Chapter 66 Mission Progress 99% "It's a big holiday, don't cry,...

"Miss, I'm just afraid that you will disappear again as soon as I open my eyes."

Yin Zhiyi pulled the corner of his mouth: "So, you want to keep me locked up?"

Seeing that the people in front of her were silent, she asked, "...So where are we going now? Did Master Bai know when we left?"

The young man looked at Yin Zhiyi with eyes as gentle as spring water. He hooked his little finger slightly and said, "... go to a place that Miss likes, a place with mountains and water, and four distinct seasons. As for Master Bai Tian and the others... I naturally left a message for them, Miss, don't worry."

When Yin Zhiyi heard Yan Shiman talking about the place with mountains and water, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

This is what she said yesterday.

The young man trembled and kissed her wrist: "...Miss said she would not leave during this period of time. Just stay with me like this, okay?"

Yin Zhiyi's eyelashes twitched slightly, and he sighed softly: "Okay."

…

Yan Shiman did not lie, the two of them really just went downstream.

Until the ship docked in Yunze.

In a blink of an eye, a whole month has passed.

Yin Zhiyi ignored the scent of birds through the window and looked up at the flowers and plants in the yard. In the middle of the yard was a persimmon tree laden with fruits, which looked like autumn.

Originally thought that Yan Shiman would lock her up for a few days and then release her. It was only a few days. Even if it was to eliminate the hatred, she could cooperate. Unexpectedly, this man had no intention of letting her free from the moment she got off the boat until now.

Moreover, she discovered that Yan Shiman had become more and more skilled at climbing into her bed recently.

Not only do I kiss her and hug her, but now I have to sleep in the same bed with her every day.

At first, when she refused, the man turned pale and started crying. Then she couldn't bear to refuse him, but as time went on, she gradually understood his meaning.

This is simply pretending to be pitiful to win her sympathy!

The door was pushed open——

Yin Zhiyi raised his head suddenly, his face instantly darkening.

It's not that she didn't want to have a good talk with Yan Shiman these two days. At first, she tried to reason with him, but the boy just pretended to be pitiful.

This was like a punch on cotton. No matter how soft-hearted she was, it would only make her angrier if it happened again and again.

So, starting from last week, Yin Zhiyi began a unilateral cold war with him.

She really wanted to eliminate Yan Shiman's hatred and go home, but if she couldn't eliminate it, would she be locked up by Yan Shiman for the rest of her life?

The young man stepped in.

Perhaps because he realized that pretending to be good and weak would be of no use to Yin Zhiyi, Yan Shiman simply stopped pretending. He held a bowl of porridge in his hand, with an imperceptible paranoia in his eyes.

Yin Zhiyi turned her head away from him and said, "I won't eat unless you untie it for me."

"Except for this, you can have anything you want, miss. Is it because the little gadgets I bought yesterday are too boring?" The young man smiled lightly, and if you listen carefully, you can hear some flattery in his smile, "Today I..."

Yin Zhiyi suddenly stood up to interrupt, knocking the porcelain bowl out of Yan Shiman's hand. The sharp sound of the porcelain bowl breaking and the anger rising on her face instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense.

"No matter how much you buy, I can't be imprisoned by you forever. Do you understand?"

Seeing the boy's cautious eyes, Yin Zhiyi couldn't help but soften her tone. She sighed, "Let me go, and we can live in harmony... Even if I want to leave this time, I will definitely say goodbye properly, okay?"

The boy just remained silent and picked up the ceramic fragments on the ground.

If you look closely, you will find that his fingertips are almost pinching into the palm of your hand.

The young man looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed in Yin Zhiyi's eyes. He seemed to look even more haggard, even worse than the first few days when he came to Yunze.

The area under his eyes was blue-gray, without a trace of blood.

A slight sense of uneasiness arose in her heart. She knew Yan Shiman's ability to recover. Logically speaking, after a month, he shouldn't be like this anymore. She was just about to ask if he didn't change the medicine on time again.

Without saying a word, the boy put the little toys he bought today to entertain her on the table.

This is simply adding fuel to the fire.

Yin Zhiyi's anger, which had just subsided, suddenly flared up even higher: "Did you listen to me?"

She was so angry that her eyes went dark. She held her forehead and before she could recover, she fell backwards.

There was a flash of panic in the boy's eyes, and he hurried forward to help her, but was pushed away by her.

"I don't need your help."

Yin Zhiyi held onto the table. She could actually feel her health decreasing, and she had been feeling chest tightness from time to time lately.

But she didn't expect that this would happen just because she was simply angry.

It's just like a porcelain doll.

This interruption immediately weakened the momentum.

Yan Shiman's hand froze in mid-air instantly after being waved away. His jawline was stretched so tight that it was almost transparent. His deep, suffocating breaths suppressed his emotions, and his pale lips murmured as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he just left in a hurry.

Yin Zhiyi thought he would not come again, but unexpectedly, a few moments later, he saw the young man bringing in a porcelain bowl again.

The boy's hand holding the bowl of porridge was trembling slightly, and his eyelashes drooped very low: "...Miss."

This time it doesn't seem like he's pretending to be pitiful, it seems like he's really pitiful.

Yin Zhiyi saw a red mark on the back of his hand, which seemed to be caused by being scalded by the spilled porridge just now.

I was worn out for a while and lost my temper.

"Miss, after you finish this bowl of porridge, I will take you out, okay?" There was a hint of pleading in the boy's eyes.

When Yin Zhiyi heard this, he frowned slightly, somewhat unconvinced.

But under the boy's earnest gaze, he nodded.

She wanted to know what Yan Shiman was trying to do.

She had no idea how to eliminate that hatred. She had actually tried to give in this month, but the hatred value remained unchanged. Even when she lost her temper, the hatred value did not increase. In short, there was no fluctuation at all.

Does it mean that Yan Shiman has to wait until he has done everything he wants to do before the hatred will dissipate?

Yin Zhiyi finished his porridge and a smile appeared on the boy's face.

Yan Shiman used the key to open the shackles on the bedpost. He ignored Yin Zhiyi's raised hand and instead buckled one end around his own wrist.

He said softly, "Let's go, Miss."

Yin Zhiyi saw this and glared at him. She knew that he would not open it for her so easily.

If she were to ask herself, over the past month, Yan Shiman had served her wholeheartedly and without making her feel uncomfortable at all. Even the inside of the handcuffs that locked her were covered with a layer of soft cloth. However, being locked up like this and having her personal freedom restricted was no different from being treated like a captive bird.

"Miss, do you... hate me?"

Yin Zhiyi was silent. She didn’t know what to say. If she said she hated Yan Shiman, that was actually okay. After all, Yan Shiman didn’t really do anything to her... She was probably feeling more annoyed and a little... at a loss?

She really didn't expect Yan Shiman to be like this.

But this kind of silence, in Yan Shiman's eyes, has another meaning.

The boy's eyes deepened.

"Even if Miss hates me, she promised me that she would accompany me during this period. Miss can't break her promise."

He pulled Yin Zhiyi to sit down in front of the dressing table. Yin Zhiyi looked at the young man in the mirror, lowered her head, and began to tie her hair very carefully.

Yin Zhiyi was dazzled by the tenderness at this moment. The young man had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and although his hair-combing technique was not so skillful, every move was still captivating.

Yan Shiman slowly picked out a jade hairpin from a large box of jewelry on the dressing table and inserted it into her hair.

This is the one Yin Zhiyi uses most often. She doesn't like fancy jewelry, simple and textured ones are the best. This jade is of very good quality. It was bought by Yan Shiman when she was still in Beijing. She has been using it all the time...

Yin Zhiyi was still staring at the jade hairpin, her memories drifting away. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders. Yan Shiman hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder: "This hairpin is too ordinary. In a few days, I will give you a special hairpin."

She patted Yan Shiman's drooping hands, motioning him to get up, and paused before saying, "...Well, this one is also pretty good."

"Then it's settled. Since you don't have a hairpin now, I'll give you a bracelet first... ahem..."

The boy's tone sounded somewhat excited, but at the end he couldn't help but cough twice with his fists clenched.

Yin Zhiyi's brows suddenly rose. Seeing the pale face of the young man, he said in a serious tone, "Did you not change the medicine?"

"I'm so happy that the young lady cares about me." His eyes were shining, and his actions and words didn't show any sign of illness, but his complexion was really bad.

In fact, she was the one who changed Yan Shiman’s dressings in the beginning, but later on because his wound started to heal and they had a conflict again, Yin Zhiyi stopped caring about him. After such a period of time, his complexion should have improved a bit, so why did his face become paler and paler?

"you……"

She wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by Yan Shiman: "Miss, many of my wounds have healed, but I caught a cold last night and that's why I look pale."

He lifted up one of his sleeves, and Yin Zhiyi saw a new light pink mark on it. The wound was indeed a scab, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man stretched out his hand, and in his palm lay an extremely thin silver chain with seven small bells strung on it, which looked very delicate. He took Yin Zhiyi's hand and put it on her himself, then kissed the back of her hand.

Yin Zhiyi withdrew his hand uncomfortably.

"…What do you want to show me? If it doesn't have to be today, then let's do it another day."

She hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak, mainly because Yan Shiman's face looked so bad.

She was afraid that she was on the road with half the people on it. I'm not exaggerating. Anyone who saw her complexion would feel the same way.

"No, if you don't watch it today, you'll have to wait another year."

So, Yin Zhiyi changed her clothes in a daze and was put on a veil hat by Yan Shiman.

Then went out.

…

Looking up, there is a full moon.

It was not until they reached the bustling streets, where the lights were as bright as day, that Yin Zhiyi realized that today was Mid-Autumn Festival!

The young man grabbed her wrists, and the slender shackles glowed coldly under the reflection of the lanterns. Yan Shiman walked half a step in front of her, with his wide sleeves hanging down, just covering the restraints that connected them. From a distance, they looked like an ordinary loving couple.

Yin Zhiyi suddenly asked, "Have you already planned to take me out today?"

"Yeah." The young man suddenly stopped and pointed at the candy figure on the stall with his fingertips. It looked like a little rabbit. He bought one and handed it to Yin Zhiyi.

After hearing this, Yin Zhiyi felt inexplicably annoyed... She thought that her temper today was of some value, but it turned out not to be the case.

But looking at the people playing in the street, then at the round moon above her head, and finally meeting the boy's smiling eyes, she snatched the sugar man from his hand in annoyance.

It's a major holiday, there's no need to be hard on yourself.

She bit off half of the rabbit's head and said with a pout, "You know my preferences very well."

Yan Shiman said: "I remember every word the young lady said."

Passing by several stalls, Yan Shiman bought everything without exception, and almost all of them were bought according to Yin Zhiyi's taste. In the end, he had a pile of snacks and ten little rabbit lanterns in his hands, and he couldn't even hold them all.

Yin Zhiyi took a few lanterns from him, and hesitated to speak. Seeing Yan Shiman wanted to buy more, he said with a smile: "Why buy so many? Are we selling lanterns tonight?"

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he seemed to be a little aggrieved: "I... just want Miss to like this Mid-Autumn night more. This is my first time to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival... Miss is also the first person to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with me. I want this night to be a little less shabby."

Yin Zhiyi was slightly stunned when she heard this. When she looked up again, she saw the boy's red eyes and his forced smile, and she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"I don't mean to blame you..." The words sounded weak.

She sighed, reached out and held the boy's hand holding the lantern, and said in a coaxing tone: "It's a big festival, don't cry, I'll take you to light the lanterns, okay?"