Who Gave It to You?

Lin Xingjian paused and smiled. “Young Marquis, why are you looking at my pouch?”

Li Jigeng also looked at Xie Xingyun. He saw that the young man’s eyelids were slightly closed, and for some reason, a sense of loss could be felt.

“Young Marquis must have seen how exquisite and luxurious your pouch is and couldn’t help but take a few more glances.”

Lin Xingjian smiled and removed the pouch. The pouch with the silver silk edge was exquisite and beautiful. Even an outsider could tell the effort of the one who made it. “I like it very much too. I can’t help but take a look at it often.”

“Who gave it to you?”

Xie Xingyun asked coldly.

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At the thought of Bai Xianyu, Lin Xingjian’s expression became a little unnatural. However, they were not even in a relationship yet. If he said it out loud, it would ruin her reputation.

Hence, he said, “It’s a gift from my sweetheart.”

Li Jigeng smiled. “I see. Which family is she from?”

Lin Xingjian said evasively, “It’s just my unrequited love. I begged for it for a long time.”

Unrequited love.

Xie Xingyun sneered in his heart.

After rejecting him, she was able to give her “sweetheart” a pouch in the blink of an eye.

Was it really unrequited love?

Bai Xianyu was very bold in rejecting him, yet was so careful toward her sweetheart. Was she so shy that she dared not even express her feelings?

“I have something to do at home. I’ve got to go. Farewell.” He stood up and left the small banquet.

Li Jigeng and Lin Xingjian were a little confused, but when they saw the young man’s gloomy expression, they did not ask him to stay.

…

“Xie Xingyun, do you think the pouch I made for you looks good?”

Xie Xingyun stopped in his tracks.

A pair of soft, seemingly boneless arms wrapped around his waist, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingered at the tip of his nose.

Bai Xianyu smiled until her eyes curved into crescents. She leaned forward and kissed his chin. “Why are you looking at me? Look at my new pouch. Does it look better than last time?”

Xie Xingyun stared at her intently.

Did he… return to his previous life?

Seeing that he did not speak, Bai Xianyu lowered her head in disappointment. “Doesn’t it look good?”

She was so dejected that she wanted to untie the mandarin duck pouch that she had tied on. “Then I’ll make you another one.”

“What happened to your hand?” The man held her hands tightly.

Bai Xianyu smiled. “It’s just a few pricks. It doesn’t hurt.”

A few fine wounds had already formed scabs. Although they were very small, they looked abrupt and shocking on this pair of pampered hands.

“Fortunately, I’m making it only for you now. Don’t be unhappy. Next time…”

The girl’s words were blocked, and a sandalwood-scented kiss was branded on her lips.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Xianyu was pressed against the bed. Her fair arms hugged Xie Xingyun’s broad shoulders weakly, and her delicate little face was flushed red. Her smooth snow-white skin, her messy black hair, her silk-like charming eyes, allowed the man to pluck them wantonly.

“…A hibiscus is not as beautiful as a beauty. The wind from the Emperor’s boat brings the fragrance of vermillion jade.” This was the first time Xie Xingyun wanted her so badly.

“You’re mine.” He nipped her earlobe.

…

“Young Master…”

“Young Master, it’s time for you to get up.”

Xie Xingyun slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and leaned against the head of the bed. There were a few traces of blood at the corners of his eyes, and sweat seeped through his white undershirt. He looked like he had been fished out of water.

When Xiao Zheng heard the sound, he pushed the door open and entered. He said anxiously, “Young Master, you’ve already slept for two hours. You need to go to the Imperial College now.”

When he saw Xie Xingyun’s appearance, Xiao Zheng asked in shock, “Young Master, are you sick?”