That night, Zheng Ying naturally did not return to the room next door. Instead, they slept beneath the same quilt.
Only after everything had settled did Yang Bencai's reason finally regain the upper hand. Apart from those moments of rapture that had nearly undone him, much of what had happened beforehand had been rather unusual too.
"Miss Zheng, did you push me back onto the bed with just one shove?"
"My benefactor..."
Zheng Ying called to him softly. While she was still hesitating inwardly, Yang Bencai turned onto his side and said,
"You're actually a martial arts master, aren't you? Your martial arts are very good, but the villains hunting you are even better, right? Why not report them to the authorities? Once the court intervenes, even those martial world rogues won't dare run wild!"
Seeing him earnestly analyzing the situation, Zheng Ying could not help smiling.
Her smile left Yang Bencai staring blankly again. His hand could not resist wandering, only for Zheng Ying to catch it.
"My benefactor, your health comes first. Going too far is as bad as falling short."
"Oh."
Yet Zheng Ying slowly brought the hand she held to her chest. Their eyes met, and only then did she speak gently.
"My benefactor, your destined lot is unlike that of ordinary people. In truth, driven to desperation, I searched for a very long time before finally finding you in Eastern Lu to seek your help."
Although Yang Bencai was a scholar, he was actually rather superstitious himself-or at least, he once had been. He had never expected the woman sharing his bed to say such a thing.
"My destined lot? Heh, if I, Yang Bencai, truly had an extraordinary destiny, I wouldn't have ended up like this. My parents are dead, I have no hope