“A Yao… my dear A Yao…” he murmured, his voice hoarse. I melted into him, allowing him to take control. Just as we were about to lose ourselves in passion, we heard two dog barks—Yuanxiao, perhaps thinking we were fighting, bravely warning us.
An Jin, face flushed, glanced at Yuanxiao. His expression turned wide-eyed, and he halted suddenly.
Following his gaze, I saw two rough sketches of naked figures on light yellow paper in a position like ours. Yuanxiao’s white paw sat on the paper, its round eyes curiously watching us.
An Jin let me go and picked up the album titled “Ritual Music.”
I looked helplessly at Yuanxiao, still naive to the situation.
“Ritual Music?”
“An Jin’s blush hadn’t faded, his breath not yet calm, his voice still hoarse. ‘So this is what you’ve been studying in the study all day.’
‘Misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding—’ I said for the second time, looking at him reproachfully. Could we not stop right now… it’s so bad for health…
He flipped through the album. ‘These days have been too busy, neglecting A Yao. It’s my fault.’
Good that you know. I pulled him, humming to express my desire to continue our previous interaction. He caught my hand, suddenly realizing, ‘No wonder Yan Or—’ He turned angry. ‘Damn!’
I looked at him pitifully. Look at me, look over here!
He indeed looked over. ‘In a couple of days during the break, I’ll stay home and accompany you, okay?’
I nodded vigorously, still hoping with my eyes.
He lost his previous demeanor, seriously saying, ‘We should go home. Mom and Dad are waiting for us to have dinner.’
With that, he left me behind, full of spring feelings, leading Yuanxiao away.
I dejectedly straightened my clothes, collecting the scattered books and scrolls, and suddenly understood. Wasn’t he getting revenge for me looking at the spring palace?
An Fu Jun’s revenge always came with ill intentions, quietly and inexplicably. Whether realized or not, his revenge was there, silently victorious.”
His revenge was far from over…
I put on my clothes and walked out of the room. Yuanxiao heard my footsteps and woke up, wobbling over to lick my feet. I held its head and squatted in front of the house, looking at the moon.
