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Chapitre 78

“I…” Pang Wan wanted to speak, but her mind went blank and she didn’t know what to say.

Ever since she had a fleeting taste of Pang Wan's lips, He Qinglu had developed a taste for it and had been looking forward to practicing the "deep kiss" described by Jin Buyao. Now, her wish had finally come true.

The kiss ended with lingering affection. He pinched the tip of her nose and then put his arm around her, instructing, "Once we arrive in Linyi, many people will be curious about your background. Don't worry, just introduce yourself openly and honestly. As long as I'm by your side, no one will dare to lay a finger on you."

“Anyway, you will only have one identity from now on, and that is my wife, He Qinglu’s wife.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his expression arrogant. “After we come back from Linyi, we will prepare to get married.”

Pang Wan was completely stunned.

"Young Master He, don't you think things are progressing a little too fast?" She carefully lifted her head from his embrace.

"How fast?" He Qinglu raised an eyebrow, displeased with her ungratefulness.

"Actually, you don't necessarily really understand me, just as I don't fully understand you..." Pang Wan carefully chose her words, afraid of offending this arrogant guy if she didn't do something right.

"I know you, I know you very well."

He Qinglu looked at her with a serious expression. He remembered the three large sheets of paper in the room that detailed her crimes—he definitely knew her better than she imagined.

"Although this marriage was arranged to save your life, a gentleman's word is his bond. Our marriage is absolutely binding, unless..."

He tightened his grip on her large arm.

"Unless you have someone else in your heart." He turned to look at her, his gaze sharp. "Do you?"

Pang bent over and paused.

“…No.” She shook her head.

He Qinglu secretly let out a long breath, pressed her head to his shoulder, lowered his face and secretly kissed her again.

The orange jam in the iron pot was still bubbling and bubbling, becoming increasingly sweet and thick.

Winter has come, can spring be far behind?

The fruit pieces in the pot kissed and embraced each other, then quietly and gradually melted into the sweet broth.

Author's Note: This is a very formal marmalade kiss :)

Are Xiao He's fans satisfied?

So, the reunion with that scumbag you all talk about is coming soon...

Bad news

After a half-month journey, the ship finally arrived at the port closest to Linyi. Pang Wan met up with the followers who had received the message by carrier pigeon, instructing them to send the unconscious Southern Barbarian back. Only then did he change horses and set off on the official road with He Qinglu.

Her senior brother was finally free from being forced into a deep sleep, which relieved her, who had been preoccupied with worries the whole way.

The only question is whether he will revert to being a bloodthirsty beast with bulging veins after waking up, or whether he will remain conscious.

—The strange events that happened to the Southern Barbarians are yet another mystery to be solved.

After a long and tiring journey, they finally arrived in Linyi. The knowledgeable Jin Dilu led them toward the largest and best inn in the city.

"I'm sorry, four of you, there's only one superior room left." The innkeeper said to the guests, uttering a famous line that has been used in martial arts and romance novels for a long time.

Everyone instinctively looked towards He Qinglu.

"Add two more standard guest rooms," the young master instructed after a moment's thought.

“One room is enough, the two of us can squeeze in.” Pang Wan thought the room was reserved for her and the mute maid, so she quickly took the mute maid’s hand to explain.

He Qinglu stared at the two clasped hands, her gaze sinking almost imperceptibly.

"Add two more standard guest rooms." He glanced at the innkeeper, his imposing aura overwhelming him.

Everyone fell silent in surprise.

Pang Wan sat on the luxurious chaise lounge, looking dejected.

She really didn't expect that He Qinglu would choose her to "squeeze in" with her.

"You're shameless, but I still have a sense of shame..." she muttered softly, stealing a glance at the tall figure washing his face in front of her.

"You want to wipe your face too?" He Qinglu turned to look at her, her amber eyes shining even brighter in the misty steam, like cold stars.

Pang Wan was furious, glared at him, and didn't say anything.

He Qinglu thought for a moment, then wrung out another handkerchief and handed it to her: "You should wipe it off, you look like a tabby cat, it's so ugly."

Pang Wan pushed aside the handkerchief and angrily complained, "Young master! Are you really that clueless or are you pretending? We are not officially married yet, and we cannot share a room. What do you mean by making things difficult for me like this?"

What's the meaning?

He Qinglu blinked.

His idea was actually very simple: Pang Wan was currently completely powerless, and he was worried about her living alone, but he didn't want her to "squeeze in" with others, so he had no choice but to make himself "squeeze in" with her.

But he couldn't tell Pang Wan where his aversion to the mute maid came from, because even he himself didn't understand it.

"Didn't I tell you? When we're out in the world, you have to listen to me in everything, okay?"

He used his superior position to intimidate the other party.

The threat worked perfectly; Pang Wan pouted and stopped talking, though his face was extremely sour.

Seeing her sullen expression, He Qinglu felt a pang of sympathy.