Zhan Xinjia originally intended to leave; after all, it was a bit shocking for someone to suddenly throw themselves into your arms during an argument...
She was so embarrassed she couldn't be more embarrassed.
But when he was so fierce, his rebellious streak kicked in, and he became even more energetic.
She gripped his collar even tighter, raising her fair face and a flash of anger in her clear, peach-blossom eyes. But this didn't make her look any more intimidating; instead, she resembled a fox with its fur standing on end.
"I already told you, give my things back!"
"Give it back to me and I'll leave. Otherwise, I'll just stay here forever. Tsk, if someone comes looking for you and sees that our legendary, impeccably dressed, refined and scholarly Grand Tutor Shen is actually so unrestrained even on the battlefield, you'll be completely ruined."
This is the most ruthless threat that Zhanxin Canon could come up with.
After all, he has always been thin-skinned, concerned about his image, and a solemn, old-fashioned person who values etiquette and law above all else.
Thinking of this, Zhan Xinjia felt more confident and immediately felt that he had the upper hand, so he couldn't help but become smug.
Zhan Xinjia's knee, resting against the table, was digging into the corner and hurt a little. She twisted her waist, trying to change her position, but the swaying almost caused her to fall off him. Still shaken, it took her a while to regain her balance.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt as if a hand had just caught her from behind.
Never mind!
Zhan Xinjia continued to press his advantage.
"Say something! If you don't speak, I'm going to call for help."
Shen Suqing lowered his brows and glanced at her with an ambiguous expression. In the end, he simply ignored her and, in this awkward embrace, picked up his pen and continued to handle official business.
Zhan Xinjia: "???"
Why did she feel that he even seemed to be in a better mood?
This person must be crazy!
She seemed to have lost all her strength and abilities.
Caught firmly between his embrace and the table, Zhan Xinjia couldn't get down. As he bent over to work diligently, the space became even narrower, forcing her to press herself against his chest.
The air was quiet, save for the soft rustling of snowflakes breaking branches outside the tent.
The charcoal brazier burned quietly indoors, the years passing slowly. The young man's slightly damp clothes and slicked-back hair were dried, and his embrace was as warm as a furnace, making him exceptionally comfortable and causing Zhan Xinjia to feel drowsy.
She slowly loosened her grip on his clothes, her ears turning slightly red and her face flushed. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.
I wiggled my leg, and hey, it doesn't hurt.
Looking down in confusion, she saw his left hand resting between her knee and the corner of the table, perfectly cushioning her movement. No matter how much she moved, she would only brush against his soft palm, without any further impact.
Zhan Xinjia's eyelashes trembled, she hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.
Bored, she glanced up at him furtively. The young man, his brows furrowed and eyes focused intently on reviewing official documents, didn't give her a second glance. From her angle, his features were refined and elegant, especially when he was working diligently; he was unbelievably handsome.
Since he ignored her, Zhan Xinjia had no choice but to find her own amusement.
Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a book spread out on the side of the table, and stared at it intently.
It seems to be from a book called "A New Account of Tales of the World".
The open page of the book reads: "The highest level is to be detached from emotions, the lowest level is to be devoid of emotions, and the place where emotions reside is precisely where we are."
"Supreme detachment from emotions"... It sounds like a book that Taoists would read. No, he did indeed work as a Taoist at the Sanqing Temple for several years.
Hmm, Master Shen?
The inexplicable, unfounded association amused him, and even his original anger almost dissipated. Zhan Xinjia rested his head against his chest, his eyelashes lowered, and his voice came in a muffled tone.
Were you very angry after I left?
She thought he wouldn't pay attention to her, but after a long silence, she heard the young man's calm and composed voice from above.
No, I'll forget you soon.
Upon hearing this answer, Zhan Xinjia's eyes widened suddenly. "Really? Then why did you come to Canghan?"
"Just official business."
Shen Suqing's voice was even colder.
Zhan Xinjia frowned, feeling that something was off, but he didn't seem like the type to lie. Could it be that she had been deluding herself all along, and that he was just visiting her on the side while he was at work?
Lost in thought with mixed feelings, Zhan Xinjia suddenly noticed something peeking out from his sleeve. Before Shen Suqing could react and stop her, she swiftly pulled it out—
It was a pair of red stationery pieces that had faded slightly after being exposed to wind and rain.
"I only wish our hearts were one."
"Together with Lord Shen forever"
The paper slips that had once hung together on the tree in that nameless Taoist temple were retrieved and tied together tightly with a red thread.
Zhan Xinjia was taken aback, and looked up at him blankly.
The young man suddenly stiffened, hastily avoiding her gaze, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and he awkwardly looked to the side.
The room fell silent for a moment.
His nose stung, and his eyes reddened slightly. Zhan Xinjia buried his head and stuffed the two tightly tied red notes back into his sleeve.
"Didn't you say you'd forget me soon...?"
Shen Suqing did not respond. He took a deep breath and tried to eliminate the distraction to continue to handle his official duties seriously. However, the hand holding the pen was trembling slightly. His knuckles moved slightly, and the pen tip drew an abrupt ink stain on the white paper, suddenly staining the entire sheet.
Zhan Xinjia's heart trembled slightly, and she reached out and tentatively hugged his lean waist.
"Young Master Shen, may I kiss you...?"
The young man still didn't respond. He closed his eyes with difficulty, his knuckles trembling even more violently, and his rapid breathing became erratic.
Nevertheless, his expression remained indifferent and aloof.
The tone couldn't be more solemn and serious.
"Get down."
This time, Zhan Xinjia neither got angry nor listened to him.
She tilted her head back and leaned in, gently pecking his chin. When she looked at him again, her eyes were filled with a soft mist.
Her voice was like a dream, alluring, as she asked again.
Aren't you going to push it away?
He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and remained silent for a long time.
As if she had received some kind of tacit approval, Zhan Xinjia grabbed his collar again, forcing him to lower his head, while she slowly leaned forward.
Just an inch away, she could clearly hear his rapid and intense heartbeat and his disordered breathing, but just as she was about to touch him, she hurriedly stepped back, pressing against his shoulder.
She stared at him longingly, her eyelashes fluttering, her clear eyes glistening with tears, biting her lip in a pitiful expression.
“Since you didn’t say yes, then I’d better not. I’m afraid you’ll suddenly get angry and yell at me for no reason again…”
"..."
His hand, which had been holding the pen, was now covering her eyes. His nails were neatly trimmed, with distinct knuckles, just like him—serene and reserved, always carrying a sense of restrained asceticism.
At that moment, this hand was holding her face tightly.
He bent down in despair, but instead of landing on her face, he buried his lips in her shoulder and bit down hard, his sharp teeth pressing against her through her clothes.
A tingling sensation ran from her lower back down to her tailbone, and Zhan Xinjia lost her focus.
The faint pain from her shoulder blade made her back tremble slightly. Zhan Xinjia shrank back and turned to the side to avoid it. Although there was no bleeding, she could still feel that he had not held back at all when he bit her.
She stared at him in disbelief.
No, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Why is it suddenly biting people?
Feeling wronged, the hand around her waist suddenly loosened, and the young man carried her to a chair beside him.
His hand rubbed her knees before pulling away.
The young man stood up straight and looked down at her condescendingly.
His half-closed phoenix eyes were as dark as ink, with a hint of suppressed dark red seeping into the corners of his eyes and brows. His expression was ugly and chillingly sinister.
His voice was hoarse and deep, and his pronunciation was extremely heavy.
His tone was so angry it almost sounded like a threat.
"If you don't want to be bitten again, sit here quietly and don't bother me. I'll discipline you after I finish my official business."
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