Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

Zhou Jinghuai deftly grabbed Thirteen's arm and pulled him into his arms, but Thirteen subconsciously raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap echoed in the middle of the room.

Thirteen staggered back a few steps before finally regaining his balance.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Zhou Jinghuai's handsome face, where a noticeable redness and swelling had appeared. It must have been caused by her exerting too much force and not being able to control herself.

She pouted slightly, looking a little guilty.

"Why are you pulling me? Don't try to extort money from me for this."

Zhou Jinghuai raised his hand to touch his left cheek, the burning sensation instantly bringing him back to his senses. He was somewhat relieved; he had lost control of his emotions just now, and if it weren't for Thirteen's slap...

He hadn't fully recovered yet.

"It's okay, it was my fault for stopping you."

His expression was somewhat subtle, and the wisps of hair on his forehead obscured his cold eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Thirteen swallowed hard, thinking he had used too much force, and quickly coughed a few times, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Are you... are you alright? Um... what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

She raised her hand, wanting to go forward and check on his injuries, but her hand suddenly froze in mid-air, not daring to move an inch.

Perhaps it was because she suddenly remembered the hairpin Zhou Jinghuai had given her earlier. If she got too close now, she was afraid that the boy would get his way again!

Seeing her frozen in place, Zhou Jinghuai unconsciously let out a self-deprecating smile, concealing the disappointment in her eyes, not wanting Thirteen to see it.

He lowered his head and said somewhat coldly.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you, did you receive the thing I asked Haojing to pass on to you?"

"Something? You mean a wooden hairpin?"

Thirteen felt a sudden tightness in her chest. Although she had already guessed Zhou Jinghuai's purpose in coming to find her, she still felt somewhat nervous because of his words.

Although she came from the modern era, she was basically a blank slate when it came to matters of the heart.

They don't understand anything!

But she also somewhat understood what it meant when a man gave a woman a wooden hairpin.

Seeing Zhou Jinghuai look up at her, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain.

"That wooden hairpin was given to me by Shen Mu. Perhaps you gave it to the wrong person. I've kept it in my medicine box. If you need it now, I'll go get it for you."

After saying that, without waiting for the other person to react, she lifted her leg and tried to escape.

She ultimately lacked the confidence to handle their relationship at this time.

"Wait a moment."

Zhou Jinghuai stepped in front of her and closed the already half-open wooden door again.

He slowly turned around, and Zhou Jinghuai, who was a head taller than her, encircled her within his small space.

Thirteen moved her lips, about to speak, but when she looked up, she met his clear black and white eyes. She took a half step back in a panic, but Zhou Jinghuai raised his hand and pulled her back into his arms.

They looked at each other, and Thirteen, whose eyes were usually clear, couldn't help but feel flustered.

Zhou Jinghuai was already extremely handsome, and the usually carefree young master was now looking solemn, which left Thirteen somewhat at a loss.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air, making Thirteen scratch his head in frustration.

"what are you up to?"

After a long silence, Thirteen broke it first.

Zhou Jinghuai's burning gaze was fixed on the girl in front of him, his dark eyes seeming to want to devour his prey.

He slowly approached the girl's face, forcing her to look directly at him.

Thirteen had never seen such a scene before. Even though she shrank her head to the extreme, she couldn't stop that face, so close to hers, from getting inch by inch closer.

Perhaps he had reached his limit, Thirteen gritted his teeth and was about to raise his hand to stop him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jinghuai, as if he had been prepared, caught her fist with his large hand, so firmly that she couldn't move at all.

Seeing that the other party was still approaching, Thirteen, who was now at a loss, blushed slightly. She was panicking after all!

Just as the two were about to meet, Zhou Jinghuai suddenly rested his head on Thirteen's shoulder, looking somewhat injured.

"You...really don't remember me?"

A hoarse voice made Thirteen's little hand, which was already trying to resist, stop in mid-air.

She quickly put away the silver needle in her hand. She had kept it close to her body after her fight with Sun Youzhi, just in case she encountered an accident when she was without divine power.

She frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by remembering me? Haven't we known each other for months?"

Thirteen's voice shattered Zhou Jinghuai's last illusion. He gave a self-deprecating sneer, unable to face the fact that the person in front of him had completely forgotten him.

He gritted his teeth inwardly, hating that person intensely!

After a long while, when Thirteen was unsteady on his feet, Zhou Jinghuai reluctantly stood up, with what seemed like glistening tears quietly falling from the corners of his eyes.

He quickly wiped his face and released his grip on Thirteen.

Thirteen rubbed his slightly sore shoulders and couldn't help but speak.

"What are you talking about? Have you mistaken me for someone else? I still need to return that wooden hairpin to you."

"I'll leave it with you for now, there are some things I need to take care of..."

Zhou Jinghuai looked up at her again. Even on that bright little face, there was no other emotion whatsoever. Instead, this gave Zhou Jinghuai a sense of relief.

"It's alright if you can't remember some things. Keep that wooden hairpin for me. You can return it to me after we get rid of the Demon Lord."

After saying that, Zhou Jinghuai rubbed Thirteen's head, turned around and left the room.

Thirteen opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

She always had a vague premonition that whenever Zhou Jinghuai looked at her, he seemed to be looking for the shadow of someone else in her.

She remembered that when she fought him at Mingyue Palace, she unintentionally revealed her female face, and Zhou Jinghuai subconsciously called out her real name...

She has always kept this matter in her heart and dared not forget it.

She slowly lowered her hand, looking at the mark on her fair wrist, left by Zhou Jinghuai's excessive force.

Does he know me?

Thirteen's muttering startled her. She looked up in a panic and instinctively glanced outside the door. Fortunately, it was late at night and no one was passing by.

She hurriedly closed the door and locked it.

However, Thirteen was unaware that Zhou Jinghuai was standing in the corridor outside the house at that very moment. Because of the slightly off-center angle, Thirteen did not notice him.

His dark eyes had a terrifying, blood-red gleam to them; he had obviously heard what Thirteen had just said.

Yes

He always remembered her.

However, it seems she has completely forgotten him.