A Week-Long "Honeymoon"

At dawn, a ray of morning light pierced through the carved window and fell on a corner of the large bed.

The inner room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, mixed with the warmth of the two people's bodies. The brocade quilt was pulled low, revealing a section of Fu Xuan's arm and a few faint red marks on his shoulder.

When Jingxing opened his eyes, Fu Xuan had actually been awake for a while.

She lay on her side, her long pink hair disheveled behind her, curled up in the blanket. The Dharma Eye on her forehead gleamed with satisfaction. Fu Xuan stared at a patch of empty space in front of him, gesturing something in the air with his fingers.

Hearing Jingxing turn over, she quickly pulled her hand back under the covers, her face turning red visibly.

"Awake?" She slightly raised her chin, trying to project the authority of Diviner. But when she spoke, her voice was excessively hoarse, "I... I was just about to wake you. Look at the time! The Divination Commission's office is piled high with official business, and you're sleeping so soundly."

Jingxing laughed, reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Fu Xuan back into his embrace. "Then why don't you just ask for the day off? Everyone should understand, right?"

"Ah...! What are you doing! Let go of me!" Fu Xuan crashed into his arms, with no barrier between them. She subconsciously struggled a couple of times, but the subsequent soreness immediately made Fu Xuan gasp and frown.

"... You bastard, how many times did you do it last night?" She buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled. "I think you were just waiting to see me beg for mercy."

Jingxing kissed her slightly damp temples, then placed his palm on her aching lower back and gently massaged it.

With just the right amount of force, Fu Xuan let out a soft whimper like a cat, her tense body gradually softening as she snuggled into his arms.

After a long while, she muttered softly, "I actually just did another divination."

"Oh? What did Xuan'er test?" Jingxing asked curiously.

Fu Xuan slightly opened his eyes, poked his chest with his index finger, and involuntarily curved his lips into a smile, "The divination indicates that it is not advisable to get up early today. Therefore, I have already informed everyone on the Jade Abacus that I will go to the Divination Commission again this afternoon."

After saying that, she shrank her neck, buried her face in his chest, and refused to come out again.

Jingxing didn't do as she wished. He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and blew a breath. "Since the Lord Diviner has unusually given himself half a day off, shall we continue?"

The hand around her waist slid upwards, its fingertips tracing a path down her spine.

"Ugh... stop it... it itches..."

Fu Xuan twitched in the blankets like a startled fish, then angrily poked her head out from his embrace, glaring at him. "How can you be so Temperance? My body isn't made of iron!"

Jingxing chuckled softly, kissed her puffed-up cheeks, and placed his palms on her aching lower back and tailbone, his fingertips carrying a hint of Imaginary Energy as he slowly massaged her.

Fu Xuan's tense body relaxed quickly, and her brows unfurrowed. Like a cat whose fur had been stroked, she let out a soft, sticky whimper.

"Hmm... move a little to the left... yes, right there..." she instructed with her eyes closed, her voice as soft as honey.

Once her breathing had calmed down, Jingxing supported her waist and lifted her up to sit up. "Alright, Lord Diviner, it's time to get up."

Fu Xuan lazily opened his eyes, gave him a resentful look, and then slowly wrapped himself in the blanket to cover his body.

Her legs were still weak when she got out of bed.

Jingxing stepped off the bed first, half-squatting down to hold those feet in his palms. The toes that had hooked around his waist last night were now slightly curled.

He helped her put on soft silk stockings, and then picked up the clothes scattered on the ground one by one, smoothing out the wrinkles.

"I can do it myself..." She snatched the clothes from her body and turned her back to put them on with a rustling sound.

After Jingxing draped the elaborate outer robe of the Divination Commission high-ranking official) over Fu Xuan's shoulders, he immediately went behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the sash around her waist.

Fu Xuan slightly raised her chin, letting his fingers move back and forth between her waist and abdomen. "Your technique is quite skillful."

"A little observation will tell you what to do." Jingxing stole a kiss on the back of her exposed neck.

Doing one's hair and makeup takes the most time. Fu Xuan sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her tangled pink hair in the mirror, and sighed, "Never mind, I'll take a bath later and then do it."

After bathing, Fu Xuan resolutely refused to continue being taken care of by Jingxing and quickly tidied himself up in front of the mirror.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, now looking presentable again, turned around, looked up at her lover, reached out to straighten his collar, and finally gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Alright. I need to deal with that mountain of paperwork now."

Fu Xuan spoke of official business, but his eyes were filled with thoughts of him. "But I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

"Okay, don't worry." Jingxing saw her to the door. As for his plans for today, he wouldn't tell Fu Xuan yet.

After watching Fu Xuan's figure disappear from sight, Jingxing went back to his room and lay down for a while. Then he got up, picked up his sketchbook, and prepared to go out for a stroll.

The week in Luofu went by quickly.

During the day, Fu Xuan would go to the Divination Commission to make up for the work he had missed that year, and when he returned in the evening, his clothes always smelled of ink. Meanwhile, Jingxing would set up his easel in the courtyard and paint all sorts of everyday scenes.

He first drew Fu Xuan's courtyard, as well as a cat that might appear in the vicinity, belonging to someone else. Strangely enough, Jingxing felt that if he were to sculpt animals for Fu Xuan, cats would be very suitable.

Next, Jingxing followed the food advertisements on Jade Abacus to Exalting Sanctum to try the recently popular "internet celebrity food," but to be honest, the taste was just average. However, Jingxing queued from afternoon until evening just to eat one bowl.

Fortunately, there was a storyteller next to the stall, whose local tales were quite interesting to Jingxing. However, when it came to fighting, the most they talked about was splitting mountains and rocks—even when the general in the story was giving it his all.

"But that's probably the style of stories on the Xianzhou side," Jingxing thought.

In the following days, Jingxing spent his days going out to have fun and his evenings keeping Fu Xuan company.

On the sixth day, Jingxing finally spoke up and said he was going to Pier Point.

Fu Xuan was somewhat surprised.

"That's a debt they owe over seven hundred Amber Era," she said. "I thought you were joking before, but I didn't expect you to actually be planning to collect it."

"But don't push yourself too hard. It doesn't matter if the company doesn't honor the agreement; my salary is more than enough to support both of us," Fu Xuan leaned closer and earnestly advised.

"Well, that's not my main concern," Jingxing shrugged. "I mainly want to see if our P47 benefits are still in effect."

"I don't care about mine." Fu Xuan shook his head repeatedly. "Back when the Swarm Disaster was happening, the Xianzhou hadn't even set sail yet, so it was fine for me to work part-time. But now that we're back, I can't take on that job anymore."

"Alright," Jingxing patted Fu Xuan on the shoulder casually, "Anyway, if things don't go as we wish, I can always come back to you."