Will not force

Suddenly, the wind and rain subsided and she felt the sky darken.

"Are you really that sad?" A familiar voice came from above her head.

She suddenly looked up and saw Yuan Xuanlang, who was holding an umbrella, smiling, his eyes full of pity.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her eyes were blank.

Yuan Xuanlang squatted down to face her, their noses almost touching, "Are you crying yourself silly?"

He brushed the hair on her forehead aside and saw that her lips were pale and her eyes were red, like a pitiful, dirty little dog wilted by the rain, and he thought so.

The hot air hit her face. She moved her stiff hands and touched his face with her cold hands. After confirming, she cried out "wow" again.

At this moment, she had some vague understanding of the meaning of life.

He knelt down and hugged her, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

She punched him hard on the back a few times, "I... I really thought you were being flown... Woo..."

"No, no, even if I really was sent flying, I would tell you in advance." He stroked her back slowly to calm her down.

"Hmph!" She hit him again in anger, "Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it!"

In fact, he had planned to follow Uncle Liu's advice and disappear for a few months.

"A short separation is better than a new marriage. Girls all fall for it. If you are too straightforward and enthusiastic, the shy girl will be scared away." Uncle Liu looked like an experienced person.

He followed her from Suzaku Gate to the alley, and every step she took and every tear she dropped pierced his heart.

In the end, he still couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to make her sad, and couldn't bear to use such a cruel method.

"I... hiccup... I like you and I am attracted to you... I was so stupid before, I kept it hidden." Lin Yuan sobbed, throwing these words hidden deep in her heart into the open.

"I know, I know. My love for you has become a disease that no medicine can cure." He hugged her tightly. "Don't get wet in the rain here. Be careful not to catch a cold."

He helped her stand up. Seeing him chuckle, she pouted and frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Brother, I'm so happy! From now on, you are mine." He put the cloak on her shoulders, and they walked east together holding an umbrella.

"No, you're mine."

“Yeah, it’s all the same.”

"Where are we going?" Lin Yuan felt the warmth on the cloak, and the corners of her mouth curved up but she suppressed them, pretending to be reserved.

Their hands occasionally touched each other, like a dragonfly skimming the water or a butterfly's wings gliding past.

As he got closer, he took her hand and held it tightly.

The two looked at each other, confirming their feelings for each other.

Lin Yuan thought that there was no expression of love like modern people do by sending flowers or lighting candles. It seemed that everything was natural and as it should be.

Is it developing too fast?

"Our golden house, but there are some special circumstances now," he briefly introduced his current situation.

He made a bet with the emperor that if he faked his own death to lure out the evil spirit, something more interesting would happen than killing him. The bet was successful, but he had to be monitored by the imperial guards to prevent him from escaping.

"But haven't you already run away? They will find you." She spoke in a nasal voice.

"Since I was able to escape, I naturally wouldn't let them find out. Someone is covering up for me." He smiled indifferently.

"Who is it? Is there an insider in the Imperial Guards?" She raised her head.

"No, it's the honest man Wu Liangye, the master of Wangcai, who is pretending to be me in prison."

"Pfft—haha...this is too bullying." Lin Yuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"This kid has nothing to do anyway. Maybe he can gain enlightenment in prison."

"Hahahaha, I'd rather die than let my friend die."

The clouds stopped and the rain stopped, the sun set in Yuyuan, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the outskirts of the capital, a quiet mansion hidden in a bamboo forest.

The house has red tiles and white walls, a winding corridor, and is shaded by green trees. The walls of the gatehouse are carved with exquisite patterns, and the garden on the west wall is swaying with golden and snow-white chrysanthemums.

Pushing open the yellow pear wood door, the orange sunset shines through the vermilion carved wooden window. There is a mirror on the table, incense sticks are stuck on the ground, and a moon-white butterfly silk curtain hangs on the bed.

"I bought this two years ago when I visited the capital. It's quite simple, so please stay here for a while, Junior Sister."

Lin Yuan lowered her head, not because she felt embarrassed, but because she was no longer qualified to be called "junior sister".

Seeing her silence, he said in panic: "Ah, if you don't like it, we can find another one..."

"No, no need. It's beautiful here. I like it. But...can you please stop calling me Junior Sister?"

"Well, what's the big deal? I..." He suddenly realized that she really cared about this matter. "Lin Yuan, Master and Senior Sister didn't blame you. You are still our Junior Sister."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Well, what did you do wrong? You can't choose your identity." He couldn't help but hold her face and rubbed it a few times.

He was not so calm and tolerant at first.

Lin Yuan felt a sour taste in his nose. He nodded, pursed his lips, and hummed softly.

"It's time to change your name. What should I call you? Little Yuan? No, that stinky wood can't call you that... How about Yuanyuan?"

He actually thought of a name so seriously. Lin Yuan was surprised but also a little happy. Although it was a bit corny, she didn't want to refuse. "Okay."

"Then what did Yuanyuan call me?"

"Yuan Xuanlang?"

He shook his head.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, "Yuan Lang?"

He still shook his head.

Damn it, he's even picking and choosing.

Lin Yuan came up with another name from his limited knowledge. No way, it's a bit corny and difficult to say.

She finally mustered up the courage: "Then... Ah... Ah Xuan?"

Yuan Xuanlang's eyes lit up, "Great! This is it! Yuanyuan, call again."

Lin Yuan covered her face with her hands and glanced at him through her fingers: "Ah...Ah Xuan."

She felt a soft kiss on the back of her hand and quickly turned her hand away, "My hands are dirty."

"Then go take a bath."

The two of them took a bath one after another.

Lin Yuan had arrived in a hurry and didn't bring any change of clothes, so she had to put on Yuan Xuanlang's clothes. His clothes were too big, completely covering her. She shook out the sleeves, which were as long as theatrical costumes, and drank the hot ginger soup.

After they finished dinner, they discussed a strategy.

"Prince Nanning temporarily prepared a birthday gift because his birthday gift was damaged, but he was discovered and punished by the emperor. Therefore, this matter was definitely not planned by him." Yuan Xuanlang folded his hands and lowered his brows in thought.

"Why did he choose you to escort the convoy instead of someone more experienced?" Lin Yuan sat on the bed, wrapped in loose clothes.

"I'm afraid it's a case of borrowing a knife to kill someone."

"Do you have any enemies?"

He leaned back in his chair and scoffed, "There's so much, I can't remember it all these years. Tomorrow, we can go to Nanning Prefecture to find out."

"In the capital?"

"Yes, although the King of Nanning was granted the title of Duke of the Southern Kingdom by the Emperor, he also has a residence in the capital - ha - it's getting late, go to bed early." There was a sly smile in his slightly closed almond-shaped eyes.

"Sharing a bed?"

"What's there to be embarrassed about? You and I have been sleeping in the same bed in Stone Village for a year!" He pretended to be surprised and as if it was a matter of course, and his eyes widened.

"Well, things are different now... Oops!" She turned around and faced away from Yuan Xuanlang who was taking off his clothes.

"Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." I will only make you want to do it. Lin Yuan didn't know the little thoughts in Yuan Xuanlang's mind.

"Yeah." She consciously gave him half the space.

Why does it feel like entering a den of thieves here?

Lin Yuan turned to face the wall, her heart pounding so hard that she thought she was having a heart attack.

"Yuanyuan, are you happy?" His voice was very close, as if he was speaking into her ear.

"Uh-huh."

"Why does it sound like you're just trying to please me?"

"No, I'm really happy to know that you're not dead." Lin Yuan felt the taste change as she spoke, like a derailed train inexplicably connected to another track. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing, Yuanyuan? Did you say something against your will?" He teased slowly.

"No!" She turned around and tried to explain, her lips brushing against his face. It turned out that they were very close, and their warm breaths were entangled.

He approached quietly like a hunter. "Not what?" His voice was hoarse, and he tentatively nudged the tip of her nose with his nose.

She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness spreading across her lips, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, which made his heart tremble as he licked the honey he had longed for.

She responded with a light peck.

His eyes darkened and he became wild. He held the back of her head with one hand and kissed her deeply.

When she got nervous, she couldn't help holding her breath. After holding it for too long, she wanted to take a breath, but unexpectedly someone took advantage of the opportunity and swiped her tongue. The tip of his tongue was as shameless as the owner's, invading everywhere and teasing her.

The hot and oppressive feeling deepened, and a familiar and dangerous breath enveloped her. A feeling of suffocation came over her. She grabbed Yuan Xuanlang's clothes and pushed him hard, but her strength was like a kitten's coquettish scratching.

The clothes are disheveled and the spring light is suddenly revealed.