“A Yao… my dear A Yao…” he murmured, his voice hoarse, and I had already turned into a spring of water, softly allowing him to do as he pleased. Just as we were about to lose ourselves in passion, we heard two dog barks – probably Yuanxiao thinking we were fighting and bravely warning us.
An Jin, suppressing his passion and with a flushed face, glanced at Yuanxiao, perhaps wanting it to behave, but this glance made him suddenly widen his eyes and stop.
Puzzled, I followed his gaze and saw two roughly sketched naked figures on a light yellow paper, doing something similar to our current position. Yuanxiao’s white paw was on the paper, its round eyes curiously staring at us, then looking down and pressing the paper, seeming quite excited.
An Jin let me go and picked up the album.
I looked helplessly at Yuanxiao. It was still naive, not understanding what it had done wrong.
“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 this for the second time, looking at him reproachfully.
He flipped through the album, pondering for a moment. “These days have been too busy, neglecting A Yao. It’s my fault.”
Good that you know. I pulled him dissatisfied, humming to express my desire to continue our previous harmonious interaction. He caught my hand, suddenly realizing, “No wonder Yan Or—” He suddenly turned angry. “Damn!”
I looked at him pitifully.
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 and desiring with my eyes.
He remained unmoved, even losing his previous passionate demeanor, seriously saying, “We should go home. Mom and Dad are waiting for us to have dinner.”
With that, he left me behind, 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 you realized it or not, his revenge was there, silent, instantly victorious.
His revenge was far from over…
