. Seeing the little guy's knees were clearly red, Jun Lin's long, handsome eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he said with heartache:

"Does it still hurt a lot?"

Bei Yan was a little embarrassed, her cheeks began to burn, and she stammered, "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Halfway through my sentence, I felt a slight coolness coming from my knee, and the little bit of pain that had remained before dissipated.

Looking down, he saw Junlin channeling immortal energy into his knee, his eyes flickering slightly: "Actually, you don't need to do this, I'm not that delicate."

Being forced to kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment was a common occurrence for me from childhood to adulthood.