The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

After dealing with Zhang Han, Ying Ji went to the side hall.

As soon as I arrived at the door, before even entering, I heard an extremely familiar piano melody, as if I had heard it hundreds or thousands of times.

He paused slightly before pushing open the door and entering.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Ying Ji clearly saw the man flinch.

He turned around and locked the door tightly.

I sat down opposite Ruoshui and observed her closely.

She changed her clothes; they were neither the white robes from her dream nor the blue or red robes from the previous two times. She wore a plain robe with a cloak over her shoulders.

With his hands on the piano, he was blindfolded, but he looked up at the sound, as if he were looking into the woman's eyes.

Ying Ji pressed one hand to her heart and tried to remove the obstructing strip of cloth with the other.

Before they even met, Ruoshui sighed softly, her voice gentle and pleasant, yet filled with deep sorrow: "Yingji, do you want to abandon me again?"

Ying Ji's pupils contracted slightly: [As expected, it was him, it was definitely him!]

Ignoring the man's struggles, she forcefully pulled off the blindfold, and the familiar face immediately assaulted her brain.

“It’s you. I know you very well.”

Ruoshui's struggling body trembled slightly, tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes, dripping down her cheeks.

His lips opened and closed, but his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ying Ji excitedly hugged the person in her arms, as if she wanted to crush him.

Ruoshui, who had been crying silently, burst into tears after this hug.

Ying Ji's heart broke upon hearing this.

Holding the person in his arms and gently patting their back, as if he had done this countless times, it felt very natural.

Ruoshui also hugged the woman's waist, buried her face in the crook of her neck, and cried in a suppressed manner, which was heartbreaking.

After Ying Ji and the others had finished crying and calmed down, they pulled the person out of their arms. They were met with a pair of eyes that were clear and bright, seemingly able to penetrate the heart. In particular, one eye was blue and the other was purple, which added a touch of allure. Long eyelashes hung on the heart-shaped face, forming an alluring arc. There were also two tear tracks on the face, which made people's breath catch in their throats.

What a face, so beautiful yet capable of bringing chaos to the court!

Ruoshui felt a little shy from being stared at. Thinking of her own eyes, she hurriedly covered them with her hands: "Don't look, it will bring disaster."

Ying Ji was stunned. She grabbed the hand covering her eyes, placed it in her palm, touched her tightly closed eyes, and touched her eyelids: "Don't be afraid, it's just that the eye color is different, it's not a disaster."

Ruoshui's eyelashes trembled, as if she had undergone a great psychological challenge. She slowly opened her eyes, and the clarity in them was so captivating that one couldn't help but be drawn into them.

But the man clearly hadn't opened his eyes to look at anyone for a long time; his eyes held joy, but also a hint of worry.

Ying Ji obeyed her heart's urge and pulled Ruoshui into her arms, taking the initiative to tell her about her amnesia: "Don't be afraid, you can tell me how we met? I was assassinated a few days ago and forgot a lot of things, but I remember you."

Upon hearing of the assassination attempt, Ruoshui hurriedly got up to check Yingji's body, searching her thoroughly for a long time. Only after finding nothing amiss did she sigh with relief.

"As long as you're okay."

After saying that, she thought of Ying Ji's last few words and blushed red: "I thought, I thought you had long forgotten me."

Ruoshui stood there helplessly, but finally, as if she had made up her mind, she placed Yingji's hand on her heart: "I...I have never forgotten you either. This time, will you drive me away again?"

Just as Ying Ji was about to frown, a finger appeared between her brows: "Don't frown anymore, I like seeing you smile."

With her brows relaxed, Ying Ji took the man's slender hand, which still had some calluses on his fingertips, in her grasp.

Tell me about us. I only remember you; I've forgotten so many things. I'm sorry.

Ruoshui was taken aback for a moment, then casually smiled with her captivating face, revealing a simple and honest smile.

"Yes, if you don't send me away, I'll have plenty of time to talk to you."

Ying Ji felt her heart burning, especially when she was close to Ruoshui. A warm current would flow through her heart, which felt very warm and comfortable. This was the first time she had clearly felt a sense of peace since she woke up.

She unconsciously pulled the man closer, even pressing her body against his.

Ruoshui's previously fluent speech suddenly became hesitant and stumbling.

"Tuanzi, could you please not get so close? We...we haven't reached that point yet."

Hearing the nickname "Tuanzi" made Yingji feel even more familiar and affectionate, but she didn't let go. Instead, she pulled the man's waist closer, pressing him completely against her body. Inhaling the fragrance that wasn't her own, she unconsciously thought: [So fragrant, it would be so comfortable to sleep with him tonight.]

That's exactly what Ying Ji did. She scooped him up in her arms with practiced ease, tucked him into the bed, and then turned off the light herself.

Ruoshui was stiff all over, not daring to move at all. Seeing that Yingji had already found a familiar spot on her body to rest, she protested in a weak, mosquito-like voice: "This...this...this is not right. I don't have a title yet. This is not good."

Ying Ji cherished this warmth, feeling incredibly comfortable and wanting to meld him into her body.

A little while later, she fell asleep while holding the man.

After Ruoshui realized the woman was asleep, her stiff body softened. She propped her head up with one hand and carefully admired Yingji's appearance. The smile on her lips was no longer as innocent as before; instead, it was quite alluring.

He hooked Ying Ji's hair with his index finger and twirled it gently, then pointed at something in the air.

A flat-headed cobra, entirely black, appeared and coiled itself around Ruoshui, constantly slithering away.

Ruoshui looked at the disaster and smiled alluringly: "This thing is really useful; this woman remembers nothing."

The calamity flicked its forked tongue: "[After all, it's a rudimentary system. Even with my hacked system, this guy can't exchange for many things. It's a pity I can't hack into it.]"

Ruoshui asked curiously: "There are also systems you can't hack."

The disaster silently uttered a sentence: "[I've never seen anyone so poor. They're either in debt or on their way to debt. It's a miracle that their system is even running. The shop hasn't shown anything good yet; I can't even hack a single item. They're definitely poor.]"

Ruoshui's fingers, which were playing with the ends of her hair, froze: [So poor?]

The Disaster looked at the sleeping Ying Ji with disdain: "[She's so poor she's still in debt. What do you think? The main god scrutinizes systems with debts very closely, basically afraid of not being able to repay their debts, especially since this guy is so greedy and demanding.]"

This guy has also learned to be very shameless. Last time I was checking the small world in the lobby, this kid asked to borrow a thousand, and when he met someone he knew, he asked for two thousand. He just borrowed the maximum amount.

Now his reputation in the lobby is ruined. He's always borrowing money from acquaintances he knows. The only good thing is that he usually pays it back, and some people with savings are still willing to lend to him.

Ruoshui laughed until tears welled up in her eyes: "This guy's interesting."

Disaster looms over Ying Ji: [Her messenger probably won't be back for a year, giving us a lot of room to maneuver.]

Ruoshui poked Yingji's cheek, creating a dent with each poke before it returned to its original state, then poking again, and the dent would disappear, having a great time: "A year is enough. After all, I came to this low-level martial arts world to retire and have some fun."

Disaster crept up Ruoshui's hand, reaching her arm: "Ying Zheng possesses immense fortune; he cannot be touched. What are your plans for dealing with Zhang Liang and Bai Changchuan?"

Ruoshui was still poking her face: [I remember there was a saying circulating online for a while: "A foolish woman wins over other women, a smart woman wins over men." This applies to women too. No matter how many tricks I have up my sleeve, none of them are as hurtful as a single sentence from her.]

The calamity was beyond her comprehension, but the newcomer, Ruoshui, said: "It's up to you. I can't help much, but just absorb the world's consciousness as quickly as possible, otherwise the remaining energy won't be enough for one transfer."

Ruoshui nodded, her fingers gently touching the woman's lips, soft and rosy, and she leaned down to give them a light kiss.

"It tastes good, don't let me down."