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He wasn't thinking about those bastard junior brothers and sisters.

She did hate Xu Ziqing, hated him for lying to her, and resented him for using her. However, it seemed that was all. Cutting off her ear to vent her anger was enough, and she no longer felt the chaotic heartache she had when she left Xiaoyao Manor.

She only has one thing on her mind right now.

If only the moon could turn into a pancake.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously blurted it out, and sometimes, spoken wishes do come true. Tang Shijiu had just finished saying he wanted to eat some sesame cakes when a plate of golden-yellow sesame cakes immediately appeared before him!

The sesame seed cake was baked to a golden brown, and it looked delicious. The rich aroma of meat wafted over, and it was filled with beef!

Tang Shijiu's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Ah! So there really are gods."

A low laugh reached my ears, and a long robe adorned with large floral patterns and butterflies came into view. Tianxiu held a plate of sesame seed cakes in one hand and several jars of fine wine in the other.

"Not a god, but a genius."

Tang Shijiu was overjoyed. He flipped over and came out of the window, took the wine from Tianxiu's hand, cracked open the red clay, and drank it straight away: "To have a confidant like Tianxiu, I, Shijiu, can die without regret! Ha! How did you know I wanted to drink?"

She drank with extreme abandon, the clear liquid dripping down her lips and soaking her clothes.

"Good wine! Aren't you going to drink some?"

Tianxiu looked at her with a smile: "Drink! I'll drink it now!"

He suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her close.

"Hmm?" Before she could speak, a wet, soft tongue licked her cheek, kissed her lips, and sucked the wine stains that had just flowed down.

"Good wine, indeed good wine." His eyes were bright, as beautiful as stars. "Nineteen, you are the best wine in the world."

Tang Shijiu's breath caught in her throat, her blood rushed to her head, and her face instantly turned crimson. Even after he released her hand, she remained at a loss. Moonlight shone on Tianxiu's handsome face, his eyes as cold as stars yet carrying a hint of tenderness.

She had always thought that the tenderness that only lingered in the corners of her eyes and brows had now entered her gaze, deeply, with a hint of anticipation and longing.

It's the kind of longing that only men feel when they look at women—a very masculine longing, not at all effeminate.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Tianxiu laughed instead: "Nineteen, what are you daydreaming about? Drink up!" He took a jar, broke off the red clay, and started drinking.

Even when he drinks, he is very polite and refined.

He drank heartily by himself, as if nothing had happened, or as if what had just happened was perfectly normal.

Seeing him like this, Tang Shijiu couldn't be awkward anymore. She sat down next to him, leaned against the tree trunk, looked at the moon, and took turns eating.

"Do you know what kind of tree this is?" Tianxiu patted the tree trunk.

"I don't know..." She had never studied these flowers and plants.

“This is a peach tree. When spring comes, it will be covered in peach blossoms. The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful.” He leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes looking far, far away. “Back then, I was also in a peach grove, amidst the falling petals, I looked back and smiled.”

Tang Shijiu was a little puzzled. This guy had only drunk less than a jar, so how could he be a little drunk?

Tianxiu laughed heartily, so she couldn't help but laugh heartily along with him.

He naturally reached out and put his arm around her shoulder: "Nineteen, tell me about your romantic history, and let me think of a way to teach your junior brother a lesson."

She took a big gulp and readily agreed. Suddenly, she realized that the stories that had previously made her sad and that she couldn't tell at all were now coming out of her mouth with ease.

She told him how useless Xu Ziqing was when he was a child.

She told him how their master taught them kung fu, and that she was the one who learned it best and fastest.

besides,

After Gu Yan arrived, those ungrateful junior brothers and sisters found a new idol.

She recounted her story in a gentle, flowing manner, feeling only the sadness of time passing and not a trace of heartache.

Even more surprisingly, some of the memories she thought she would never forget about Xu Ziqing were also completely forgotten without her realizing it.

She couldn't even remember what the first gift Xu Ziqing gave her looked like.

They talked, laughed, and drank, not knowing whether she or Tianxiu had drunk more. In her hazy state, she only felt someone holding her in their arms, kissing her eyes and lips repeatedly, calling her in a hoarse and affectionate voice: "Weiqi, Tang Weiqi."

His burning hands touched her eyebrows, her face, and slowly slid down to her chest, touching her clothes buttons.

She still retained a sliver of reason, and with a quick grab, she opened her eyes wide. But what she met was a pool of tender affection. Tianxiu pressed his forehead against Tang Shijiu's, licking her ear: "Don't be afraid..."

Those eyes, that voice, possessed a special kind of magic, seeping into her body through her pores, tickling her heart, making her weak, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Tianxiu smiled and pulled off half of her silk robe, revealing a bright red mandarin duck bodice.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Confession

The woman in his arms had watery, bewildered eyes, like a mindless doll, leaning against his arm. Tianxiu gently played with the long hair that fell over his shoulder, then put it in his mouth. His peach blossom eyes were alluring to the bone, even more seductive than Gu Yan's.

A purse fell from his chest. He picked it up and examined it carefully. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned the purse inside out.

Tianxiu suddenly gave a heartbreaking smile. "Weiqi, is this woman sent to me by your spirit in heaven, seeing my loneliness and helplessness?"

He gently lifted Tang Shijiu's delicate chin and slowly kissed her.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Tianxiu felt a sharp pain on the back of his head.

Someone grabbed his hair and forcibly pulled him away from Tang Shijiu's face. Tianxiu turned around, drew a dagger from his sleeve, cut off his own hair, grabbed Tang Shijiu around the waist, and leaped to the side.