"Okay, I promise you." Although she didn't know what Junlin was planning, it was still good to be able to decline the banquet.

"Then it's settled, Xiao Yan'er. Your teacher is looking forward to seeing your sweetheart tomorrow!"

He needs to go back and think of a few ways to prank people, and while he's at it, he'll go to Book Peak later to ask his third junior sister for some poison.

During lunch break, while the antiques were away and the two senior brothers were fast asleep, Bei Yan took the opportunity to close his own door.

Turning around, Jun Lin's tall and slender figure appeared in the room, and Bei Yan ran over and hugged him.

Her little face was furrowed with worry. "Junlin, what are you planning to do?"

"No need to worry, I will transform into an ordinary man tomorrow, and find a few people to dress up as my attendants and bring a few boxes of gifts to visit me."

Jun Lin spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of panic.

Bei Yan was taken aback by his calm and composed demeanor. "This... can it really work? My master isn't so easily fooled."

"Don't worry, I don't do things I'm not sure of, especially since this concerns our lifelong happiness. Since I've said this, I must be absolutely certain."

Her voice was gentle, yet it carried a strange, reassuring power.

She touched her slightly flushed cheeks and patted them, stammering, "Why are you being so proactive today?"

You're usually quite arrogant, aren't you?

On his face, which seemed untouched by the mortal world, a faint smile played at the corners of his thin lips.

With one hand braced against the wall behind him, he held the little one tightly in his arms.

A pair of silver eyes stared straight into Bei Yan's dark eyes, so deep that one couldn't help but be captivated by them.

“I’m afraid if I don’t take the initiative, my wife will be snatched away. That won’t do. You’re mine.”

At this moment, her gentle voice took on a captivating, deep, and husky quality.

Bei Yan felt her heart begin to pound uncontrollably, and she subconsciously swallowed.

Oh no, Bei Yan, you're such a loser! You've lived two lives, and you're still so easily swayed by Jun Lin's few words, blushing and your heart pounding. No, no, this is too pathetic!

He straightened his posture, suppressed his inner restlessness, and tried to project some confidence.

"Good to know. Be nicer to me from now on, or else I'll abandon my evil ways and marry someone else... um!"

His dark eyes widened slightly, and only one sentence kept echoing in his mind:

Junlin actually kissed himself! He kissed himself! He kissed himself!

Happiness came too suddenly. If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, Bei Yan would have shed two giant noodle-like tears to express his excitement at that moment.

It's been so incredibly difficult! Seventeen years and one hundred and seven days! Her husband finally kissed her again!!!

In this life, Jun Chen's kissing skills were rather lacking; his eyes curved into crescent moons as he wrapped his arms around Jun Lin's neck.

It's alright, Junlin doesn't know how, but she does. She'll teach him!

The sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze blew, and the leaves rustled in the wind. Outside, the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom, and their intoxicating fragrance lingered on the breeze, entering the hearts of the loving couple inside.

After the kiss ended, Bei Yan breathed softly, her cheeks slightly flushed, while Jun Lin's expression remained inscrutable.

His silver eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of danger.

"Yan'er, why are your kissing skills so proficient? Who taught you, hmm?"