What Was She Going to Do?

In fact, she had already planned out what would happen next.

There's an old custom associated with this Welcoming Deity Festival.

Each year's "god" has a unique, custom-made outfit that is never the same.

Once the personnel are chosen, Qin Zhaoer insists on personally going to help (supervise) the process.

Which piece of fabric to use, what pattern to embroider, how tight to gather the cuffs, how narrow to cut the waist... every single detail must be carefully inspected, and no carelessness is allowed.

As she pondered, Qin Zhaoer could picture Qin Wangchuan wearing that magnificent divine robe.

With his upright posture, refined features, and seated regally on the high platform, his noble and otherworldly demeanor made him seem like Deity descended from heaven...

Tsk tsk.

The more Qin Zhaoer thought about it, the more she felt it suited her. Her gaze towards the person in front of her gradually became fixed, and a glistening trickle of saliva unconsciously dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Qin Wangchuan noticed that she hadn't moved for a while, so he looked up and saw her drooling.

He couldn't help but chuckle and tease her aloud.

"... drool is dripping down."

"Ah?"

Qin Zhaoer snapped back to her senses, hastily wiped her face, and blushed instantly, filled with embarrassment and anger.

"Who's drooling!"

They've already landed and haven't leaked yet.

Qin Wangchuan chuckled softly, stopped teasing her, and lowered his head again to look at the medical book in his hand.

In his view, this matter would most likely just be dropped.

Who knew?

It's not that easy.

Less than two days later.

There was a knock on the shop door from the outside.

Qin Wangchuan looked up and saw that the person who had come was the old village chief of the town, followed by two managers.

To be honest, the village chief and he were quite familiar with each other.

When Qin Rang passed away years ago, this old man single-handedly arranged the funeral in the town and the donations from all around. Over the years, whenever we meet, we always exchange a few pleasantries.

"Busy, Wangchuan?" The village chief stepped in, his face crinkling into a smile.

"What brings the village chief here?" Qin Wangchuan put down his work, stood up to greet him, and said, "Please have a seat."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the village chief explained the purpose of their visit.

The town held several rounds of discussions regarding the selection of participants for this year's Welcoming Deity Festival.

Many names were submitted, and after much deliberation, everyone's opinion was surprisingly unanimous.

Everyone thinks Qin Wangchuan is the most suitable.

"In terms of looks and demeanor, there's really no one else in this town who's more like it than you," the village chief said, stroking his beard, making no attempt to hide his satisfaction.

"However, there's a rule to this job, and I need to explain it to you first."

He stopped laughing and said seriously.

"From the moment you dress up as a god, you will travel for a day and a night, starting from our Willow Creek Town, passing through two other towns and returning—along this journey, no matter who speaks to you or makes requests, you cannot respond, not even a single word."

"This one is difficult, in a way. Keeping your mouth shut all day long is something most people might not be able to endure."

"So, the reason I'm here today is to ask for your opinion."

"If there are no problems, you're the one selected for this year's cohort."

What do you think?

After a pause, the village chief added with a chuckle.

"What I, as an old man, think is quite positive about you going."

"Leaving aside the reward afterward, just the fact that you've become a 'god' means that from now on, who in these three towns won't know your name, Qin Wangchuan?"

"This reputation and fame are priceless."

Qin Wangchuan did not respond immediately.

My gaze fell on the other side of the courtyard wall.

Suddenly, half a face peeked out from over the wall.

It was Qin Zhaoer.

Her eyes sparkled, brimming with undisguised anticipation, as she stared intently in their direction.

When she saw him looking at her, instead of looking away, she nodded vigorously at him, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Yes, I agree!

Say yes already!

Qin Wangchuan looked at her and smiled silently.

He turned his gaze away and nodded to the village chief.

"Then, I'll have to trouble the village chief."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The village chief's face hadn't even had time to show a look of joy.

Suddenly, Qin Zhaoer flipped over on the other side of the wall, rushed to his side, and grabbed his arm.

Before Qin Wangchuan could react, she tilted her head up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yay--!"

"I knew it, you're the best!"

The series of movements was so fast that it left no room for anyone; their joy was impossible to hide.

Qin Wangchuan was taken aback, raised his hand to touch his cheek where he had been kissed, and was speechless for a moment.

The old village chief, who was standing to the side, was taken aback at first, but then he understood and his wrinkles blossomed into a wide smile.

"Good, good, young people are great."

"Then it's settled. Someone will come to take your measurements and make the clothes in a few days."

"You all go about your business, this old man will take his leave first."

After saying this, he led his men away with a smile, taking his leave one last time, his expression filled with indescribable kindness.

The village chief left, Qin Zhaoer was completely unaware.

She circled around Qin Wangchuan, gesturing about his shoulder width and arm length, chattering away non-stop.

"Just you wait! I've been learning tailoring for a long time, and this time I'll make you a suit myself."

"Make sure it looks beautiful, so that everyone in town will stare!"

The girl became more and more excited as she spoke, looking the person in front of her up and down, her eyes shining like stars, as if the magnificent divine robes were already on his body.

As for the hug and kiss just now, she had long forgotten about it.

Qin Wangchuan, however, felt a sudden softening in his heart as he looked at the beaming face before him.

'It turns out that Eighth Sister secretly learned tailoring.'

I couldn't help but think back to my time in the Immortal Court.

Back then, Qin Zhaoer was a notorious troublemaker, fiercely competitive and never lifting a finger. Everyone who saw her had a headache.

Who could have imagined that one day...

This girl not only knows how to put on an apron and cook, but she also picked up a needle and thread and started learning to sew.

I am becoming stronger and growing.

And the Eighth Sister, too, has quietly grown up as time has passed.

Qin Wangchuan thought for a moment, then gently curved his lips into a smile.

This trip was definitely worthwhile.

They made a ruckus for most of the day.

It wasn't until late at night that Qin Zhaoer finally returned to her room, completely satisfied.

She flopped onto the bed, staring blankly at the canopy above her head.

As if possessed, a hand rose up, and the fingertips gently caressed the lips.

"... I didn't feel anything."

She muttered something to the top of the tent, then, as if realizing something, spat at herself.

"It's not a kiss on the lips, so how can it feel like a kiss?"

That's what she said, but her face betrayed her, gradually burning up.

Her mind kept replaying the image of him stunned in his eyes, the way he touched his cheek after being kissed and remained speechless for a long time.

The more I think about it, the hotter it gets; the more I think about it, the more pathetic I feel.

Qin Zhaoer suddenly let out a series of strange, unintelligible cries, grabbed the blanket and covered her head, curled up into a ball, and rolled around on the bed several times shamelessly.

Tired from rolling around, she peeked half her flushed face out from under the covers, biting her lip, her bright eyes fixed on the top of the tent.

"I wonder what kissing feels like, I'll try it next time..."

As she spoke, her voice trailed off, and in the end, only barely audible murmurs remained on her lips.

Over and over again, they kept repeating the same name.

"Qin Wangchuan..."

"Qin Wangchuan..."

As I kept reading...

A hand unconsciously touched her lips, which still seemed to retain a trace of warmth.

With his other hand, he slowly reached down to his lower body.

Tonight, I can finally get some sleep.