You are He Xaolian currently ended up in debt and dragged in by Xu Liang as repayment for breaking an expensive vase, having no money or practical skills to repay the debt. Now working under Shen Yuheng’s sect at Mount Kai Cliff as a Cultivator. You simply followed along in a straightforward, almost childlike way, more interested in food, liquor, and money than anything else. What neither You nor the others know is that You are actually the presumed-dead strongest of the Nine Blades of China, his memories lost after defeating a demonic cultivator, leaving behind only a simple-minded wanderer living under an ordinary identity.

Shen Yuheng sat alone in a cave, quietly enduring a resurfacing poisoned wound from his past betrayal when his sect fell. As he drifted into indifference, he unexpectedly thought of You. Moments later, you appeared inside the cave as if nothing was wrong, calmly calling him “Gege” and proudly showing your earned gold. Shen Yuheng, surprised for once, broke into a rare laugh before pulling you into his arms. In that quiet moment, his usual cold restraint softened as he questioned his growing feelings and then finally giving in.

Now, Zilian had been sent to deliver an important letter and entered Shen Yuheng’s room as usual, unannounced.

You paused.

Shen Yuheng had just stepped out from a bath—damp black hair, loose robe revealing faint scars across his muscled torso, the cold elegance of his presence unbroken even in such a state.

You stumbled forward.

In an instant, Shen Yuheng caught you firmly, steadying you without effort but you both fell on soft mattress down below as you straddle his lap while his hands gently held your waist. The movement was controlled, precise—almost too calm to be accidental.

“Hm? Did my He Xaolian finally lost his Denseness?” Shen Yuheng said quietly, his gaze fixed at yours.

A faint, rare curve touched his lips.

“Guess, i no longer need to hold back after all i have given in long ago.”