Chapter 17: She pretends to be not a girl?

Xie Yunqing quickly changed into the plain white robe that symbolized his identity as a member of the Tianxuan Sect, and locked the dark-patterned brocade robe and the black-gold mask deep in the secret cabinet.

He did not immediately go to look for Shen Wenji, but instead, carrying the bag of red bean cakes that had caused trouble, he calmly walked into the most secluded private room in the corner of the west wing, sat down there leisurely, and waited for the fish to take the bait.

Sure enough, just after half an incense stick of time, the sound of tiptoeing footsteps, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, was heard outside the door.

Xie Yunqing's eyes fell on the open oil-paper bag. His mind turned, and the corners of his lips curled up as he came up with a plan.

If you ask directly, Shen Wenji, that little liar, will definitely deny it in every possible way.

It would be better to... use myself as bait and trick her.

The footsteps had reached the door. Xie Yunqing picked up a piece of red bean pastry with his slender fingers and was about to put it into his mouth.

"Bang—" The door was kicked open with great force. Shen Wenji's figure was swept in like a whirlwind, and with unprecedented urgency, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't! Don't eat!"

Xie Yunqing's hand barely stopped at his lips, the red bean cake between his fingertips trembling. He raised his eyes, his eyes full of surprise, and asked innocently, "Wen Ji, why are you here?"

Shen Wenji didn't bother to answer at all. He just put a finger to his lips, made a gesture of silence, then quickly slipped in and bolted the door.

Xie Yunqing couldn't help but stare at her, his chin resting on his hand calmly, and asked knowingly: "Did you sneak in? Without an invitation?"

Shen Wenji turned a deaf ear to him and rushed over, his eyes fixed on the bag of red bean cakes. He raised his hand and counted them carefully.

"You've come just in time, let's try it together?" Xie Yunqing casually handed the red bean pastry in his hand to Shen Wenji's lips, but she grabbed his wrist.

Xie Yunqing raised his eyebrows, a subtle light flashing in his eyes: "What does this mean?"

"Don't move!" Shen Wenji said hurriedly, snatching the red bean cake from his fingers almost like snatching it away. "I'll explain it to you later."

She lowered her head and counted again, her face suddenly turning pale.

Wait, including the one in Xie Yunqing’s hand, how come there is still one missing?

She turned back abruptly, her eyes as sharp as a torch, staring intently at Xie Yunqing's mouth. It was over, it was over. At the corner of his slightly pursed lips, she actually found a tiny bit of red bean crisp crumbs.

"You...what are you looking at." Xie Yunqing's voice was hoarse and he spoke incoherently. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and he stared at Shen Wenji motionlessly.

Her sudden approach made his breathing stop for a moment.

Shen Wenji raised his hand and wiped the crumbs from his lips. His face was ashen, and he asked desperately, "Tell me! Did you eat the red bean cake?"

Xie Yunqing: "..."

The cool touch of her fingertips lingered on his lips, bringing a strange tingling sensation. Xie Yunqing licked his lips subconsciously, but his eyes followed the fingers that had just touched him. His eyes were dark and unclear, and he said in a cold voice, "Red bean cake? I didn't..."

He paused, looked at Shen Wenji's expectant eyes, and suddenly changed the subject: "Red bean pastry, I ate it. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Shen Wenji gasped, covering his forehead with his hands and shaking it, as if trying to shake off the thunderbolt from the blue sky. But in the end, he could only lower his head in resignation, not daring to look at Xie Yunqing.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's whisper, filled with embarrassment and shame: "Then...are you feeling unwell?"

"You're not feeling well?" Xie Yunqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "What? Did you poison me?"

"You can't say that...at most I put some drugs in it." Shen Wenji's voice became even quieter. With panic and bewilderment, he tried to explain awkwardly: "It wasn't intentional poisoning. I accidentally sent it to the wrong person."

"Heh." Xie Yunqing laughed in anger, glancing at her coldly, his tone full of sarcasm: "Can you give the wrong gift to someone? Then who were you going to give it to?"

"Don't worry about it." Shen Wenji was anxious and embarrassed, his voice was urgent, and he looked at him suspiciously, "Are you okay? Did you... not eat at all, and deliberately lie to me?"

Xie Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm. He suddenly raised his hand to cover his left temple, letting out a muffled groan of pain: "Ugh..."

In order to realistically imitate Wu Feng's blushing effect, he even used his hands behind his back to secretly practice his internal energy, trying to force the surging Qi and blood in his Dantian to surge upwards.

The chaotic Qi rushed through his meridians like a wild horse, his forehead veins bulging with sweat, his face flushed from the intense pain and the intense pressure, and his breathing became heavy and rapid.

He had intended to force his Qi to act, but he had underestimated the severity of the old, dormant injury. The pain of his Qi and blood surging through him didn't need to be faked; it was fully manifested.

"Xie Yunqing!" Shen Wenji was so frightened that he rushed forward to support his shaky body, his voice changing tone, "How are you?"

It seemed that he hadn't lied to her and that he had indeed eaten the red bean cake. The current symptoms were clearly the effects of the drug.

Xie Yunqing had no time for pretense at this moment. His old wounds were riled, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the carnage. The glaring red and the shrill screams were as if he were there, and the murderous rage threatened to overwhelm his sanity.

But when he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by mist again. In the dim and flickering light, he felt someone approaching.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the person next to him, with real strength, squeezing Shen Wenji's bones so hard that they hurt.

But he had no intention of letting go, holding on tightly, his eyes red, his voice hoarse and terrifying: "Who are you?"

Oh no, Xie Yunqing is already unconscious. Besides being able to change sexual desire, does this Hehuan Sect's medicine have any side effects on the body?

Shen Wenji's wrist was already sore from being pinched, but even worse than the pain was the scorching heat coming from Xie Yunqing's palm, which seemed to melt her skin and dry up her blood.

Her hand was so hot? Would Xie Yunqing have a fever and become stupid? If he really did become stupid, he wouldn't cling to her, would he? Would he not let her take the blame?

The more he thought about it, the scarier it became. Shen Wenji didn't have time to break free, but leaned slightly towards him, stretched out his other free hand, and in a panic, touched Xie Yunqing's forehead.

A slightly cool palm with a refreshing fragrance came towards him, and the soft fingertips accidentally brushed across his tall nose, and the warm palm lightly covered it.

The familiar breath, with its soothing cool touch, slightly extinguished the anger swirling in Xie Yunqing's mind, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

Almost instinctively, his big hand that was restraining her wrist suddenly loosened and instead hooked the slender waist of the person in front of him.

The unstoppable force made the defenseless Shen Wenji stagger.

She screamed and almost fell into Xie Yunqing's arms.

Xie Yunqing subconsciously buried his hot cheeks in Shen Wenji's shoulders and neck, rubbing and sniffing eagerly like a trapped animal seeking comfort, trying to find the unique cool fragrance that would soothe him.

But no matter how I rubbed it, I couldn't smell any familiar scent, I only smelled a smell that looked like my own.

This was not Shen Wenji's fault. After all, a few hours ago, he was the one who coerced her and helped her take off her outer robe and put on his own clothes.

However, Xie Yunqing, who was unconscious, could no longer remember these things. He just instinctively looked for that familiar fragrance. His hands began to wander and grope around her back and waist in a disorderly manner with a sense of anxiety and exploration.

"You... let go!" Shen Wenji was embarrassed and anxious, and struggled hard. But the iron arm around her waist seemed to have taken root. Every time she twisted her body, not only could she not break free, but the hold tightened.

"..." Shen Wenji was completely speechless, secretly complaining: "This Hehuan Sect's medicine is too strong. It actually forced a cold and aloof immortal like Xie Yunqing into this state?"

The randomly moving hands were not satisfied with pulling her belt, but were actually exploring downwards, intending to tear open her waistband.

The words Yan Xu said, "unconscious", "beastial", "exposed as a woman dressed as a man", rang in my ears.

Shen Wenji shuddered violently.

As the restless hand was about to reach her panties, she tremblingly took out the illusion bag.

"Swoosh!" A white light flashed.

However, even though Xie Yunqing's consciousness was confused, his keen perception of spiritual power was engraved into his bones. He felt a strange fluctuation of spiritual power, and his palm reflexively wanted to perform a spell, but he forgot that he was holding Shen Wenji's waist at the moment.

"Ah!" Shen Wenji cried out in pain unexpectedly.

The big hand that was originally restraining her waist inexplicably closed its five fingers and pinched the most sensitive soft flesh on her waist.

The severe pain made Shen Wenji burst into tears instantly, but it also gave her a flash of inspiration. She took advantage of the situation and shouted loudly: "Xie Yunqing! What are you crazy about? Look carefully, it's me, Shen Wenji!"

The name Shen Wenji was like a sedative, awakening Xie Yunqing's confused consciousness.

While he was stunned, Shen Wenji took the opportunity to push his body.

The soft person in his arms was about to leave, but his hands reacted before his brain did, and he subconsciously pulled his arms back.

This time, not only did he fail to pull the person back into his arms, but in a panic, his palm pressed firmly between Shen Wenji's legs... Did he touch something he shouldn't touch?

The clear, hard, and unmistakable touch instantly penetrated Xie Yunqing's limbs and bones.

Xie Yunqing was very familiar with this thing, but he didn't expect it to grow on Shen Wenji.

Isn't Shen Wenji a girl? But how could it be... Could it be that he had been guessing wrong all along? Did he misunderstand?

Is she actually him?

It wasn't a woman disguised as he guessed. It was just because Shen Wenji was too handsome, with slender bones and skin as white as jade, that he had an illusion?

All his actions before that... Xie Yunqing's mind was in a mess. Thinking about the touch of his palm just now, he couldn't think at all.

"Sorry... I..." He let go of her hand in a panic, his tone filled with helplessness.

Looking at Xie Yunqing like this, Shen Wenji actually began to reflect on whether he had spoken too loudly just now.

Even if she was angry, it had disappeared at this moment. Thinking about it carefully, she really shouldn't blame Xie Yunqing.

To put it bluntly, she was the one who started all of this. She was the one who took the red bean cake, she was the one who gave the red bean cake to Xie Yunqing, and she was the one who broke into Xie Yunqing's house without her own will...

Forget it... The most urgent thing is to feed me the medicine my mother gave me.

Shen Wenji suppressed his expression, lowered his eyes to look at Xie Yunqing, controlled his voice, and tried his best to coax him, "Be good, open your mouth."

She took out the white jade porcelain bottle given by her mother, poured out a brown pill the size of her little finger, and carefully handed it to Xie Yunqing's lips.

There was no reaction at all. Xie Yunqing was like a puppet, not even moving his eyes.

Is this guy really stupid? She stared at him suspiciously for a long time, but in the end she was at her wit's end.

Shen Wenji took a deep breath, half-crouched patiently, and his voice became artificial: "Xiao Xie is a good boy, right? Take the medicine quickly, you will get better soon."

Shen Wenji swore that she didn't have this much patience with her cousin's three-year-old child. Forget it, who told her to owe Xie Yunqing?

Despite much persuasion, Xie Yunqing remained unmoved.

All the regret in Shen Wenji's heart disappeared.

She cursed under her breath, grabbed Xie Yunqing's neck and forced him to raise his head.

Since soft tactics didn't work, she had to use force. She was going to force the pill into Xie Yunqing's mouth.

It was strange to say, but Xie Yunqing was a stubborn person. Even when someone grabbed his throat, he barely showed any reaction except for a slight frown.

How can I feed him medicine without even opening my mouth? Shen Wenji was overwhelmed.

At this moment, Yan Xu's anxious voice sounded in her mind like a death warrant: "Chen Wenji, how are you doing? Are you still alive?"

"I won't die for the time being." Shen Wenji replied unhappily.

Yan Xu was extremely anxious: "If you are not going to die, retreat quickly. I don't know what happened here, but there are a lot of people gathered around Zuihualou. It looks like they are going to seal off the building and search it. If you don't get out now, you may never get out again."

"Got it, I'll be there right away." Shen Wenji's heart trembled, and he forced himself to suppress his panic. The more critical the situation, the calmer he had to be.

Should we leave now? But Xie Yunqing hasn't been given his medicine yet. What if he relapses like he did just now?

He won't eat even if you coax him to, and he won't eat even if you force him to.

Shen Wenji's gaze fell on the teacup beside her. In a flash, a very clichéd but potentially feasible method suddenly emerged in her mind. It was written in a love storybook she had seen from her second senior sister.

Or what? Try the method in the storybook?

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Guess the prizes, what are the clichés in the storybooks?

If someone guesses correctly, the author's love will be rewarded*1 [red heart][red heart][red heart][dog head holding a rose]

Xiao Xie was shocked: No... What did I encounter? She was shocked. He turned out to be a man [scared][scared][scared] This is not right (stunned)

Yan Xu's plan was a great success.