Song San subconsciously wanted to swallow his saliva, but at that moment, he was interrupted by a noise coming from inside the house, which also drew Gu Qingheng’s gaze, allowing him to heave a sigh of relief.
Soon, a figure in black darted out of the house and then—thump—collapsed onto the ground.
Fortunately, there was snow; the courtyard was covered in a thick layer, cushioning the impact of the fall. Otherwise, Song San would have been worried about his nose.
Gu Qingheng’s eyes instantly dropped; he wanted to wait until he was alone with Xinxin to have a good look at her, and at this moment, he did not want to reveal himself.
Song San’s face changed instantly, recalling the small green snake. Yesterday, before he passed out, it seemed that it was this very snake that had killed the leader of the jackal pack. So it turns out...
After completing its task, Xiaolun promptly returned to Yang Ruxin’s wrist. Doesn’t it know snakes need to hibernate? It needed to sleep for goodness’ sake—why disturb it now?
Yang Ruxin soothingly stroked Xiaolun’s head.
Only then did Xiaolun reluctantly place its head against Yang Ruxin’s arm and began to sleep.
After a slight furrow of his eyebrows, Song San’s gaze suddenly brightened; this woman... no, for the moment, she could only be called a girl—she was interesting.
Gu Qingheng’s beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, suddenly looking dangerous as his hand involuntarily clenched into a fist. Dare to harbor thoughts about his girl?
"Re Bai." Song San, however, withdrew his gaze and stepped forward to help up the man who was still lying in the snow, to find his complexion was purplish. He had no choice but to look once more at Yang Ruxin, "The antidote, and I’ll leave immediately."
Yang Ruxin did not hesitate, tossing a bottle over.
The Medicine Pill melted in his mouth, and soon, Re Bai opened his eyes: "Young Master?"
Song San nodded and then rose to his feet, "I owe the young lady a favor. Later on..."
Yang Ruxin waved her hand; she also felt that this man was no ordinary person, so the sooner he left, the better. She, a simple village girl, did not wish to incite trouble.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Song San’s eyes, but it was fleeting. Then, supporting Re Bai, he turned and left the yard, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Yang Ruxin let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Gu Qingheng, "I’m going to tidy up a bit, then take some things back... Ah..." But before she could finish speaking, she was pulled into an embrace and found herself sitting on his lap, followed by his kiss, which came pouring down like a deluge before she could say anything.
Yang Ruxin didn’t understand why he was so amorous this early in the morning, but since she didn’t dislike the sensation, and even felt a secret delight, she let herself not resist...
Despite the bitter cold and the snow-covered ground, the temperature within the small courtyard was rising sharply.
Yang Ruxin finally noticed the difference; today’s Gu Qingheng was not the same as before. They had kissed in the past, but today’s... don’t ask why, it just felt different.
She couldn’t help but lift her eyes to see his face, but as she was about to open her eyes, his hand covered them.
"Xinxin, isn’t this the time to close your eyes?" came a faint, gentle laugh, "Distracted now—are you implying your husband is not trying hard enough?" he said before leaning down to capture her lips once more.
As if bewitched, Yang Ruxin truly closed her eyes, but just as she was about to be kissed into a haze, a flash of Light suddenly crossed her mind, and the next moment she pushed him away. Grasping his face with both hands and staring wide-eyed into his eyes, she exclaimed, "Gu Qingheng, you... did you see?"