No matter how cold her heart was, her soft and gentle appearance always touched the hardest part of his heart.
Murong Chong, his tall body, sat by the bedside and reached out to touch her cheek. There was a warm, tingling sensation that spread from his fingertips to his entire body. The feeling was strange, yet he couldn't bear to move his hand away.
His fingers traced her face inch by inch. The smooth, delicate skin felt like a handful of soft snow, the touch lingering on his fingertips.
Xiao'er, you brought this upon yourself. Who told you to provoke me? What should I do now?
Murong Chong's eyes were as deep as a clear pool, like an abyss, his lips curling into a captivating smile. His tall frame slowly moved towards the bed. He carefully embraced the person on the bed, lying on his side in his arms, taking extreme care.
Knowing she wouldn't wake up, he still dared not be rough, as if afraid of bumping or hurting her. One hand gently stroked her hair, as smooth as ink and as soft as the finest, most luxurious silk.
Since childhood, he had longed for a sister with skin like lotus root, someone he could hug and kiss. But a sister never came. Later, he gained Lin, and he was equally happy. However, the boisterous nature of boys never truly reached his heart.
After such a world-shattering upheaval, he thought his purpose in living was revenge, to kill with a bloodthirsty rage. He never imagined that his heart's deepest desires still existed, and the person wasn't a sister, but a little girl he wanted to cherish and protect forever.
However, this little girl was a little hedgehog, a little fox. She always forgot promises made to others, so he had to help her remember her commitments.
Murong Chong's eyes became misty, no longer deep and unfathomable, but clear and bright.
With a flick of his hand, a small silver glint appeared. His lips curved into a charming smile. Why?
A gentle breeze stirred, filling the room with an intimate ambiance. The faint, light fragrance of herbs wafted through the air.
Under the dim moonlight, the man, with an affectionate expression, was meticulously working on something. Soon, he smiled with satisfaction, gazing at her slender, white hand, as delicate as a spring onion, soft and smooth...
Day broke, and the rosy dawn light filtered through the thin gauze into the room. Distant shouts echoed from all directions.
Yun Xiao opened her groggy eyes, glaring resentfully at the window. The only downside to living here was that it got light so early.
The vendors outside, selling buns, vegetables, and various sundries, shouted their wares with all their might. After sleeping all night, she was too well-rested, and their voices grew louder and louder.
Yun Xiao thought resentfully and closed her eyes again, intending to sleep a little longer. But why did her body feel sore and achy, as if she had been beaten everywhere, or as if someone had massaged every inch of her? She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, blinking her dewy eyes.
After a night's sleep, her cheeks had a rosy glow, making her look even more beautiful. Her eyes were more spirited, as if infused with a layer of gentle waves, making them indescribably captivating.
Her eyes moved aimlessly, then were drawn to something.
On the surface of her fair and smooth hand, there was now an exquisite embroidered pattern: a half-blooming Hemerocallis, with distinct petals, as if alive, fixedly adorning her hand.
Yun Xiao's face paled in shock. She jumped off the bed abruptly and hopped around the room, shouting.
"Ah, ah, ah."
As her cries echoed, hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a voice drifted in from outside the window. Both of them simultaneously stared at their mistress, who was still hopping around in the room. Her ink-black hair cascaded to her waist, and she wore a white undergarment, resembling a little fairy who had descended to the mortal realm in the dead of night.
"Mistress, what happened?"
Wan Wan rushed forward, pulling her mistress, unsure what was wrong.
Yun Xiao finally came to her senses. Her face immediately filled with anger and disbelief as she pointed to her hand.
"Look, it's like seeing a ghost! Something grew on my hand, and it's a Hemerocallis."
"Hemerocallis,"
Wan Wan was also startled. She looked closely, and indeed it was real. This Hemerocallis was the symbol of the Divine Dragon Palace. It was said that only the Palace Lord, Murong Chong, possessed such a thing. How could it appear on her mistress's hand now, blooming so vibrantly, as if alive?
Liu Xing, standing beside them, felt his scalp tingle. He lowered his head, not daring to look at his mistress. Last night, he and Murong Chong's subordinates had fought for two hours, resulting in a draw. They ended up sitting on the street, panting and recovering.
By the time he returned, Murong Chong had already left. At first, he hadn't paid much attention, as that guy hadn't harmed his mistress.
His mistress wouldn't know about what happened last night. Who knew that damn guy would leave a Hemerocallis on his mistress's hand?
Such a thing was rare and sought after. Yet, that guy had tattooed it on his mistress's hand. Once this mark appeared, it signified that his mistress belonged to him, and no one would dare to touch her.
The room became unnervingly quiet. When Yun Xiao calmed down and connected the events, she realized something.
"Could that guy have appeared again?"
In a flash, she tried hard to recall. She had no memory of last night. If it were him, why tattoo something so effeminate on her hand? Angered, this eldest miss Yun completely forgot her promise to someone.
Yun Xiao turned around and saw Liu Xing, who hadn't said a word the entire time and appeared extremely unnatural. That's right, this guy was always protecting her. Could it be that he was hiding something from her?
"Liu Xing, what happened last night?"
Liu Xing was startled. He looked up, his face full of sincerity, immense guilt, and repentance.
"Mistress, someone did enter last night, that detestable Murong Chong who deserves to go to hell. He appeared again. I couldn't defeat him, and I was entangled by his subordinates, so he barged into your chamber. I didn't know he tattooed this on your hand. If I had known, I would have stopped him even at the cost of my life."
Liu Xing's attitude was sincere, his tone firm, but his heart was a little uneasy, as he couldn't defeat the other party. Even if he knew what that guy was doing, he could only watch helplessly.
However, the most important point was that the man seemed to truly like his mistress and had no intention of harming her. This was his conclusion after sitting on the rooftop all night. As dawn broke, he sadly realized one thing.
That was, his mistress would definitely not escape that guy's clutches. Thinking about this made him incredibly depressed.
"Murong Chong, that guy came? This damned fellow, why didn't he wake me up? And he dared to tattoo such a sissy thing on my hand. If I see him again, should I tear him into eight pieces, or tattoo something on him in return?" Yun Xiao's face was covered in a green aura, she was furious.
Whether it was because she was in a bad mood for not seeing Murong Chong, or simply because she was angry about the tattoo on her hand, she was very displeased, and when she was displeased, someone had to suffer.
"Liu Xing, go and find out where he is now. If you can't find him, don't come to see me."
"Yes, Mistress."
Liu Xing received the order, feeling somewhat powerless. Frankly speaking, the people of the Divine Dragon Palace had no fixed abode. Who knew where that guy was now? But he knew one way to make him appear.
That was to spread the news of his mistress's injury. He believed that guy would show up immediately. However, he should refrain from suggesting such a terrible idea, as they would both get beaten up then.
Liu Xing flashed away. In the room, Wan Wan stepped forward, took her mistress's arm, and sat her down, tidying her hair with a faint smile.