Chapter 59 Something terrible is going to happen, please give me a heartbeat + stars + jealousy
A piercing wail echoed through the corridor, and Sikong Zhaixing's features instantly contorted as he instinctively bent over and hugged his left leg.
Having taken a solid kick from Xian Yue, he couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Wei Sheng Xian Yue, you actually dared to kill me!"
"My first kiss!! Sikong Zhaixing, I hate you!!" Xianyue's face was burning hot, and her fair ears were even redder than blood.
First kiss! Sikong Zhaixing's eyes lit up instantly.
It felt as if he had suddenly soared to the clouds; his heart pounded like a drum, as if a lake or sea had been stirred up by turbulent waves and could no longer find peace.
Only after understanding the second half of Xianyue's sentence did he deflate, slumping his shoulders and saying, "Don't hate me anymore. Why do you always hate me?"
"What else can I do if I don't hate you!" Xianyue glared at him fiercely, her eyes shimmering with tears, as if she had shut out the spring colors of the whole garden.
Sikong Zhaixing glanced at her, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how.
After a long pause, he awkwardly shuffled over, his eyes darting around, and mumbled in his throat, "You can...do that to me."
With a whoosh, Xianyue covered her ears, the burning heat seeming to seep through her fingers like smoke. "You filthy scoundrel, you bastard!"
Sikong Zhaixing looked at the two blushes that rose on her cheeks, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his fingers tightened uncontrollably.
No, we can't kiss anymore!
Thinking this, my foot involuntarily took a step forward.
Seeing his bewitching eyes, and his intense gaze fixed on her face, Xianyue felt her heart pound uncontrollably.
My mind started screaming for help involuntarily!
In an attempt to escape her out-of-control emotions, she frantically lifted her foot.
A kick right in the waist!
Sikong Zhaixing was caught off guard and kicked hard, causing her to fall backward and land heavily on her shoulders in the corridor.
His limbs flailed wildly in the air for a moment, and before he could even cry out in pain, the door slammed shut with a loud bang amidst the flying dust.
He stared in disbelief, clutching his back as he got up.
?
How come it's different from what Lu Xiaoji taught?
In the room separated by just one door.
Xianyue let out a silent scream, covered her face, and burrowed into the covers.
She bit her lips, which had become numb from being sucked, and her mind was filled with images of Sikong Zhaixing kissing her.
You bastard, you bastard, how could you stick your tongue out like that!
Her burning face buried in the brocade quilt, and soon it felt like it was smoking, making her roll around in agony.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die.
This is terrible! Why is my heart beating so fast?
She writhed and curled up in bed, her body contorted like a shrimp, her hands clutching her chest as if pleading to stop something: "Stop jumping, stop jumping, please."
Her heart was pounding so fast it was unbelievable. She slammed her fist down on the bed as if she couldn't take it anymore, muttering, "It's over, it's over. That bracelet really was poisonous. I slipped and wasn't careful, and I fell for Sikong Zhaixing's trick."
She sobbed as if she had thought of something terrifying, "What should I do? What should I do? But he's so ugly... Waaah."
She wailed, and the face that could easily be lost in a crowd began to appear in her mind.
His face had smooth lines, without any sharp angles or prominent bone structure. His eyes were medium-sized single eyelids, and his eyebrows were light in color, simply outlined along his eye sockets.
His nose bridge was neither high nor low; it was ordinary and unremarkable.
lips.......
Xianyue covered her head and whimpered, "No! I don't want to like an ugly monster!"
While verbally resisting and slandering him, a corner of her heart couldn't help but secretly refute him.
It's not entirely without merit, is it?
At least, at least.
That face, so plain it seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by a craftsman, had a pair of expressive eyes.
When those eyes light up, it's like...
"Like stars."
Realizing how terrible her words were, Xianyue's eyes widened as she collapsed.
Oh no, my life has been ruined by Sikong Zhaixing.
"No, no, no, absolutely not. I want to lose my memory!"
She scrambled to her feet, banging her head against the wall. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she gripped the gold bracelet tightly in her hand and declared emphatically, "This damn bracelet is definitely poisonous! Just throw it away!"
His gaze shifted downwards, meeting the exquisitely crafted bracelet with a menacing intensity.
Peach branches, moon patterns, and red beads.
...Did this idiot spend a long time choosing?
Its arrogance gradually diminished, and eventually disappeared completely.
Exhausted, Xianyue collapsed onto the bed, trying to console herself: "The bracelet is innocent and shouldn't be blamed."
She pulled up the covers, staring into the darkness before her, and comforted herself, saying: Just pretend I was bitten by a dog.
It's okay, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep.
If that doesn't work, try some traditional Chinese medicine to regulate your body!
......
In another room, Sikong Zhaixing was also sprawled out on the bed without any regard for her image.
Peach wine, dried peaches, and the well-water-soaked peaches he had been dreaming of were scattered haphazardly on the bed.
The morning light pierced through the window frame and fell on the corners of his mouth, which were unconsciously turned up.
His eyes were unfocused on the roof beam, and the dazed and intoxicated look in his eyes was almost overflowing.
The sweet scent of peaches lingered around his nose. As if he had seen a sweet scene, he covered his eyes and suddenly burst into laughter, revealing a row of teeth.
A pair of nimble fingers grasped the small peach, and Sikong Zhaixing's eyes were fixed on its pink skin without blinking.
Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, just like the blush on a young girl's cheeks when she was shy.
My first kiss.
He burst out laughing, unable to contain his joy, and hugged the peach to his chest like a precious treasure.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but think, "So what if it's a match made in heaven?"
There's nothing in the world that I, Sikong Zhaixing, can't steal.
It was nothing more than stealing Xianyue's heart back from a pretty boy.
Could the King of Thieves possibly be stumped?
He smiled smugly and flipped himself over nimbly.
As soon as he exerted force, his bruised waist slammed against the bed board, and he instantly curled up, wincing and hissing as he gasped for breath.
It hurts so much!
He slammed the bed, thinking bitterly.
Damn it, it's all Lu Xiaoji's fault!
......
After the sun set, the two looked at each other in the lobby of the inn.
The moment Xianyue saw him, her breath hitched, and she instinctively wanted to run away.
Her feet had unconsciously shifted direction, but Sikong Zhaixing remained completely unfazed, which made her feel uneasy again.
To save face, she forced herself to turn her foot back and asked, feigning composure, "What a coincidence?"
Sikong Zhaixing coughed lightly and nudged her gently with her elbow as if by accident, "Didn't you say last night that we would set off at 1:00 PM?"
Even such a small collision had made his palms slightly sweaty.
A small current surged up her arm, and Xianyue abruptly pulled her hand back, running away as if startled.
Her voice carried on the wind, "Hurry up and leave! Hurry up and leave!"
It looked as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them.
Sikong Zhaixing lagged behind her by a step, watching her from afar, his eyes fixed on her.
The bright, warm sun hangs high in the sky, and the air is filled with the leisurely fragrance of flowers. Large clusters of crape myrtle flowers grow on the branches, resembling silk and brocade.
A vibrant and energetic atmosphere rushed towards her, and the tension in Xianyue's heart instantly eased. She poked at the wrinkled and curled petals beside her, smiled, and skipped forward.
Seeing that she was in such a good mood that she started humming a song, Sikong Zhaixing followed behind her and suspiciously touched the translucent petal.
What's so good about that?
He clicked his tongue twice; he didn't like any of these wildflowers.
Sikong Zhaixing looked down at the cluster of gaudy crape myrtle flowers from his high vantage point.
He thought to himself: In what way is he not better than this flower?
When I get angry, my hands start to itch.
This flower doesn't look like anything good.
He stealthily glanced at Xianyue's back, then suddenly reached out and roughly pinched her hard.
The scattered, broken petals fluttered to the ground, and Sikong Zhaixing disdainfully stomped on them.
After carrying out this act of violence, he quickly used his light-footed skill to chase after them.
With a light touch of its toes, without stirring up a speck of dust, it landed gently behind Xianyue.
The next moment, a pair of hands landed on her shoulders as if by magic.
As expected, Xianyue flinched in fright and looked down to see two purplish-red handprints on her shoulder.
My heart stopped for a moment.
"Sikong Zhaixing! I'll kill you!"
She gave a sharp scolding and jumped up to grab his neck.
Sikong Zhaixing held her shoulders with both hands, being pinched and forced back by her, while smiling and coaxing her with his head down.
He cried out in pain and admitted his mistake, while thinking to himself.
That's more like it.
We need to think of a way to scare her for the rest of her life.
The two bickered all the way, but finally arrived at Qingning Town and successfully retrieved the silk robe and the Qiankun bag.
Of course, Xianyue never found out where Sikong Zhaixing had hidden these things.
Sikong Zhaixing's response was that this was the skill of the king of thieves, and of course, he couldn't let anyone know.
He silently added in his mind, "My wife won't do either."
What if you learn it and then go out and find a gigolo?
But Sikong Zhaixing really didn't expect this pretty boy to arrive so quickly!
The snowflake cake he was holding fell heavily to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Just like his heart.
He stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with disbelief at the betrayal.
At the bustling street corner, Xianyue was holding a man's hand, making some gestures in his palm, and smiling sweetly on her face!
He was less a man and more a handsome young boy.
Both of them have baby faces, and they actually look like a perfect match!
Could this person be the one destined for you?
A sense of crisis and resentment welled up inside him, and he broke down, shouting, "Wei Sheng Xian Yue!!"
It sounded like a sharp cry from someone catching their lover in bed and yelling at them for being unfaithful, which startled Xianyue so much that she trembled violently.
Like a startled rabbit, she turned her head blankly. Before she could recover, Sikong Zhaixing strode over aggressively, grabbed the pretty boy by the collar, and lifted him up. "You bastard, believe me or not, I'll chop off your hand!"
The man, his face pale, tried to pry his hand away, his voice choked with emotion, and said, "Why do you martial artists all like to bring up other people? I'm not a punching bag!"
"You dare to seduce someone else's wife? I'll beat you into a punching bag!"
Sikong Zhaixing raised her fist to punch him in the face, but Xianyue, seeing the situation was not good, quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Sikong Zhaixing wouldn't listen to a word, only thinking that Xianyue was protecting this brat she'd only met once.
His eyes turned even redder, and he said viciously, "Fine! You'll protect him then!"
Xianyue was filled with unspeakable bitterness and desperately tried to wink at him.
Amidst the raging flames of jealousy and resentment, Sikong Zhaixing didn't even glance at him, her eyes fixed intently on that damned pretty boy.
Seeing that his eyes were getting redder and redder, Xianyue closed her eyes, steeled her heart, grabbed Sikong Zhaixing, and fiercely held his hand.
Her tender, spring-like hands slipped through his fingers, tightly entwining and intertwining with his.
Sikong Zhaixing was startled and subconsciously lowered her head, staring blankly at her other empty hand.
Xianyue took a deep breath, then grasped his left hand, interlocking their fingers.
At this point, their hands were completely entangled, tied in a tight knot, and no one else could get in.
With a "what's the use?" attitude, Xianyue said, "Are you satisfied now?"
Sikong Zhaixing tiptoed slightly, suppressing the smile that was about to spill from the corner of her mouth, and said coldly, "So be it."
Before he could even jump up, he seemed to remember something, gritted his teeth, and demanded, "Wei Sheng Xian Yue, who is he?!"
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Author's Note: The next chapter will be a two-way story!! We'll start making concentrated syrup!!
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