Chapter 60: A confession until consent is given + a fireworks celebration + a rogue...
Xianyue quickly pulled him aside to whisper, "He insisted on taking me to some Luzhou City, saying someone was looking for me. I was just fooling him!"
Sikong Zhaixing narrowed her eyes and said irritably, "Looking for you? What do you want with me!"
"Can you keep your voice down!" Xianyue slapped him angrily and muttered, "Who knows? I've done so many bad things, cough, I've caused so much trouble, it seems like there are quite a few people looking for me."
Sikong Zhaixing rolled up his sleeves and kicked a pebble on the road. "Why are you dodging? He's just a weakling. I'll take care of him for you."
Startled, Xianyue quickly whispered, "No, no."
Seeing her shaking her head so violently, Sikong Zhaixing's pent-up frustration and anger burst forth instantly, "You can't bear to?!"
How could someone be so wronged?
Xianyue squeezed him tightly, her rough knuckles digging into his soft flesh, bringing a slight tingling sensation.
The anger she felt vanished instantly. She awkwardly withdrew her hand and said softly, "Of course not... The red string around his neck has a teleportation spell engraved on it. Just avoid him..."
They're not that important to me.
Sikong Zhaixing slid down the bone and tightly fastened it back up, leaving no gap.
He stared at the red rope, annoyed, and said, "Who is it?"
If you're full and have nothing better to do, why would you want to find someone else's wife?
He now desperately wanted to sprout wings and fly to Luzhou City to find this person and give him a good beating.
"What bad luck! They even said there was this guy named Zhui Ming, one of the Four Great Constables? What a load of nonsense..."
Chase, chase after life?
Sikong Zhaixing's legs went weak, and he swallowed hard, immediately looking around warily.
"You're right, let's run. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best."
Thieves are naturally afraid of constables, let alone the Four Great Constables, Zhui Ming.
This person is simply Sikong Zhaixing's nemesis. Not only is his lightness skill exceptional, but his leg techniques are also unparalleled, and his tracking skills are superb.
If he sets his sights on you, even the king of thieves won't have a good time.
Thinking this, he grabbed Xianyue by the waist, flipped into the air onto the roof, and ran away.
Xianyue shouted nonsense at the dumbfounded youth below, "The talisman in my palm can transmit sound over a thousand miles, so I won't go to Luzhou City. See you in the martial world!"
Sikong Zhaixing's clothes tightened instantly, his steps quickened, and before he could finish speaking, he had disappeared from the rooftop like a shooting star.
......
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two had already arrived at the grove outside the city.
Sikong Zhaixing should have breathed a sigh of relief, but she kept her eyes down and remained silent.
It's rare to see him so listless and dispirited.
Xianyue glanced down at their tightly clasped hands, suppressing the burning sensation rising to her ears, and pulled him towards her.
It's so naked, like a flower branch being passed over a wall in summer.
However, Sikong Zhaixing remained silent.
A sudden unease ignited in her heart, like a spark that had inadvertently landed on the hem of her skirt.
Because of this inexplicable concern, she shook his hand and said stiffly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Sikong Zhaixing sighed, her eyes drooping sadly, and said softly, "Do you care?"
His face was pale, but his eyes were deep, and a gloomy look gathered between his brows that was hard to fathom.
Unlike its previous naivety and childishness, or its wickedness and playfulness, it was more like a gust of wind.
A cool breeze, carrying the faint scent of blood, was the chilling wind that emanated from him when he was all alone.
She stared blankly at his bland features, listening to him say listlessly, "...You don't like me."
Normally, she would have nodded and loudly agreed: Of course I don't like you. How could I like you?
She would then list out facts one by one to prove that she would never like Sikong Zhaixing—the not-so-good-looking Sikong Zhaixing, the Sikong Zhaixing who always teases her, the annoying Sikong Zhaixing.
The proud young lady can point out a thousand of his flaws in an instant.
But at this moment, the cellar that should have contained Sikong Zhaixing's various shortcomings seemed to have been set on fire and burned to the ground.
She never expected that the fire would also spread to her.
Thick smoke billowed from the narrow atrium, climbing down the esophagus to the throat.
She instinctively opened her mouth to let the thick fog dissipate, hoping to soothe her heart.
"Who said I..."
She stopped abruptly, her eyes shimmering with helpless tears.
Xianyue suddenly covered her mouth, filled with remorse.
She knew it; Sikong Zhaixing must have hidden the Flower Seed Meat again, right?
Countless thoughts surged through my mind like a tide, and I desperately wanted to suppress this feeling of helplessness.
A back-and-forth, a shout? Or feigning indifference?
She is a very proud person who is also very afraid of losing.
The flimsy excuse seemed to be bubbling in her throat, but when she looked up and met those gleaming eyes, she suddenly couldn't utter a single word against her conscience.
No moment has it been clearer than this when she realized she still loved his usual expressions when he was proud, malicious, or triumphant.
When he laughs, how his eyes squint, how his eyebrows raise, and how the corners of his mouth curve—Xianyue knows all of these details by heart.
Although it was a bit cheeky, it made her grit her teeth and sometimes even made her so angry that she couldn't stand it.
But this feeling is like taking a big gulp of pine needle water on a summer day, with countless fireworks exploding on the tip of your tongue – fresh, exhilarating.
Once you get used to it, you'll never forget that intense, lively, and joyful feeling.
They are like two red threads that are destined to meet; sooner or later, fate will weave them into a bracelet.
Bright red and fiery, it meanders from the wrist to the heart.
Although she was very reluctant, the young lady had to admit that even if a man had a thousand faults, when you could only see his good side, you would already be moved.
Forget about preordained marriages.
She raised her head, looked directly into his forlorn eyes, and said loudly, "Alright, Sikong Zhaixing. I admit, I've fallen for you a little too!"
"And...it seems like it's more than just a little."
Countless fireworks exploded in my chest, and the dazzling light that followed seemed to illuminate the entire dark sea.
The long-awaited fireworks festival finally began.
The emotions surging within him were more turbulent than an underground river. He jumped up, buried his head in the crook of Xianyue's neck and nuzzled her twice, stammering, "Really? I like you too, I like you so much."
It's warm and sticky; you'll think of a big, fluffy dog clinging to you in the afternoon, expressing its affection.
Xian Yue's face flushed red, and she suppressed her panic, burying her face in his soft hair.
My heart was filled with something very soft and hot.
Oh no, why do I feel so happy?
Every江湖人 (jianghu person) has a coldness seeped from blood beneath their skin, and Sikong Zhaixing was no exception.
However, when people feel happy, they often say a lot of childish, boring, and cloying things.
After pouring all the syrup from his heart into Xianyue's ear, Sikong Zhaixing buried his face in the crook of her neck and muttered angrily, "Before, when I rubbed against you, you wouldn't let me."
It is said that in the cave, he suddenly nuzzled her with the tip of his nose. Xianyue was startled and asked him what he was doing.
"I never thought of that before, I never thought of it either."
Sikong Zhaixing shook her head in dissatisfaction and emphasized, "Then you have to keep rubbing against me! Give me ten more!"
How annoying, Sikong Zhaixing!
Why not just do it directly?
As if all the blood in her body was rushing to her cheeks, she let out a soft moan and responded indistinctly with her eyes closed.
Sikong Zhaixing's mouth was practically stretched to the sky. He suppressed the laughter that was about to spill from his throat and pitifully hugged her, "You kicked me so hard that day, my back still hurts so much."
As he spoke, he hissed in pain.
Xianyue's heart softened instantly. With a hint of regret, she hugged his back and said with heartache, "I'm sorry."
"Then give me a bite." He said this quickly, without waiting for Xianyue to reply.
He took a bite into her delicate, powdery neck, his teeth gently grinding and licking the veins of the peach.
A glistening sheen of water soaked into the soft flesh, staining it with a vibrant red rouge.
"So sweet."
That's really...
Xianyue gently pushed him away, lowered her burning red eyes, and mumbled, "Why are you biting my neck!"
Her body had barely felt light for a moment when Sikong Zhaixing collapsed limply against her again.
With her hands and feet weak, Xianyue managed to push him once, but he said weakly, "Don't push me, my back hurts so much, I can't support myself."
Her slender, white arms wrapped around his shoulders and back again. Sikong Zhaixing squinted his eyes with satisfaction, smiling like an old fox.
He's always been the kind of person who'll take advantage of any opportunity, and right now he felt a burning itch in his heart.
His eyes darted around, and he quickly said dejectedly, "You said before that you would never like me. I was so sad I almost died."
Xianyue glared at him and whispered, "What else do you want?"
He hesitated for only a moment, then leaned close to Xianyue's ear, blowing air into it as he mumbled, "Then give me... a little nudge."
"Smack—"
Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face.
"You pervert!"
The slap made Sikong Zhaixing dizzy. He closed his eyes, turned his head away, and subconsciously covered the tip of his nose to prevent the peach fragrance lingering in his nostrils from escaping.
He thought to himself, feeling dizzy: Why does it smell so good?
Seeing that he was still in a daze and not knowing what he was thinking, Xianyue reached out and waved her hand in front of him, awkwardly asking, "Are you in pain and confused?"
Just as she was beginning to feel a pang of regret, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly laughed, grabbed her hand with a snap, and said lightly, "You stole it!"
The most precious and hardest-to-steal flower of wealth and honor in the world.
It's priceless.
The King of Thieves wanted to keep her as his most cherished jewel for the rest of his life.
His eyes welled up with a hint of concern and nervousness, and he suddenly asked, "Then will you marry me, and not that pretty boy?"
Xianyue raised her eyes and glanced at him, saying lightly, "That depends on..."
The criteria she wanted to add—perhaps—were destined never to be spoken of.
Sikong Zhaixing suddenly lowered his head, covered her lips with his, and held her face with his restless hands.
It held her tightly, leaving her no room to dodge or escape.
His nose brushed against hers slightly, his tongue clumsily trying to pry open her teeth. Sweet peach juice seeped out, his breathing quickened, and his kisses grew heavier, as if he wanted to devour the fruit whole.
Amidst the dizzying, intoxicating sounds of sucking, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Don't look."
He leaned in again, ignoring her soft, gentle pushes, and said shamelessly, "I'll kiss you until you agree."
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