Shi Yuan cupped her face in his hands, "Master, who am I?"
Nanzhi raised her head, her peach blossom eyes misty with tears, looking pitiful.
She gazed at him with adoring eyes: "Shi Yuan."
Shi Yuan put his arm around her shoulder. "That's not right."
He caressed her face, knowing full well that everything she was doing was being manipulated by the Love Flower poison, yet he still shamelessly wanted to hear more.
He gazed at her tenderly and coaxed softly, "Call me A-Yuan."
Nanzhi blushed and called him somewhat shyly, "Ayuan."
He pressed his advantage, saying, "Call me husband."
Her face turned even redder, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
"...My husband."
Shi Yuan's eyes deepened, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he coaxed, "...Do you like Qian Che, or do you like me?"
"I like you..."
The sound was soft, gentle, and not loud, yet it was enough to make one lose all reason.
Shi Yuan lowered his head and kissed her lips, listening to her whimper like a cat.
He lifted her up by the waist and gently placed her on the bed.
The palace doors were closed by a talisman.
The bed curtains fell down.
His hand barely touched her belt before his fingertips trembled involuntarily.
Nan Zhi looked at the clothes lying on the ground and felt their coldness on her skin. Her rationality returned a little, and she reached out in a panic to push Shi Yuan away.
"Master."
A warm, large hand roamed over her body, and the voice in her ear gradually shattered all her reason.
Nan Zhi's resistance gradually weakened, and she went limp in his hands.
"My wife."
A gentle whisper reached her ear, and then she felt an indescribable pain.
She instinctively wanted to cry out, but her lips were sealed shut, and all her whimpers were stuck in her throat.
Unable to vent her pain, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Relax……"
The voice in her ear was seducing her; her eyes were red, and under his guidance, she slowly relaxed her body.
Later, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and everything before her eyes seemed to sway.
That unwavering Daoist heart, which had been held fast for a thousand years, crumbled overnight.
The next day, Nanzhi opened her eyes and stared blankly at the canopy above her head for a long time.
She felt like everything that happened last night was a dream.
It must be a dream...
Otherwise, how could she be like that with her apprentice in her dream...?
As she was thinking this, she was about to get up when, as she moved, her hand touched something.
She glanced at him instinctively, and when she saw the boy beside her, she froze.
She stared blankly for a long time before finally managing to speak with some difficulty: "Shi Yuan?"
The boy gave a soft "hmm" before slowly opening his eyes.
His eyes were still sleepy, clearly he hadn't fully woken up yet.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Nanzhi finally realized it was him, and was so frightened that she threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed.
But as soon as I lifted the lid, I saw myself completely naked.
In her fright, she forgot to use her spiritual power to change her clothes and put them on; she just hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.
"We last night?"
At this point, Shi Yuan lowered his eyelids, his expression somewhat gloomy: "Does Master not want to take responsibility for his disciple?"
Just thinking about last night made Nanzhi's face turn as red as a blooming peach blossom.
"Shi Yuan, your master..."
She hesitated, unsure of what to say.
How could she allow herself to be like this with him...?
Shi Yuan pursed his lips, looking aggrieved and pleading: "Master, don't worry, your disciple won't tell anyone. Your disciple... will just pretend nothing happened."
He put on his clothes and wanted to leave.
Nanzhi looked at his back, which seemed to have been abandoned, and couldn't bear it, so she called out to him.
"Shi Yuan".
Shi Yuan paused slightly.
"Your master... Your master will definitely give you an explanation."
Shi Yuan's lips curled up wildly, but his voice was very humble.
"But Master doesn't like his disciple."
"No!"
Nan Zhi subconsciously denied it, but after speaking, she felt a little shy. However, at this moment, she could not back down.
She put on her clothes, walked behind him, and hugged him.
She leaned against his back, her voice soft and slow: "I like you very much."
"Is it the same kind of liking as liking Uncle Qianche?"
“No,” Nan Zhi said without hesitation, “My feelings for you, Uncle Qian Che, are just those of a fellow disciple; it’s my feelings for you that are…”
"What is talent?"
Nanzhi was a little embarrassed: "It's the affection between a man and a woman."
Shi Yuan couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and he turned around and hugged her tightly.
"Master, I like you very much too, it's the kind of liking that comes between a man and a woman."
He held her tightly, as if he wanted to pull her into his body.
Nan Zhi looked at his favorability rating, which had reached 80%, and sighed softly.
They're so easy to fool.
003 pitied Shi Yuan for a few seconds.
Shi Yuan thought he had lied to Nan Zhi.
Little did anyone expect that Nan Zhi was the master at deceiving people without making them fall for her.
What kind of love flower poison?
That wasn't love potion poison; it was a catalyst for their relationship.
Nanzhi lifted her head from his embrace and said, "Wait for me here. I'm going to find your Uncle Qianche and tell him that I can no longer be his partner."
Shi Yuan then released her.
But as she left, I couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.
As they kissed, his hands started to wander again.
Nan Zhi quickly grabbed his hand, her tone reproachful: "Shi Yuan!"
Shi Yuan released her hand and kissed her cheek: "Master, come back soon, I'll miss you."
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