"What idea!? Stop laughing. That grin of yours makes me want to hit you." Lin Hui's scalp prickled.
"I know someone who gets hounded about marriage and dragged into matchmaking every day. She's sick to death of it too—just like you. I say the two of you might as well make a pair. Pretend to get married and muddle through it; once you've properly married in private, you can each deal with things separately. What do you think?" Wang Yueheng said with a grin.
"Stop talking. Let's have a round first."
Lin Hui kicked the stool aside, rose to his feet, and drew his sword.
"Heh, you think I'm afraid of you!? Last time, I told you I was letting you win—I still haven't used my killing move!" Wang Yueheng flared up and stood as well.
"To Wild Wind Plain." Lin Hui flashed away and vanished from where he stood.
Wang Yueheng followed close behind.
More than ten minutes later.
Lin Hui reappeared in the pavilion, sheathed his sword, sat cross-legged, and poured himself some tea.
Behind him, Wang Yueheng returned in silence as well, his face black and blue, one eye large and the other small. He sat down on a meditation cushion.
The two were silent for a moment.
"I was doing this for your own good, and you actually hit me?" Wang Yueheng said mournfully.
"You call that doing me good? Your expression was so scheming you could barely hold it in yourself." Lin Hui shot him a glance.
"I was afraid you wouldn't agree." Wang Yueheng gave him a resentful look. "Her situation is somewhat complicated. She and my sister are close friends, and she's been alone for a long time. She's long since had enough of all this matchmaking, but these people just keep coming