After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Song Nihuan held Xie Tan's hand.

These hands were warm, with calloused palms. They had caressed her body gently and restrainedly at night, comforted her when she was helpless and collapsed and wanted to commit suicide, and buried her deceased parents.

Song Nihuan asked: "Brother Tan, what's wrong? Tell me."

"Nothing." Xie Tan rubbed the top of her head, "It's just that now when I see you looking at others and your mind is not on me, I feel... flustered."

His anger at Xie Yunji being alive disappeared without a trace, leaving only fear.

She was willing to give it a try with him, and then things would get better between him and her…

If she knew Xie Yunji was still alive, would she dislike him without hesitation! ?

Song Nihuan didn't know what Xie Tan was thinking. She gently put her arms around his waist and hugged him, saying helplessly, "You won't even let me watch the dragon boat race? Who told me in the first place that I could be happy and cheerful as I wanted?"

"Not now." Xie Tan tightened his arms, lowered his head and told her, "I just want you to look at me, with only me in your heart and eyes."

She was clearly in his arms, but he felt bitter.

He knew that Song Nihuan just calmly accepted everything that she could not change.

She would not have the same selfless love for him as she had for Xie Yunji. He was not even sure whether she had ever had the same vague feelings for him?

His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. His heart ached when he thought of how she had sadly but firmly admitted in front of him that she loved Xie Yunji to the point of being unable to extricate herself.

He had never felt so helpless before, as if he was stuck in a dead end. It seemed that as long as he forced her, she would be his forever, but what he wanted was obviously her heart.

He was immersed in her boundless tenderness and couldn't extricate himself. The more he lusted after her, the more jealous he became.

Xie Yunji...

Jealousy and unwillingness made Xie Tan almost unable to bear it. He held her hand tightly and lowered his eyes, "Ni Huan, will you marry me?"

He asked this question suddenly and Song Nihuan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Marry him... She really hadn't thought about getting married again, and had always been thinking about staying with Xie Tan until he got tired of her. He suddenly asked this question, and she was a little at a loss for words.

Xie Tan raised his eyes, stubbornly and sharply, "Marry me, are you willing?"

"I wanted to ask you this ten years ago. Are you willing? Maybe give it to me in the next life, okay?"

Song Nihuan laughed and said, "Next life? This life isn't over yet."

But Xie Tan was very persistent, "This life is not enough. You and I have wasted so many years. Life is too short. I want to meet you again in the next life..."

He looked at her eagerly, waiting for her answer.

"I don't want to get married again..." she whispered.

Xie Tan was not displeased at all, his eyes lit up and he said, "You just don't want to get married, not that you don't like me, right?"

Song Nihuan felt inexplicably uneasy when he looked at her, but after thinking it over, she felt it wouldn't be difficult to agree to his request. Besides, she did seem to like him a little, so she nodded.

He was indeed ecstatic. He leaned over and held her in his arms, refusing to let go for a long time.

Song Nihuan thought Xie Tan was just talking, but countless ideas of making her the queen flashed through Xie Tan's mind.

"I've been waiting for you to grow up and become my wife, but I didn't expect that I would have to wait for ten years. Fortunately, this day has come. I don't care. We will get married when we return to Yunjing." Xie Tan held her tightly in his arms, talking like a dream.

Fool...really stupid.

Song Nihuan was so upset by his emotion that she couldn't say anything and just hugged him tightly.

"Can you embroider one for me too?" he begged her in a low voice.

"What?" Song Nihuan asked.

"That's what you did for Xie Yunji. I don't believe you have forgotten it." Xie Tan buried his head in her neck, feeling a little aggrieved.

Memories penetrated into her heart like lightning, and she finally remembered that New Year's Eve many years ago, when Xie Tan stood in Liufeng Courtyard and watched her and Xie Yunji standing side by side. At that time, his eyes lingered on the purse on Xie Yunji's waist for a long time.

And that purse was embroidered by her.

"Ni Huan."

"Can you embroider one for me too?"

He questioned her in a low voice.

Her eyes suddenly felt sore, and she said in his arms: "Okay, I'll embroider a better one for you."

The one she embroidered for Xie Yunji had long gone away. Perhaps it remained in the Xie Mansion in Yunjing, or in the memory that was deliberately forgotten.

He must have passed away.

She slowly closed her eyes and leaned quietly on Xie Tan's chest.

*

"Sir, I'm sorry, there are celebrations in the city these days, and the identity and documents are strictly checked. We can't keep you here..." the innkeeper said with difficulty.

This was the eighth inn, and after looking at the identity documents of the people from Piaomiao Peak, they all declined.

After that day, when Xie Yunji was on the verge of death, Zen Master Xuanzhu spared no effort to save his life. A total of 72 silver needles were driven into acupuncture points all over his body, temporarily sealing out all the poison.

Zen Master Xuanzhu stayed up all night, staying by Xie Yunji's bedside until his pulse stabilized before he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he got out of the door, he told his disciples to spread the word - the Martial Alliance was in Yunzhou, trying their best to find the miracle doctor Xun Fang.

However, there was still no news from Xun Fang, and they were kicked out of the inn the next day. The reason seemed legitimate, but it was difficult to verify.

"Could it be the Lei Clan's doing?" The disciple from Piao Miao Peak said, shaking his head again. "In Yunzhou, if the Lei Clan was so bold as to target us, wouldn't they be afraid of being laughed at by the heroes of the world?"

"The Martial Alliance and the Lei Clan have always kept their distance from each other. Even if there is an undercurrent, there is no reason for them to suddenly attack openly." Xuan Zhu frowned slightly and was silent for a long while. "Could it be that something has changed within the Lei Clan? So they can't keep their cool?"

"No, if the Lei clan is really targeting us, then their method is too crude." A disciple who was deep in thought suddenly asked his master, "The other party's target is Senior Brother, not you, Master. So... is it possible that they are not targeting us?"

Xuan Zhu's eyes suddenly focused, and he paused in thought for a moment, looking at Xie Yunji who was still in a coma, and said, "We can't leave Yunzhou now. We haven't found Xun Fang yet. Only he can save your brother."

"But..." The disciple who had just spoken was worried, "We can't even find a place to stay. It seems like there is an invisible force asking us to leave?"

"This poison can only be suppressed for three months at most. After three months, the poison will seep into the lungs and heart, and there will be no cure!" Xuan Zhu sighed, "Doctor Xun Fang has no fixed place to stay. If we don't stay here to look for him, we don't know when we will hear from him again..."

The disciples of Piao Miao Peak looked at each other in bewilderment. So, was the eldest brother in danger? But in the past few days, this eldest brother who suddenly arrived had become the object of their imitation. Many of them had secretly watched the eldest brother practicing swordsmanship and were fascinated by his sharp moves... Moreover, the eldest brother was never stingy in teaching them everything he had learned.

"Let's look for it again, Master. There is an inn ahead."