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Xu Feng and his long-legged hubby…soon to be long-legged hubby… soon to be long-legged fake hubby, stood in the same position for a few more moments.
Even though he was the protagonist of this dance, Xu Feng felt ridiculous. But at the same time, Xuan Yang really did smell good. The scent was a bit intoxicating and Xu Feng's face began to redden once again.
For a different reason this time. Or maybe it was the same reason? Or just a similar reason.
Xu Feng was confused for no reason at all. In just a few heart beats he was almost completely limp in Xuan Yang's arms as he tried to take control of his body once again. This was embarrassing.
As if by enchantment, Xu Feng couldn't help but murmur once again, "Smells really good," in a deep and low voice.
The other man echoed once again with "Mmm," waking Xu Feng up a bit from the spell they both seemed to be under.
But he didn't fail to notice that the temperamental young master of the Xuan family, who only liked to be standoffish in private, was under the same spell as him.
This young master really was a pervert, like Si said in the beginning. He had a whole entire partner, yet here he was, admitting that a random ger smelt good.
As soon as Si crossed Xu Feng's mind, the spell really was broken this time.
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"Ah fuck," Xu Feng pushed Xuan Yang away gently, despite his harsh words.
He was making this cursing thing a habit. As a good little ger upholding the Xuan family's reputation, he needed to keep his mouth under better control.
The taller man looked at the ger with raised eyebrows, the two decided silently to leave things as they were. Only focusing on straightening their clothes.
Was denial (the Nile) a river somewhere in Donghua?
Xu Feng took this chance to look at the wide-eyed Si. It seemed like she was shocked silly, but her gossiping heart was enjoying itself too much. She couldn't help but smile silly with her eyes like saucers.
Xu Feng was sure if she stood there long enough, she would probably start drooling. Was this the ancient version of a rotten girl? Or was it just a gossiper in the making?
As Xu Feng looked at his silly servant, the man beside him walked back to the stallion in long strides. The ger watched the long arms and legs as he hoisted himself back onto the well-trained horse.
"Such eye candy." Xu Feng couldn't help himself, 'Why did he have to have a lover? I could have ignored his bad personality otherwise and focused on only the good qualities. But I can't be a homewrecker. Especially since the home has two eye candies.'
"But I am a fake homewrecker…"
"Heh," Xuan Yang couldn't keep up his chuckle in or his standard ascetic monk face on.
Lady Xuan had really found him a lunatic to be his bride. All for the sake of a legitimate child, and to save face, she found him this ger. He clearly had something wrong with him. He was always acting oddly.
Now he was muttering about candied eyes? What is that even? Can eyes be candied and eaten? Why would he blurt that out?
Then he admitted to being a homewrecker. They already had an understanding about their marriage, it was only for an heir, and there were no feelings involved. Yet, this ger always seemed to be living in a fantasy all on his own.
Whose home could he be a homewrecker in?
Xuan Yang, in all his complaints, seemed to accidentally or on purpose glide over the moment the two just shared and the racing of his heart that had only just calmed back down.
Reaching out his hand to the tall ger, Xuan Yang's smile was blinding.
As soon as their hands met, Xu Feng was hoisted up onto the horse like he was a feather. And he was not by any means. He was a tall man himself who had been working on gaining some weight over the last few weeks.
Despite all this, Xuan Yang, the scholar, with a surprisingly firm and fit body, was able to carry his weight atop the horse easily.
The weightless feeling made Xu Feng's stomach flutter, but he still had his wits about him as the Xuan young master began to direct the stallion out of the courtyard.
"Wait," Xu Feng called as he clung to Xuan Yang's back.
The motion nearly threw him off the back of the horse, but he persisted, "Let's take Si with us."
"What?"
"We need to take Si with us. Not the whole way, only till the stable."
Xuan Yang looked back at the tall, no, the crazy ger. Then he looked at the little girl, still staring with wide eyes and a silly grin on her face.
"Is she unwell in the head too?"
It was a slap to the face but Xu Feng was more concerned with feeling the muscles under his hands and, of course, poor Si. He didn't want her to be left behind.
He was being taken to his "new" marital home, and although he didn't have a dowry or even a family to give him away or come back to, he was going to take these three young servants with him. The onlookers would have to acknowledge them as part of his people this way.
Even when Steward Wu and the other servants were "returned" to the Xuan family, he didn't want them to be taken away by any means.
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As Si was let down into Erlang's arms with Xuan Yang's help, the puzzle pieces seemed to be coming together for a certain young master.
The two on the stallion watched as Si settled into the Ox cart with San, Erlang, and all their meager belongings. There were a total of four small bundles, this was all the three servants had to their name.
There were the other servants of Nanshan Mountain watching, but even with Steward Wu present, no one would dare interfere with the young master in sight.
They needed to leave before the rest of the Xuan family arrived at the mansion and make a grand entrance. Xuan Yang had already been here for too long with the hooligan ger.
He left a single sentence as the stallion set out with the Ox cart following behind, "I'll have my mother sign their contracts over to you before the end of the day."