Jingliu, of course, knew where Oliver was.
He was in the study.
First, trick Bai Heng into going somewhere else; by the time she found out, it would be too late.
"My Master's Wife can only be me."
The phrasing was a bit odd, but that was the gist of it.
She just didn't know if Oliver would accept her.
Jingliu actually felt a bit conflicted, nervous, even scared—scared of being rejected.
However, when she arrived at the study and pushed open the door...
It was empty.
In the annex.
Oliver was squatting on the ground, watering the flower buds.
He felt stifled doing things in the study, so he came out for a walk.
"Killing Shuhu, preventing the Shuhu Calamity and the Imbibitor Lunae Calamity, is most likely one of the conditions for completing the script."
Perhaps, this script was already nearing its end.
As Oliver was pondering this question, a pair of soft, jade-like hands covered his eyes.
He didn't need to guess who it was.
He had noticed someone like a thief quietly approaching from behind a long time ago.
"Guess who I am?"
The person behind him spoke in a distorted, strange voice.
Oliver slapped the other person's butt with his backhand.
Smack!
The sound was crisp.
It sounded like she was good at having sons.
The touch was soft; it felt quite nice.
"Ouch!"
Bai Heng groaned.
Her hands no longer covered his eyes; instead, she pinched Oliver's face and pouted, "You hit my butt again! Besides you, no one has ever hit my butt!"
Oliver smiled: "Then what should I do? Do you want me to apologize?"
Bai Heng cupped her hands and rubbed Oliver's face, saying seriously, "I don't accept apologies. You have to take responsibility for me!"
Oliver: "Hitting a butt doesn't make babies. What am I responsible for?"
Bai Heng: "You have to take responsibility first, then you can make babies."
Oliver: "What?"
Bai Heng: "No, nothing. I said I have something to discuss with you."
Oliver stood up and faced her: "Go on, what is it?"
This Fox-person Maiden in front of him wasn't young anymore, yet she was always so lively and endearing.
To say he didn't like her would definitely be a lie.
"This is for you."
Bai Heng took out a fortune slip from her bosom and handed it over.
Oliver unfolded it and saw it was a marriage fortune slip, indicating 'excellent luck'.
The person who sought the fortune and the destined partner were: Bai Heng, Oliver.
Oliver had just opened his mouth: "This is..."
"I like you! I want to be with you! The kind that becomes husband and wife!"
Bai Heng, her face red, as if using all her strength, shouted at Oliver.
Her fox Tail was stiff, and her fox ears stood erect.
She was truly adorable.
Oliver unconsciously smiled and reached out to place his hand on Bai Heng's head: "You know, all these years, I've never refused you in anything, and it's the same now."
Upon hearing this, Bai Heng immediately knew that it was a success!
Oliver accepted her affection.
"Yay!"
Bai Heng smiled and threw herself into Oliver's arms, her big Tail wagging back and forth.
They embraced for a while.
Bai Heng looked up in Oliver's arms, her beautiful eyes meeting his, her pretty face flushed.
"My great-grandmother said that only a mouth-to-mouth kiss counts as husband and wife. Do you want to?"
Her voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, and her breath brushed Oliver's jaw, warm and gentle.
Oliver felt everything around him blur and recede, leaving only her slightly parted, moist lips, like a silent invitation, slowly approaching with a fatal allure.
The distance dwindled, warm breaths mingled, and the air was filled with a raw yet burning sweetness that seemed capable of igniting one's reason.
Oliver could even anticipate the soft, slightly cool sensation of their lips touching in the next second... *Buzz*—*Boom!*
A dull, chilling roar exploded without warning behind Oliver and Bai Heng!
A bone-chilling current of air slammed into them, instantly stripping all warmth from their lungs.
Frost and mist even appeared in the surroundings.
Jingliu's figure slowly emerged from the lingering cold mist.
She hadn't even fully withdrawn her sword-wielding posture; the slender ice sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip still wreathed in visible wisps of white cold air, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
There was no expression on her face, but her lips curved into an extremely cold arc.
"Master, why aren't you in the study?"
Jingliu asked.
Oliver looked puzzled, what did she mean?
Was there a problem with him not being in the study?
"I got bored sitting, so I came out for a walk and to water the flowers."
He answered truthfully.
Jingliu showed a helpless expression, as if she had a great regret in her heart.
What else could she say?
She could only say that fate played tricks.
She had clearly tried to trick Bai Heng, but it backfired, making her confess first.
No, there was still a chance, at least the position of 'Master's wife' was still open.
Thinking of this, Jingliu's eyes suddenly became sharp.
After walking in front of Oliver, she directly pulled him towards her.
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Jingliu's face, covered in frost and a certain stubbornness, instantly filled Oliver's vision, right before him.
The icy cold aura on her body forcefully invaded all his senses, replacing the warmth Bai Heng had left behind.
"My dear disciple, what are you going to do?"
Oliver asked softly.
The next second.
Cold lips, carrying a hint of crisp freshness, pressed down hard.
This was not a kiss; it was more like marking territory.
Jingliu slightly pulled back a few inches; her breathing was also a little hurried, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and a nearly obsessive dark light surged in her eyes.
Oliver himself was a little surprised.
What kind of development was this?
Just now there was still a bit of #e+r wine and qi tumor ` that was like shrimp and comfortable.
Jingliu stared into Oliver's eyes, enunciating each word, her voice slightly hoarse after the kiss:
"I came first. I fell in love with you first, Oliver."
After saying that, Jingliu suddenly turned her head to look at Bai Heng: "You remember that too."
Bai Heng was completely dumbfounded.
She stood there blankly, witnessing Jingliu's intimacy with Oliver.
What did she mean?
Why was she so overbearing?
She had finally mustered up her courage, her first intimate moment, only for it to end abruptly.
Bai Heng felt a bit upset. (As pictured)
Her two ears drooped, and her Tail hung limply.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Jingliu also felt a pang of sympathy.
She had indeed acted improperly.
"Now it's your turn."
Then, Jingliu actually stepped aside neatly.
At this, both Oliver and Bai Heng were stunned.
Oliver raised a hand to wipe his swollen lips: "What... what's your game?"
He hadn't seen this before.
One person robs halfway, then, after robbing, gives it back to the victim to stimulate them!
Bai Heng, who had been called out, suddenly looked up like a startled deer.
Her lips trembled a few times before she managed a mosquito-like hum: "I..."
The atmosphere she had carefully built up was completely ruined.
How could she possibly kiss him now?
"If you hesitate again, you're out."
There was even a hint of pleasure and relief in Jingliu's tone.
She even gave Bai Heng a push.
Oliver held Bai Heng in his arms, with Jingliu standing in front of him.
They both stirred an inexplicable fire within him.
One forcefully destroyed the atmosphere and rudely cut in line, while the other was hesitant and nerve-wracking.
"If you play with me first, don't blame me for playing with you!"