Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

"Brother Xingjian, are you leaving after dinner?" Ruan Chuyin tried to strike up a conversation with him.

Lu Xingjian felt the question was perfectly reasonable, and nodded shyly. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before, a hundred times prettier than the Senior Sister. No, a thousand times more. His eyes would occasionally flicker at her, his index finger curled tightly in his sleeve, never releasing it.

Ruan Chuyin felt as if his attitude had suddenly improved, and hope suddenly ignited in her heart. A roundabout way to "save the country" was still feasible. If she had a good relationship with him, her life would be easier. So, she boldly praised him, "Brother Xingjian, your robe looks better today than yesterday's. You look so heroic, like a moonlit night in the water."

Lu Xingjian suddenly stopped and looked sideways to meet a pair of eyes filled with gold. His heart was shaken and he clenched his fists.

"Miss...you are too kind." As soon as he finished speaking, his handsome face turned red and his body stood there like a mountain for a long time without lifting a foot.

Ruan Chuyin followed behind him but didn't dare to act rashly. She lowered her head and waited for him to move his legs.

"What's your name?" Lu Xingjian suddenly turned his back, his eyes fixed on the girl behind him, his eyes flashing with emotions that even he himself could not understand.

"My last name is Ruan, and my given name is Chuyin. Brother Xingjian... just call me Chuyin."

Really... sounds good, seems like I've heard it somewhere before.

"Let's go quickly and don't let the leader wait anxiously. He has a bad temper, so be smart later." Lu Xingjian reminded him again with concern. The little girl is beautiful and sweet-talking, different from other noble ladies. She is a good person.

In the dining hall on the first floor, Yu Dingji was still wearing a white robe, but the pattern had changed to koi fish, making him look elegant and graceful, with extraordinary bearing.

He has always loved white clothes, not because of their purity, but because he loves the red plum blossoms stained with blood that grow on his body during the killing, which gives him an incomparable sense of satisfaction.

"Master, Miss Ruan is here." Lu Xingjian reported calmly.

The moment he looked back, Yu Dingji's face blossomed with a brilliant smile that he had never seen before, and he said gently: "Miss Ruan, come and sit down."

The woman before him, like him, was dressed in white. The fine Buddha's hand jade pendant tucked into her waist swayed gently with her lotus steps, making a pleasant tinkling sound. Her hair was tied up high, looking neat and playful. The three mismatched hairpins in her hair were also very eye-catching.

The colorful little face from yesterday has been washed away, replaced by a stunning beauty that outshines the sun and the moon.

He was so lucky that he could meet such a beauty in such a vast crowd of people, even he himself found it incredible.

Ruan Chuyin glanced at Lu Xingjian and immediately sat down, her posture as upright as a student listening to the teacher's teachings.

There were six delicacies on the Eight Immortals Table: steamed nut cakes, bird's nest porridge, pigeon eggs, almond tea, golden chicken and sea bass stew.

There is also a pot of glass, the color of which looks a bit like rose dew.

"You're welcome to eat whatever you like. If there's anything you like, just tell me." The devilish voice once again lingered in her ears, making her twist her fingers nervously.

Xing Jian said not to disobey the Sect Master, so... just eat something. I'm really a little hungry.

"You're too polite, sir. Such a hearty breakfast is more than enough. May I know your name?" Ruan Chuyin felt it was reasonable to ask for a full name. There were so many young masters in the world, and it wasn't necessary to call them "young master" all the time, making herself look like a waitress.

"My surname is Yu, my given name is Dingji, and my courtesy name is Qingshan. May I know Miss Ruan's name?"

"Chuyin, Ruan Chuyin."

Yu Dingji repeated it several times in his mind, his eyes suddenly changed, and he smiled even more happily.