"..." A fleeting kiss, gone almost before he could feel any warmth. Wang Jin smacked his lips, somewhat dissatisfied. But when he glanced up, he saw the man was sweating heavily, his expression strained and flustered.
He was startled, then a sense of satisfaction from his successful mischief filled his heart. This satisfaction made up for the previous dissatisfaction. Wang Jin laughed, his eyes brightening.
He had never seen the man look so flustered before. Back in the Danmu tribe, he had always been the one left flustered by the man's teasing. This was the first time their positions were reversed.
Previously, Wang Jin felt the man's insistence was completely unnecessary. Xi Ning's suggestion made him utterly disgusted. But this time, Wang Jin felt that City Lord Xi Ning's suggestion was really not bad.
"Little... Little ger, I'll go make you some tea." Having said that, the man didn't wait for Wang Jin to speak before quickly leaving the place.
"..." Wang Jin watched his rather fleeing back, the warmth in his heart spreading throughout his body, finally gathering on his face.
He patted his cheeks, hurriedly picked up the cold water nearby and gulped down several cups to suppress the rising temperature.
"..." Xiao Yu, who witnessed the entire scene, shrank in the corner wishing he could erase his presence. This was the first time he had seen the guardian and the young master being intimate...
It was truly... as if no one else was around...
With the young master being so provocative like this, who could withstand it...
Yuan Heng returned a quarter hour later, bringing a chill with him, his hair still damp and dripping.
The water traced paths down his skin... and to Wang Jin's eyes, each droplet seemed charged with unspoken meaning.
Wang Jin's mouth felt dry. He drank a few more mouthfuls of cold water, not daring to look anymore.
He was afraid that if it went on, the one who couldn't resist wouldn't be the man, but himself...
It had been too long since he was intimate with the man. He was getting more and more...
Just thinking of that word, Wang Jin felt a surge of shame. His face, which had grown thicker recently, actually blushed with rare shyness. He looked at the man with a somewhat shy expression.
The little ger's gaze, simultaneously desiring yet afraid to look directly, seemed to hold invisible hooks. His flushed cheeks appeared delicately painted, and through Yuan Heng's besotted perspective, he was breathtakingly beautiful.
This little temptress...
The man closed his eyes tightly, turned around, his back to Wang Jin, and said, "Little ger, these next few days I need to stay in the courtyard to focus on making that thing you mentioned before. I might not be able to attend to you for a few days..."
"It's fine," Wang Jin said. "You're still in the pavilion, I..."
Wang Jin knew that his presence would disturb the man. He promised, "I'll try my best not to bother you."
Yuan Heng's body relaxed slightly. He slipped something from his sleeve, turned around, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Wang Jin. "I fixed the hairpin."
Wang Jin looked down. It was the hairpin the man had previously crafted for him, the one that had cost him a broken fingernail. Now it lay perfectly restored before his eyes.
"This..." Wang Jin picked it up joyfully. "Wasn't it lost?"
He had been afraid to tell the man about it, never expecting it to return intact.
Yuan Heng's expression softened. "During the beast horde, the hairpin fell near our house. I picked it up, but it was covered in blood. After washing it, some parts were damaged. I always wanted to find a similar stone to repair it for you, but never found one. Yesterday, when I went out of the city, I found it, so I fixed it."
So the man had always known about this and kept it in mind.
Wang Jin felt a warmth in his heart. He quickly took off his own hairpin and said to Yuan Heng, "Brother Heng, quickly help me put it on."
"Okay."
"..." Xiao Yu watched the young master's enthusiastic and eager manner, remembering the hairpin Cheng Bai had given him earlier, which was now hidden away in the young master's sleeve, unseen...
The young master treated people so differently...
"Done." Yuan Heng put his hands down, his eyes full of tenderness. "Then I'll go to the small courtyard."
"En." Wang Jin nodded.
Though they were in the same pavilion, just a few steps apart, the two looked as if they were parting, full of reluctance.
Xiao Yu watched, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably.
Uncle Shan happened to come out from the side, holding a bowl of medicinal soup. Seeing this, he shook his head helplessly. "It's just a few steps to the other courtyard. Why are you two carrying on like it's a long farewell?"
Hearing this, Yuan Heng coughed lightly a few times and finally turned and left. Wang Jin didn't withdraw his gaze until he could no longer see his figure.
"Young Master, Young Master Yuan is truly capable of everything." Uncle Shan placed the medicine on the table. "He spent half the night fixing up this courtyard..."
He looked up and saw the hairpin in Wang Jin's hair, then smiled again. "He also stayed up all night repairing this hairpin for you. He treats you really well."
Hearing this, Wang Jin felt both heartache for the man staying up late and a warm, touched feeling in his heart. "Of course, Brother Heng is the best."
The young master's proud expression was as if he possessed the world's most precious treasure. Uncle Shan watched, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes. "Finally, someone treats the young master well. Come, young master, time for your medicine."
At the mention of medicine, Wang Jin's expression soured. Uncle Shan coaxed, "Drink it while it's warm, young master. The healer dedicated his entire morning to preparing this for you."
Wang Jin remained unmoved.
Uncle Shan thought for a moment and said, "Young Master, if you drink this medicine, you can remember everything from before sooner. Once you remember, you can marry Young Master Yuan sooner."
"!" Wang Jin's eyes lit up. "That's true."
Uncle Shan's eyes filled with laughter. "So, come, drink it quickly."
Wang Jin drank it down with tears in his eyes.
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