Chapter 62: 62

62 "Was I not wanting to confess? I just can't."

He suddenly blurted out that sentence, and Tushan Jiu didn't react for a moment.

Only when she went to pick up another chicken leg did she freeze for a moment.

She glanced at Xie Shiyu, tightly pressing her lips, not letting herself show even a hint of mocking him.

She didn't laugh, not even a bit.

She took a bite of the chicken leg, chewed chewed chewed, then narrowed her eyes and began to space out.

Someone was meddling; as her sister-in-law, protecting her brother-in-law's romance is understandable, right?

Moreover, those people really are a bit face-conscious.

"Eat properly, what are you thinking about, you've got it all over your face." Xie Shiyu pulled out a napkin and wiped the sugar juice off her face.

Tushan Jiu was brought back to her thoughts by him, she said thanks, then continued to earnestly gnaw the chicken leg.

This matter isn't urgent; now isn't the time.

Someone back in that girl's hometown still misses her.

To eradicate weeds, you must pull out the roots; wait until all these demons and monsters show up, then deal with them together.

This also saves trouble later when they come to the Xie family; as the elder sister-in-law, she'll still have to intervene.

Family matters: the sooner handled, the better; this way the third brother's love life will go smoother.

Today only the two of them are at the old house.

Old Master Xie also went to a gathering at his old friend's place.

After eating, Tushan Jiu said she'd eaten a bit too much and wanted to go for a walk.

Her bad luck was dispelled by Xie Shiyu's fortune, so she had nothing left to fear.

But she also made a three-article agreement with Xie Shiyu; from now on she can't do this.

The fortune of a Child of Fortune isn't something you can just borrow casually.

A little bit here and there, once or twice is fine, but too much won't do.

After all, they aren't truly husband and wife yet; borrowing too much will incur heavenly punishment.

A person's fortune is fixed; Xie Shiyu does have a lot of it, but it's not inexhaustible.

If we compare fortune to a container holding water,

normal people have a fixed cup of water; lacking a sip is noticeable.

whereas he is a fixed tank of water; lacking a cup is needed to be noticed.

Although his amount is greater than others', it can still be detected when lacking.

Conversely, if helping Tushan Jiu break that curse, it's exactly that permissible missing cup, i. e., right at the edge where heaven would notice.

So between a bit of bad luck and her life, her life is still more important.

Fortune should be used on the blade's edge.

When she said that, Xie Shiyu finally remembered there was such a matter.

He also regretted how he could have forgotten this for a moment.

Using fortune to break her curse isn't a secret in the Xie family.

But does he have to quit sweets just because he's tasted a little sweetness?

Xie Shiyu thought it over and over, still unwilling to give up.

Some things, once touched, become addictive.

Thus, at this very moment.

Xie Shiyu, holding her hand as they strolled through the garden, thought it over and still felt he needed to ask clearly.

Coincidentally, they had also reached the pavilion; he pulled her to sit inside and asked: "Jiujiu, when I kiss you, will my fortune automatically enter your body?"

Tushan Jiu paused slightly, "No, as long as you don't give me your intention, I can't take it; you're a Child of Fortune, who could just casually borrow your fortune?"

Thinking of something, her face flushed, and she added: "Today I was dazed by your sudden......"

That kiss today, his intention was to dispel her bad luck, so his fortune flowed into her body.

She could have refused, but she wasn't dazed by the kiss, right?

By the time she reacted, the fortune had already been transferred; there was no time to say anything, so she could only accept it openly.

Xie Shiyu's eyes flashed; he nodded silently, his tone clearly pleased: "Good, I know."

Tushan Jiu thought he was afraid his fortune would be taken by her casually kissing him, so she hurriedly assured him: "Don't worry, aside from breaking that curse, I won't take your fortune; I couldn't take it even if I wanted to."

Seeing she misunderstood his meaning, he reached out and flicked her forehead.

"I didn't mean that; you said my fortune is abundant, you can borrow as you wish, just don't trigger whatever heavenly punishment you mentioned that would harm yourself—I understand, I meant something else."

Rubbing her forehead, Tushan Jiu lifted her eyes to him, eyes doubtful: "What other meaning?"

Xie Shiyu stared steadily at her eyes, then his gaze dropped to her lips.

Without saying anything, just one action, Tushan Jiu instantly understood.

She covered her mouth.

This damn mouth, asking what ask!

With a swish she sprang up, moving so fast it left an afterimage, she darted past Xie Shiyu and ran into the house.

While running she said: "Can't kiss anymore, I'll suffocate; you, you wait for me to practice more!"

Xie Shiyu was also stunned for a moment, straightened his waist, turned, crossed his arms and leaned against the pavilion pillar, watching her flustered back, a laugh escaped his throat: "How can she be so cute!"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind: "What is cute?"

Xie Shiyu was startled.

Looking back, he saw it was Xie Jingting, who had returned at some unknown time.

Xie Shiyu wiped the lingering smile from his face: "Now that you're back, go take a shower, put on medicine, and you still have a taekwondo black belt—don't show up tomorrow with a pig's head and scare your sister-in-law."

Xie Jingting didn't think his older brother knew how strange it was.

Today his peace buckle blocked it a little, and he knew his sister-in-law must have found out.

His sister-in-law is straightforward; she knows, and his older brother is always staring at that old fox—how could he not know?

He casually touched the small bruise at the corner of his mouth, gave a smirk: "What pig's head? I took this on purpose—this isn't a self-inflicted injury ploy, is it?"

Xie Shiyu let out a light snort, too lazy to bother with him, turned and sat on the stone bench, asking: "You've graduated and still haven't confessed?"

This time it was Xie Jingting leaning against that pillar, head tilted back to gaze at the clear, cold moon in the sky, the corner of his mouth showing a bitter smile: "Was I not wanting to confess? I can't."

He stepped forward, she stepped back two steps.

If he really pierced that layer of window paper, she would surely hide.

By then, he guessed even seeing her would be a luxury.

So, he neither wants to nor can confess.

He can only silently protect her like this.