After Huo Wuyou tied their long black hair together with a red string and knotted them into one strand, Xue Zhiyi said, "The ceremony is now complete."
Huo Wuyou hesitated for a moment, his eyes and eyebrows seeming to harbor evil thoughts: "One more gift is missing."
Xue Zhiyi looked at him: "What?"
Huo Wuyou moved closer and his voice fell into her ear: "The ritual of Zhou Gong."
Xue Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, not knowing if it was the effect of the wine, but he felt his ears suddenly become hot.
...Huo Wuyou looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her approval.
"Wait... wait a minute." Xue Zhiyi swallowed his dry throat and took out the hairpin from his sleeve: "First, tell me when you hid this?"
Huo Wuyou was stunned and looked away.
It was a plum blossom-shaped hairpin made of pearls. Although Xue Zhiyi had a lot of jewelry in the past, she still remembered that she had lost such a hairpin before. As for when and how she lost it, her memory was a little fuzzy, but she did not expect to see this thing under Huo Wuyou's pillow.
Clearing his throat, Huo Wuyou spoke in a low voice, as if he had been caught doing something bad: "Yongping Marquis Mansion, the time you saved me."
After he reminded her, Xue Zhiyi finally remembered. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Were we very familiar with each other then? Why did you keep this?"
Now it was Xue Zhiyi's turn to lean over to Huo Wuyou and ask, "Have you had feelings for me since then?"
"No wonder we've been waiting for this day for so long."
"Then why did you scare me at the Fengming Mountain Spring Fair?"
"I didn't realize you were so good at pretending?"
She held her chin, admiring Huo Wuyou's embarrassed face as she teased him: "Tell me, what did you like about me back then?"
The pressure was getting too intense, and Huo Wuyou turned his head and met his gaze with an evasive look, which was actually a bit aggressive and angry, which made Xue Zhiyi's heart skip a beat.
Xue Zhiyi felt a tightness on her wrist. Huo Wuyou grabbed her wrist holding the hairpin, turned around and threw her onto the bed.
The boy's face flushed, and he chuckled as if he was determined to win: "We'll talk about it after the ceremony is over."
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