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However, her laughter was suddenly caught in her throat.
Across her, at the moment when the legs of the stool hit the ground, there was a white flash, and Lord Yuan Bao rolled over carrying a wooden block, stopping precisely under the seat, stabilizing the stool.
'Damn it, traitors and their dog followers are the number one beings in the world that should be exterminated!'
Meng Fuyao gnashed her teeth, her gaze traveling past a strange-expressioned Zong Yue and Yun Hen, who was watching them silently. She simply wasn't able to settle scores with this black-hearted forefather here. Kicking the door open and sprinting to her own room, she roared, ”Zhangsun Wuji if you have the balls then don't follow me…”
”Only if I didn't have the balls then I wouldn't follow.” Zhangsun Wuji carried Lord Yuan Bao and followed behind her nonchalantly. ”Fuyao…”
”Shut up!”
”Squeak, squeak!”
”Shut your bird mouth!”
Lord Yuan Bao felt indignant; his, was clearly a rodent's mouth, how did it become a bird's mouth?
Using one leg to prop open her room door, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that something was wrong. What was this called? Luring the wolf into her room? She turned around and leaned against the door frame and said, ”If you have something to say then say it here!”
”Do you really want to say it here?” Zhangsun Wuji laughed as he looked around him and asked again, ”Are you sure?”
Meng Fuyao raised her head doubtfully and looked out as she grabbed a flower vase from the windowsill and threw it, shouting, ”Eavesdroppers will be killed without exception!”
With a 'ping,' the flower vase fell into the shadows of the flower tree in the courtyard and the chickens and dogs scattered hastily in fright.
Having just thrown the flower vase, Meng Fuyao patted her hands and said, ”Your Highness, if you have something to say, please say it quickly so that I can sleep, and, don't ask me why I'm angry. Even though you have your reasons for asking, but I must remind you that, if you ask I'll become even angrier.”
”I know that if I ask you will become even angrier.” Zhangsun Wuji leaned against a tree as he held onto Lord Yuanbao. ”Fuyao, I'm so fortunate that you have an inconcealable nature.”
Pausing slightly, he smiled meaningfully before continuing, ”Thanks to your personality, I finally more or less realized that, this chase between you and me that is destined to always face rejection, might not be entirely hopeless.”
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. ”Your Highness, yes, I admit I'm angry, I won't pretend and say that I'm unaffected and be depressed and vomit blood behind people's backs, but please don't be so narcissistic to think that I'm angry because I'm in love with you. I just feel that, even if it's just as friends, one shouldn't swear to be honest and open on one side and hide the truth and do secretive things on the other. This is a serious question of a person's moral ethics, Meng Fuyao is very angry!”
”Fine, I knew you wouldn't admit it.” Zhangsun Wuji sighed with a hint of impatience and walked over.
Meng Fuyao leaped backward immediately, ”Don't come here!”
His Royal Highness simply couldn't hear her.
Meng Fuyao jumped again. ”If you come any closer I'll fight you to the death—”
Thud.
She tripped against the door threshold, and her body fell backward. As she fell, she immediately thought, 'Oh no!' She wasn't afraid of the back of her body coming into contact with the ground, but rather that a certain someone would use the chance to make intimate contact with her.
Hence, she sped up her tumble in an attempt to get out of her disadvantageous position, but a certain someone was always faster than her by one step. She felt her body stop falling and a hand had been placed on her back. Once that hand had secured its territory it did not stop there, hitting her seven vital points in rapid succession.
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky tearfully as she lamented, 'God, why are you helping the assaulter!'
Zhangsun Wuji carried her up and murmured, ”Why did you become lighter again? Sometimes I really just want to latch you to my side…” He calmly carried Meng Fuyao into the room and calmly shut the door on certain invasive stares.
The fire in the room was not yet lit, but Zhangsun Wuji also did not light it. He placed Meng Fuyao gently on the bed and after drawing water, carefully cleaned her face under the light of the moon and stars. His gaze was soft as silk as the sleeve of his light purple robes brushed past her face, smooth as the spring breeze as the hand holding onto a handkerchief patted her face lightly, across her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally lips.
His fingers lingered on her upper lip, and at a certain area, he pressed it with utmost gentleness, as though afraid of hurting her. Following that, he let out a long sigh.
He said, ”Fuyao… You're always making me worry…”
Unable to move, Meng Fuyao glared daggers at him. 'A hypocrite!'
Zhangsun Wuji seemed unaffected by her glare and after wiping her face, proceeded to wipe her hand, cleaning off the intentional blackish stains. When his fingers brushed past Meng Fuyao's right pinky, he hovered hesitantly for a moment, and, separated by the handkerchief, gently held onto the slightly deformed finger.
For a long time, he held on, his head slightly raised, as though wanting to carve the shape and outline of the digit deep in his heart. The soft rays of the moon shone into the room as he sat peacefully in the shadows, his energy calm and cool.
When he removed the handkerchief, he switched hands and held onto Meng Fuyao's wrist.
Meng Fuyao only felt a jolt through her entire body and a stream of powerful inner energy traveled through her pulse. The energy spread rapidly throughout her body, heading straight to the internal wounds that had yet to recover. The inner energy seemed extremely familiar with its path; it was Zhangsun Wuji's own, and she attempted to raise her own inner energy to repel it only for her vision to suddenly black out.
A certain no-good person had teased her to sleep again.