As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, turning his profile toward her.
Shen Xin was completely stunned, yet her heart felt as if wound by a clockwork spring, pounding wildly.
She gazed at his profile so close to her—the high bridge of his nose, pale thin lips, sharp jawline, and smooth, fair skin.
This man was truly a masterpiece sculpted by the goddess Nüwa to showcase her skills.
Moreover, upon closer inspection, she was surprised to discover an extremely faint tear mole at the corner of his eye.
Shen Xin gently bit her lip, instinctively clutching the skirt of her dress. “Is… this also proof?”
Otherwise, she really couldn’t understand what he was trying to do.
This world was truly quite liberal—even the pure and innocent weren’t exempt from vulgarity, demanding kisses right from the start.
Qin Weiji’s gaze rested on the slowly rotating Ferris wheel to the side. He frowned slightly and responded with an impatient “Hmm.”
Shen Xin uttered an “Oh,” then asked, “So… just the cheek?”
Qin Weiji’s brow twitched slightly. “Hmm?”
Perhaps because of that tear mole, the slight lift at the corner of his eye carried a somewhat alluring charm.
Shen Xin’s ears suddenly turned red. She hurriedly explained, “No, I mean, will just kissing the cheek be enough as proof?”
After saying this, her face flushed red as well. Damn, it seemed the more she explained, the worse it sounded.
Sure enough, Qin Weiji turned his head back slightly. Amber eyes shimmering with leisurely amusement, he lowered his voice, “Then, where would you like to kiss?”
He leaned in slightly. Though close to her, he still maintained a condescending posture, his tall figure almost completely engulfing her. With every breath, she was filled with the scent of grass and trees from him.
Shen Xin’s gaze uncontrollably fell upon his pale, thin lips. As they parted slightly with his speech, she even subconsciously swallowed. “If it’s the mouth…”
Qin Weiji suddenly laughed. “Wishful thinking.”
His tone carried a hint of mockery, snapping Shen Xin back to reality.
Feeling awkward, she swiftly averted her gaze and spoke rapidly, “Of course that’s impossible. I would absolutely never kiss you there.”
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but lift her hand to pinch her burning earlobe, pouting slightly. “What I meant was, if I kiss your cheek as proof, will you believe me then?”
Qin Weiji’s eyes flickered. Her voice was soft and pleasant, and when she spoke faster, it resembled a kitten anxiously mewing by one’s ear—not particularly annoying.
He stopped teasing her, turned his head aside again, and lazily responded with a “Hmm.”
Seeing that he was no longer looking at her, Shen Xin relaxed slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she thought: It’s just a kiss on the cheek—why be so awkward about it?
To complete the mission and return home, she’d just treat it as kissing her daddy!
With this thought, Shen Xin hesitated no longer. Closing her eyes, she lightly lifted her chin and pressed her red lips directly against his cheek.
The moment they touched, Shen Xin’s eyelashes fluttered, her mind went blank, and her heart nearly leaped out of her throat.
His skin was so nice—pressing her lips against it made her even more aware of its fine, soft texture, though it was slightly cool…
In that instant, Shen Xin felt as if even her breath had grown hot. Afraid he might notice, she suppressed it, too flustered to even dare to breathe.
It seemed… different from kissing her daddy?
She tried to shift her focus away from the sensation on her lips, using random thoughts to control her wandering mind.
For instance, did he have a tear mole because he cried often? What would a Divine Lord look like when crying?
And why had his hair turned black again?
Was he some kind of magical girl who changed colors only during battles?
Lost in her chaotic thoughts, time seemed to stand still until his lazy tone snapped her back to reality. He drawled slowly, “Shen Yaoyao, though I’m well aware of my striking appearance—and you’ve likely never kissed a man as handsome as I, given the company of flirtatious foxes and toads you keep—I believe I’ve indulged your kissing long enough.”
Shen Xin was stunned by his words. “?”
What on earth was he talking about?
Seeing her still unresponsive, Qin Weiji fell silent for a moment before asking gloomily, “Shen Yaoyao, how much longer do you intend to keep kissing me?”
Shen Xin’s eyes flew open, her cheeks burning as if on fire. She jerked her head back, tightly covering her mouth, and muttered softly, “I wasn’t! You’re the one who never said to stop.”
How was she supposed to know how long he wanted her to prove it?
She definitely hadn’t been wanting to kiss him!
Qin Weiji ignored her because the voice in his mind had resounded again: [Ding~ Congratulations, Divine Lord. The corruption value has successfully been reset to zero.]
Qin Weiji’s brow twitched slightly. So it was cleared just like that?
He raised his hand slightly, condensing sword intent in his palm. Indeed, the crimson threads that had been woven through the silver sword intent had now completely vanished.
His brow furrowed slightly as he sensed that certain things seemed to be slipping beyond his control.
The system chirped cheekily, [Didn’t the Divine Lord say he wouldn’t kiss the Divine Maiden? Hehe?]
Qin Weiji sneered coldly. “Having this deity kiss her is naturally impossible. I merely reluctantly allowed her to take advantage and kiss me, so she could understand just how poor her taste truly is.”
The system: […Hehe.]
You’re the boss. Whatever you say.
Qin Weiji paid it no mind, merely narrowing his eyes and clenching his fist before turning back to look at Shen Xin.
She was bowing her head with her hand over her mouth, her jade-like little ears red as dripping blood, looking utterly embarrassed.
Despite her fickle nature and countless men around her, she actually blushed from just kissing his cheek?
Hah.
After watching her for a few moments, he straightened up, his voice returning to its cold tone. “Is this how you usually act when deceiving and toying with those men?”
Shen Xin looked up blankly. “What?”
Seeing her still playing dumb, Qin Weiji scoffed. “Qiyuan is one thing—he was always a fool. But that fox cub from the Demon Clan… though fox spirits excel in seduction, you actually managed to bewitch him instead. That does show some skill.”
Shen Xin’s eyes widened. “I didn’t…”
Qin Weiji flicked his wide sleeve, placing one hand behind his back. “This deity doesn’t care whether you did or not, and you needn’t explain yourself to me. Once I return from the East Sea, I shall grant your request for divorce.”
As he turned to leave, he suddenly paused and glanced sideways at Shen Xin with an icy stare. “I know your fickle nature can’t endure loneliness, so after the divorce you may do as you please. But until I formally divorce you, you remain my wife. So if you dare cuckold me…”
Before he could finish, a sharp “smack” cut him off.
The sound also silenced Shen Xin’s sea of consciousness, the piano music halting abruptly.
Qin Weiji stared expressionlessly at Shen Xin, who slowly withdrew the hand she’d used to slap him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips bitten, her eyelashes trembling as if both fearful and recklessly satisfied. She gritted out, “How could you say such things about me?”
She tightened the hand that had just struck him, her expression filled with melancholy and grievance. “Besides you, I have never been intimate with any other man. Why won’t you believe me? Qin Weiji, what will it take for you to believe that I don’t want to separate from you, that I truly love you?”
Qin Weiji slowly raised his hand and gently touched his cheek—the very spot she had just kissed, and then, the same spot she had fiercely slapped.
He should have been furious, especially as the clamorous voice in his mind began to cackle: [Blackening rate increasing: 0.1, 1, 2, 5…]
Yet Qin Weiji slowly curved his lips into a smile.
Shen Xin’s heart trembled faintly, her intuition telling her that this smile of his was far from normal—it carried a sinister air, as though he had blackened and undergone Demonization.
Although she had struck him with the intention of accelerating his blackening, seeing him like this still filled her with an inexplicable panic.
Just as she thought to step back, he suddenly raised his hand and tightened his grip around her slender, soft waist, pulling her firmly against him without hesitation. In an instant, her soft body was pressed flush against his.
Shen Xin froze completely, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, like a foolish little rabbit startled stiff.
Qin Weiji lowered his head, his pale, thin lips drawing close to hers, his breath brushing softly against the corner of her mouth as he whispered, “Shen Yaoyao, playing with such high stakes—are you sure you can handle it?”
Shen Xin didn’t dare to speak at all. The distance between them was far too close; she felt that if she opened her mouth now, her lips would touch his.
He raised his hand, his cool fingertips pressing against her soft lips, satisfied to feel her slight trembling.
He let out a lazy, soft chuckle. “Want me to believe you?”
Shen Xin’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and he pressed further, his fingertips gently rubbing her lips twice as he lowered his voice. “Then keep kissing me. As long as you kiss me until I’m satisfied, I’ll believe you. How about that?”