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Under the starry night sky, a cluster of vines climbed along the walls, blossoming into beautiful red flowers. Oh, that red, ever so vivid, so passionate. It was as though every stalk of flower contained so much hope and thoughts, waiting for that day where they would bloom into flaming vines that could lit up the sky.
With a gentle touch, the fervor in the air was uncontainable.
Zhan Beiye's dark eyes were filled with so much passion, like the flowers, waiting to bloom.
He slowly… leaned in.
Meng Fuyao suddenly flipped over.
She rolled over to the wall and with a flick, she pushed Zhan Beiye away.
She faced the wall with her back towards Zhan Beiye and continued to sleep.
Zhan Beiye stopped moving as the air around them froze. The nervousness in their breaths was evident.
After a moment of silence, Zhan Beiye opened his mouth.
”You were not that drunk, why pretend?”
Meng Fuyao stiffened.
Her eyes fluttered open as she stared at the wall.
She… was not pretending, nor did she want to hurt Zhan Beiye purposefully.
Meng Fuyao was indeed drunk in the shop, but after the tribulations she had been through, she broke through the fifth level. At this level of Cleaving Nine Heavens, it was almost impossible to get drunk.
She started to sober up when the waiter asked how many rooms they wanted but could not interrupt. After all, it would be weird for two men to ask for separate rooms. With traps laying everywhere for Zhan Beiye to walk into, she could not trouble him.
Afterward, she pretended to be unconscious as she knew that Zhan Beiye would definitely take action tonight and would not allow her to follow. She intended to follow him stealthily after he let his guard down.
Who could have expected the late night could have stirred up such troubles?
Who could have expected Zhan Beiye to be this gentle and attentive?
As his breath got closer, that familiar musky pine-like fragrance of a man enveloped her. She panicked and was at a loss as to how to react. All she could do was to backface him and reject him.
For someone like Zhan Beiye, such a posture was telling enough.
Meng Fuyao bit her lip, grabbed the corner of her blanket and held her breath — there were too many irresistible impulses in life. Hence, she would not get angry with him but hoped he would not overthink this and pretend nothing happened. At least he would not get hurt.
But Zhan Beiye refused to let this go like she hoped.
He was a man that refused to give up easily.
”Fuyao.” He took a deep breath, sat at the corner of the bed unmoving and stared at the back that was so close… yet, so far.
”Tell me, am I really forever one step late?”
Meng Fuyao's breath stopped as he asked.
This bold, courageous and straightforward man would actually use such pained tone to ask such question?
A gentle sigh from Meng Fuyao broke the silence as she sat up and turned to look at Zhan Beiye.
She stared into his deep and calm eyes. Yet, that calmness was nothing but a facade; a result of the repression of his passion. She welcomed that straightforward gaze that allowed no escape.
”Zhan Beiye…”
”It's not that you are not good enough, nor is it that you came late. It's me, ” She smiled with profound resignation. ”It's me, coming at the wrong place at the wrong time… so I do not have the right to choose the right person.”
Zhan Beiye's expression returned to normal. What Fuyao's reply got in return was his contemplation and subsequently a laugh, ”There is no definite in this world. You said that your arrival here is a mistake? I want to let you know that coming to Five Region Continent is no mistake, coming into my life is no mistake!”
After he said his piece, he strutted out of the room and sat outside, waiting for Meng Fuyao to shower. Lord Yuan Bao sat beside him and the moonlight cast upon them two shadows; one big one small.
Zhan Beiye raised his head and gazed at the moon. The gentle moonlight of the spring slowly soothed his frustrated heart. Suddenly, he tilted his head to look at Lord Yuan Bao and muttered, ”Your owner has such good luck.”