"Then... with An Bingfeng’s status and power, if the issue cannot be thoroughly resolved, even if I return to Taohua Village, I would still be in the palm of his hand." An Ning said.
"Don’t worry, just live the life you want, leave the rest to ." Sikong Wuyou gently comforted her.
"But, you’re just a humble County Magistrate, how can you stand against the current Pri Minister?"
An Ning said this without any other intention; she just wanted to see if Sikong Wuyou would be honest with her.
And Sikong Wuyou did not think much of it, instead, he patted her head and said, "You wouldn’t despise just because I’m rely a County Magistrate, would you?"
"Of course not, I don’t despise you, I... I like you too much to do that."
The latter words were almost mumbled out of her.
In her heart, Sikong Wuyou was like a lofty and unattainable high mountain flower.
But now, this high mountain flower had willingly co into her hands. All she felt was joy; how could there be any trace of disdain?
Though An Ning’s last words were soft, Sikong Wuyou, with his keen senses, heard them clearly.
"I told you not to worry, Ningning, I will protect you. Even if I’m just a County Magistrate, as long as I’m here, I won’t allow anyone to harm you!"
It is said that when won fall in love, their intelligence drops to zero. The unexpected sweet words made her brain feel like mush.
There was no ti to think, or perhaps she didn’t want to think at all.
It wasn’t until, nestled in his arms, leaving the posthouse, all the way to the County Office, that An Ning realized how inappropriate their actions were.
But since they had already left, there was no reason to go back.
"Ningning, it’s late today. You can rest here, and in the morning, I’ll take you ho, how about that?" Sikong Wuyou asked.
Even though he had already made this arrangent, Sikong Wuyou would still respect An Ning’s choice. If she didn’t want to stay, he would take her ho, even if it was late at night.
However, An Ning nodded, "Then... forgive for bothering you."
At this hour, the city gates were already closed, and going out would indeed be inconvenient.
Moreover, she wasn’t solely a person of ancient tis, and she wasn’t living with Sikong Wuyou, so there was nothing to mind.
"Between us, there’s no need to be so formal."
So words, no matter how naturally spoken, sounded incredibly enticing to the other party.
An Ning looked around, examining the furnishings in the room, and asked, "This isn’t your room, is it?"
Seeing the neatly placed bedding and the ink and paper still on the desk, it was certain that soone lived here.
And that resident, apart from Sikong Wuyou, An Ning couldn’t think of anyone else.
Sikong Wuyou nodded, "The County Office is simple; tonight you’ll have to make do with my room."
"What about you then?" An Ning blurted out.
Sikong Wuyou: "I’ll go to the study next door."
An Ning nodded, "Oh, then... I won’t stand on ceremony."
Unable to control it, she yawned, feeling a bit embarrassed, quickly covering her face with her hand as a shield.
It was indeed deep in the night, and she was quite tired.
Observing her deanor, Sikong Wuyou said with concern, "It’s getting late, you should rest early. I’m right next door; if there’s anything, just call out, and I’ll hear you."
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