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Duan Yao was always very alert, and he woke up the moment he heard a breath coming from outside the door.

When the door opened and he saw it was Song Beiyou, his guard completely relaxed. He assumed she was worried about him and had come to check on his health in the middle of the night.

I was actually quite happy, especially on this warm winter night.

I never expected that the first thing she would do was crawl into my bed.

It gave him a real jolt.

Especially at this moment, it was clear that Song Beiyou moved closer to him.

Moreover, she was dressed very lightly.

Is it just a layer of gauze, or perhaps lace?

The lights weren't on, and I was huddled under the covers.

Her soft, delicate hand even took the initiative to place on his abdomen, causing him to widen his pupils and reach in to grab her hand.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Song Beiyou cut to the chase, "I need you to help me remove the curse."

The patriarch said my days are numbered.

Actually, no, it's just that she had to carry out the task assigned by Zongzheng Qi immediately, and in order to ensure that she was not bound by the Crimson Blood Gu, she had to complete this task first.

Duan Yao kept this matter in mind.

Now that their relationship can proceed legitimately, it's just that Song Beiyou's arrival tonight seems a bit unusual.

Putting aside the fact that he had just been discharged from the hospital, Song Beiyou treated him very politely before they went back to their rooms to sleep.

It's unacceptable for things to turn out like this so suddenly.

Song Beiyou guessed that Duan Yao would have such a question. Just then, she leaned close to Duan Yao's ear and asked, "Isn't the fact that your mother made you the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup not something that can be traced?"

Are you really that weak?

"It's okay, I can help you."

As she spoke, she lifted the blanket, preparing to leave, "Wait for me, I'll go get some needles to help you with your treatment."

"I'll ensure you have nothing to worry about from now on."

Duan Yao, “…”

It must be said that this provocation tactic was quite effective on him.

Just as Song Beiyou was about to put one foot on the ground, Duan Yao on the bed suddenly got up and pulled him back around the waist.

Immediately afterwards, he lunged forward.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow. "You can do it? Right?"

Duan Yao: "Try it and you'll see."

As the sound faded, it covered Song Beiyou's red lips.

Turn passivity into initiative.

The more composed and proactive Song Beiyou was a second ago, the more nervous he became in this second.

My heart was pounding non-stop.

So much so that she didn't even know how to breathe when she got her first kiss after living for twenty years.

This prompted Duan Yao to chuckle softly at her, then he looked up and said, "Weren't you quite bold just now?"

Why did you chicken out?

In the darkness, Song Beiyou turned his head blankly, staring at Duan Yao who was so close to him, and raised his finger to touch his lips, "This is my first kiss."

The words were spoken with a hint of grievance.

Duan Yao felt a pang of heartache for her. He gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead and then slowly placed a kiss on it. "Shall we continue?"

After a few seconds of contemplation, Song Beiyou replied affirmatively, "Yes."

Then, things naturally fell into place.

As time went by, the two became more and more compatible.

The room's window was left slightly ajar for ventilation, but soon a thin, indescribable mist began to rise from it.

Song Beiyou felt as if he had first fallen into an abyss, and then drifted on the boundless blue waves like a light boat.

Ups and downs, emptying my mind.

She entrusted her twenty-year-old self to Duan Yao, a king who created a business legend.

It's unclear how long it lasted, but Song Beiyou closed his eyes only after the sun had risen in the east.

When I woke up again, it was pitch black outside the window.

Moreover, she was lying in her own room.

The bed was dry and comfortable, and I could smell a faint scent of laundry detergent pods on my clothes.

It's been replaced with a new one.

She guessed that Duan Yao had carried her back, since in her memory the bedding in the guest rooms was "a terrible sight".

Her mind was completely blank; she felt as if she had just experienced a dream.

However, when I reached out and touched the warm, bare arm beside me, the feeling that it was a dream shattered and was replaced by reality.

Reality told her that everything she had experienced last night—the hedonistic revelry and fleeting pleasures—was real.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, "Awake?"

Song Bei suddenly burrowed into the covers.

I don't know if my face is red or not, I only know that my cheeks, ears and many other parts of my face are burning hot.

Duan Yao's voice came from outside the blanket again, this time a deep, indulgent laugh, "What's there to be shy about?"

Song Beiyou paused for a moment.

Oh right, what is she shy about?

We're all adults; it was a mutual consent process.

Thinking of this, she threw back the covers and looked openly at Duan Yao beside her, "What are you doing in my room?"

Duan Yao told the truth, "I took all the blankets from next door to wash, and they're still in the dryer."

"Oh," Song Beiyou replied, "What about the clothes I'm wearing?"

Duan Yao said, "You're clean. I've also cleaned your body for you."

Such blunt words, spoken so directly by Duan Yao.

Song Beiyou was no longer going to crawl back into bed. She let out a shy "uh" but managed to suppress it. "Then you should go back to your room. I need to video chat with Granny Long."

"Now? You're kicking me out after you're done?" Duan Yao was somewhat amused and exasperated. "You haven't told me how I felt yet?"

Song Beiyou naturally knew what he meant by asking, and gave an awkward laugh, "Hehe, it's fine, there's no need to drink any super nourishing soup."

After saying that, he immediately added, "Go quickly, stop dawdling."

I really need to ask the Dragon Lady about the curse on me.

Duan Yao felt quite relieved after hearing her say that, and immediately agreed, "Okay."

In order not to delay Song Beiyou's time, Duan Yao acted quite quickly, closing the door behind him as he left.

However, he still trusted Song Beiyou too much.

Song Beiyou was already certain that the Crimson Blood Gu on her body had been completely removed, and now she was leaving.

He was about to leave home to meet up with Jia Buxiu and carry out the mission given by Zongzheng Qige.

Seeing the door closed, she quickly changed into her outdoor clothes.

Helpless, with the slightest movement, his whole body felt as if his bones had been broken, "Hiss."

This is the story of Yao!

She could clearly remember that Duan Yao acted as if he hadn't been with a woman in eight hundred years.

Next, I put on my clothes, which were quite uncomfortable, and opened the window.

The building is quite tall, but this is the only way to leave.

If Duan Yao found out that she was going through the main gate, he would definitely not agree to her risking her life to go to the high seas to carry out a mission.

However, she left a note before leaving.

After leaving, she decisively left through the window, taking nothing with her except a cell phone that she had set to make only private calls and a high-altitude rope.