When coming to Luoxia Wenying this time, Zanxing hadn’t thought much about it. She had stayed in the same room with Gu Baiying before, and in the end, they just slept separately. This person was too much of a gentleman—so gentlemanly that sometimes Zanxing couldn’t help but suspect whether he had some kind of hidden ailment.

Bright red candle tears dripped onto the table one by one. From the burning flames, a heavy fragrance gradually emanated. This fragrance added another spark to the already romantic atmosphere, and the air in the room became scorching hot.

Gu Baiying’s beautiful eyes gazed at her, as if desperately suppressing some dangerous emotion. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he said, “There’s something strange about this room. We should go out…”

Before he could finish speaking, Zanxing pressed close to him.

She said, “Go out for what? The entire island is full of couples’ inns. Changing to another inn would be the same. We need to find a place to rest tonight. I’m a dignified Demon Lord—I can’t very well sleep under the open sky, can I?”

Gu Baiying looked away: “But we can’t sleep here either.”

Zanxing took another step forward, forcing the young man to face her directly, her voice persuasive and seductive: “There’s nothing wrong with this place.”

“There is.” Gu Baiying lowered his head, frowning as he looked at her. “There’s something wrong with this fragrance. If we keep staying here…”

He pressed his lips together and didn’t continue.

Zanxing felt like she was a female demon seducing an innocent young man. She said, “What will happen if we keep staying?”

Gu Baiying glanced at her, his jawline taut: “Yang Zanxing, you and I aren’t married yet, so naturally we can’t… can’t…”

Zanxing was almost amused to anger. She said, “I’m from the demon clan! Have you ever seen any demon clan member who insists on following human rules, only having a wedding night after marriage?”

Perhaps because she was too close, Gu Baiying instinctively backed away, accidentally tripping on the bed edge. Caught off guard, he fell backward. Zanxing naturally ended up on top of him.

Gu Baiying’s entire body went rigid.

Zanxing propped herself up on her arms, staring into his eyes, her tone somewhat puzzling: “Gu Baiying, you’re so afraid—do you have some kind of hidden ailment?”

The air suddenly fell silent.

He slowly raised his head. Upon hearing the words “hidden ailment,” his expression changed dramatically. The shyness from moments before instantly faded, replaced by a voice grinding his teeth: “What did you say?”

“I was thinking, you always act like you’re facing a great enemy. Could it be that you have some problem yourself?” Zanxing looked at him thoughtfully. “In our hometown, people also need to try first before marriage. If you can’t perform, I naturally can’t just jump into a fire pit with my eyes open.”

“I can’t perform?” he slowly repeated, his eyes instantly deepening.

Zanxing nodded.

The next moment, everything spun around her head, and their positions were completely reversed. This person’s handsome face was close at hand. Whether due to the stimulation of the flower fragrance or some other reason, his gaze lacked its usual brightness, as if veiled by faint ripples, yet his words were still fierce: “If you keep talking nonsense, we’ll have to try whether you want to or not!”

After thinking, he emphasized again: “You also know…”

The mandarin duck love knot was right beside the bed. Though his words sounded fierce, his actions were ultimately gentle. The brocade curtains reflected a slight blush on his face, and in the flickering red candlelight, shadows intertwined tenderly.

Zanxing hummed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed close, saying: “Let’s try then.”

“……”

……

The Jiexin Bell rang all night long.

When Zanxing woke up early the next morning, the red candles on the table had burned out.

The room was in complete disarray. She sat up, supporting her waist, feeling extraordinarily tired all over.

How to put it… she didn’t know if it was because of the incense in the room… In any case, Zanxing felt that even when she was cultivating and breaking through during body tempering, she hadn’t been this exhausted.

Zanxing couldn’t remember many of the scenes clearly, though she particularly remembered the moment when she wanted to strangle Gu Baiying.

Amid passion and confusion… thinking about it felt absurd.

Sigh, it was truly ridiculous.

Her clothes had been put back on properly—this should have been Gu Baiying’s doing. Hot tea and pastries were placed on the table. Not seeing his shadow, Zanxing moved to the table, drank some tea to moisten her throat, and rubbed her aching legs.

Just as she reached the door, she saw someone sitting at the bluestone table in the courtyard. Zanxing called out “Gu Baiying,” and the person, startled, stood up and walked toward her, saying: “Why did you come out?”

“I came to see if you were still here,” Zanxing said. “You disappeared early in the morning. I thought you were going to put on a show of abandoning me after a night of passion.”

Mentioning last night’s events, Gu Baiying’s expression immediately changed, seeming somewhat annoyed and somewhat ashamed. He coughed lightly: “Last night I…”

“No need to explain.” Zanxing interrupted him. “It was mutual consent. If not last night, there would be tonight or tomorrow night.” Having stayed in Heishi City for a long time, her speech had become more casual, quite reminiscent of Bujiang’s romantic style. With just a glance at the red paper on the table, she asked Gu Baiying: “What are you writing?”

The red paper on the table had been written into a stack, with beautiful and strong handwriting. Zanxing looked and was stunned: “Why are these all names?”

“It’s a guest list for the banquet,” Gu Baiying said.

“Guest list for a banquet?”

Gu Baiying raised an eyebrow and snorted with laughter: “We’ve already dual cultivated, so the marriage naturally needs to be put on the agenda. After we return from this trip, we can discuss it. There are quite a few guests among both the demon and human clans. After I finish preparing the list, you can look it over.”

Zanxing stared at him for a full moment before speaking: “Gu Baiying, have you gone mad?”

He was stunned, then his brow gradually furrowed: “What do you mean?”

“We just dual cultivated for one night—we don’t need to get married immediately.” Zanxing was incredulous. “Where on earth did you get such archaic thinking from?” Although she didn’t mind getting married, getting married because of one night of dual cultivation sounded too strange!

Gu Baiying also stared at her in disbelief: “Yang Zanxing, are you trying to renege?”

“Don’t make it sound so unpleasant.” Zanxing picked up the staff from the table and ran off. “Anyway, I have no plans to get married right now.”

“Yang Zanxing!”

The voices in the courtyard gradually faded away. The cleaning servants walked in and couldn’t help but be stunned seeing the mess all over the ground.

The innkeeper who followed them in made several “tsk tsk tsk” sounds and muttered to herself: “Looks like those two weren’t idle last night either.”

She walked into the room and saw the red curtains and silk scattered about, first smiling knowingly: “They chose ‘Wedding Night.'” When her gaze fell on the burned-out red candles on the table, she was stunned.

The innkeeper smelled the remaining fragrance of the candle tears, and her expression suddenly changed: “Who brought Liuhuan incense in here?”

The cleaning servant asked in confusion: “Liuhuan incense?”

Liuhuan incense—wasn’t that incense made from Liuhuan grass? It was said that ordinary people couldn’t withstand this fragrance. Once they inhaled it… Previously, an old immortal had mistakenly lit this incense, and the medicinal effect was too strong, causing him to die on the bed. After that, all the inns in Luoxia Wenying forbade the use of Liuhuan incense to prevent deaths.

However, looking at how spirited those two looked when they left just now, especially that man, he should have been able to handle it. And not only did he handle it, he seemed quite satisfied.

The innkeeper sighed, looking at the candle tears on the table with both heartache and some envy: “Indeed, young men are the best.”