"Rong... Rong Heng?"
Gu Lan’s body stiffened on the horse, staring blankly at him.
The young man, holding a lantern and leading a horse, dressed in black with a small bundle on his back, erged from beneath a lush green tree.
His steps were steady and firm, his face, reflecting the lamp’s light, seed coated with a soft glow.
"Did you see a ghost?" Rong Heng spoke faintly, his dark eyes profound, his gaze calm.
"Saw... almost, yeah." Gu Lan shook his head, murmuring to himself.
Seeing Rong Heng here was almost like seeing a ghost.
Did he follow , or did he just happen to be here... taking a stroll?
Gu Lan swiftly dismissed the second reason.
She looked around, tightened the reins, and her grip on the horse’s mane grew stronger, the veins on the back of her hand bulging: "Hong, let’s go."
"Hong?"
Rong Heng glanced quizzically at the sleek chestnut horse Gu Lan was riding, instinctively questioning.
What a terrible na.
Gu Lan’s face flushed red, she jerked the reins suddenly and shouted, "Giddy up—!"
The young man, cloaked in a silver-white cape, beca a streak of light and vanished into the forest.
"Gu Lan, co back!"
Rong Heng’s eyes sharpened, he squeezed the horse’s flanks and galloped after her.
The two figures moved one after the other from the forest to the official road, then through another dense forest.
Who knows how much ti had passed, but Gu Lan finally grew tired, primarily because Hong was panting heavily.
"Rong, Rong Heng, aren’t you tired?"
She tied Hong to a tree, taking out so feed from the bundle on its back for it, dismounted holding her waist with a deep breath, then took a big gulp from the water skin.
Gu Lan looked up; the sky was already tinged with light, and she realized she’d been riding all night.
Rong Heng had chased her the entire way.
Is he crazy—
Suddenly, the young man erged from the woods to the side.
He dismounted abruptly, rushed forward, and grabbed Gu Lan’s shoulder fiercely, pressing her against the tree trunk with a slight force.
Gu Lan, who had just been drinking, got slightly choked, and there were a few drops of water at the corner of her lips, making them look very moist.
She stared straight at him: "Rong Heng, what are you doing, I told you, we need to calm down..."
A ray of dawn light trickled through the gaps in the tree branches, casting onto Rong Heng’s face, his handso face stern, his sharp brows even more striking in the sunlight.
It was an exceedingly handso face, like a gentle breeze in the mountains, or a bright moon embracing the night.
Even with a stern, unfeeling expression, it couldn’t hide the elegance and pride surrounding him.
Rong Heng looked at her, his face getting closer, his eyes intense and deep: "Gu Lan, I’m very calm."
He said, as he extended his slender fingers, the fingertip rubbing the drops of water from her lips.
The hand with thin calluses, the fingertip cool, gently brushed across, making Gu Lan shrink her neck.
"..."
How on earth does he seem calm, this gaze looks like it wants to devour her.
Gu Lan touched the rough tree trunk behind her, wondering if she could knock Rong Heng out and run, how far could she go...
Quickly, she abandoned the plan.
She wasn’t sure of her strength, what if she accidentally made Brother Hang dumb? What if she damaged such a good-looking face? What if... she couldn’t beat him, that would be embarrassing.
Gu Lan softly said, "In any case, Brother Hang, you know —"
Young Master Gu had never called himself ’little brother’ in this life!
She just wanted to be everyone’s dad!
"Although I, your little brother, have said before that I like n, I’m a homosexual, I also said that I want to be on top, and, actually, I don’t dislike won... Our Dingyuan Marquis Mansion counts on to carry on the family line; liking n doesn’t stop from finding a Heir Consort in the future."
Gu Lan sighed inwardly; this scoundrel, she’ll be the first to be a jerk.
Rong Heng looked at her, his temple twitched, his face suddenly darkened.
Actually, he knew that Gu Lan was most fond of speaking carelessly, she was kind to won because of her pure and harmless nature, just being a bit playful.
But hearing her say that, he was still angry.
"Gu Lan, don’t lie to . I know you’re ill; even if you were with a woman, you can’t carry on the family line for your Marquis Mansion. That sort of thing, leave it to Gu Changting."
"But... don’t I have you, Brother Hang, the Ghost Doctor—" Gu Lan mumbled softly.
Not only was she a scoundrel but also a kidney-deficient scoundrel, Gu Lan felt that her lifeti’s reputation, since it had been ruined at Rong Heng’s hands, might as well be completely destroyed.
Rong Heng pressed his lips together and let out a cold laugh.
He rarely smiled, and whenever he did, it was especially unsettling, his eyes resembling stars in a cold night, emitting a sharp light.
"You still want to treat your illness? You’re dreaming." Rong Heng said word by word.
"Ah, am I dreaming?" Gu Lan patted her face, pretending to act dumb, "That’s good then."
"Gu Lan!" Rong Heng shouted harshly.
His hand tightened on Gu Lan’s shoulder, his gaze as cold as frozen ice that no warm sunlight could thaw.
"Rong Heng, let’s talk calmly." Gu Lan steadied herself, slowing her tone.
"Brother Hang, I know you had a hard ti growing up. After Nian Xia left, you were the only one left in the palace, with that Dog Emperor pressuring you. It’s already inspiring that you didn’t turn twisted. Actually, because of that, you assud my little kindness as love.
You said yourself that your disdain for won was an act, that Nian Xia, Xia He, and your mother protected you. How would you like n? You should be finding a sister-in-law... We’re brothers; can’t we just be brothers?"
The faint glow in Rong Heng’s eyes faded away.
The lamp in his hand, which burned all night, finally went out.
The young man opened his mouth, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness:
"No.
Gu Lan, you were the one who ca to bother first."
She was the one who ca to bother him.
Rong Heng clenched his hand holding the lamp into a fist, while the other hand supported against the tree trunk, eyes turning red.
"I..." Gu Lan lowered her head, her heart in a chaotic ss.
"The ones who protected growing up were indeed won. I am very grateful to them." Rong Heng said, his eyes dark and calm, "But the one I like is you, you will never have a sister-in-law."
His voice took on a slight choke.
"So what if you’re a man? I just like you; this isn’t gratitude or misunderstanding. It’s wanting to be with you for a lifeti."
Rong Heng’s words were like small stones, creating ripples in her heart, so many stones that the heart could never calm down again.
Gu Lan looked into his deep black eyes, her heart constricted and sour.
She knew Rong Heng was a very stubborn and proud person.
Even though he always appeared calm and composed, often being pushed to his limits, like a mature and steady person, his maturity was gained through past experiences. At such a young age, he had to bear so many burdenso things.
Despite everything, it never changed his sincere and passionate heart.
Once he decided on sothing, he would never change.
She shouldn’t deceive him.
"Rong Heng, actually I am..."
Gu Lan gritted her teeth, deciding to reveal her identity to Rong Heng.
At the very least, not let him continue being deceived by her—
"I..." She struggled to find the words in her mind, feeling the weight of her belt, finding it truly hard to speak.
Rong Heng watched her hesitant expression, his once dim eyes gradually regaining brightness.
His voice softened:
"Lanlan, I shouldn’t have pushed you just now. You ca to bother first, but it’s who can’t let go of you. I know you like a little bit, and a little is enough because it will grow in the future. If you insist on being on top... wait until you grow up, and I’ll treat your illness."
Gu Lan: "..."
Was this what she was struggling with?
Yes,
That’s exactly what she was struggling with!
"Rong Heng, do you think I’m not capable?"
The Young Master Gu instantly turned into a lit firecracker, exploding.
"No, I an—"
"I think you think I’m not capable," Gu Lan burst out, grabbing Rong Heng’s collar like an angry little lion, her eyes wide, "Rong Heng, I am the fiercest man in the Capital City!"
Rong Heng looked at her steadily, allowing her to grab him, his breathing paused for half a beat, saying:
"So, you agree?"
"Agree to what—"
The lamp in Rong Heng’s hand fell to the ground with a "pop".
He leaned down, one hand around Gu Lan’s waist, his familiar breath approaching, gently pecking the corner of her lips.
Gu Lan stared at him, licking her lips, feeling like she hadn’t even tasted anything before he was done kissing.
Rong Heng’s eyebrows and eyes were uplifted, reflecting the brilliant morning light, his smile so bright, with a gleam of gold in his dark eyes.
"Everything is fine."
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