Di Jinxuan blinked, "I think I’m fine now. Maybe my reaction earlier was just because I had a dream?"
"Huh?" Nangong Jin’s eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "What kind of dream?"
"...A spring...dream." Di Jinxuan bit her lower lip in embarrassnt. She really didn’t want to say it out loud, but seeing how anxious Nangong Jin was, she had no choice but to confess.
"What?!" Nangong Jin almost jumped out of his seat.
Di Jinxuan’s face flushed red, growing even more embarrassed. She found it utterly baffling. Seriously, why would she even have such a dream?
Hearing her response, Nangong Jin nearly collapsed in disbelief on the spot!
Damn it, you city folks really know how to live—this kind of thing is possible too?
Was it because he hadn’t satisfied her, and that caused her to have such a dream?
Or... was this dream so kind of on?
After all, Old Miao had ntioned sothing about that so-called "Yin Curse," claiming it to be terrifyingly potent and malevolent.
Nangong Jin looked at Di Jinxuan with a conflicted expression, as though he wanted to die but couldn’t decide. His torn deanor made Di Jinxuan feel even more awkward.
Honestly, she was really tired, but Nangong Jin was just too... provocative. Maybe it was his overly flirtatious behavior that left her so unsettled—resulting in such a dream.
She really wanted to curse out loud. Like, seriously!
Nangong Jin was in a complete dilemma now, utterly clueless about what to do.
Finally, he stared intently at her and said, "Wife, listen to . There’s sothing I haven’t told you before. Rember how I ntioned Old Miao threatening by saying he wanted to use a curse on you? Well, I didn’t tell you what kind of curse. Actually, he did tell —he nad it the ’He-Yin Curse.’ If soone is affected by it, they’ll constantly feel the urge for that...thing. Honey, I’m starting to worry that they’ve secretly cursed you already."
He had initially assud that Old Miao was just bluffing, deliberately throwing him off with so exaggerated tale. But seeing Di Jinxuan’s current reaction, he couldn’t help but suspect the worst!
He’d rather it be a false alarm—that Di Jinxuan was simply feeling feverish from exhaustion.
But... that explanation felt increasingly like wishful thinking!
Who gets a fever from... doing that sort of thing?
Even with limited knowledge, he at least had so basic common sense. So...
Nangong Jin was absolutely torn.
This ti, it was Di Jinxuan’s turn to widen her eyes in shock, exclaiming, "What? Are you serious? What do we do then?"
"Don’t panic yet." Nangong Jin hurriedly reassured her, trying to analyze the situation rationally. "Based on timing alone, it’s probably unlikely. They haven’t had a chance to get close to you. What worries is that the curse might work through other ans. So, carefully think—do you feel anything unusual right now?"
Di Jinxuan furrowed her brows, earnestly focusing to check herself. But she didn’t sense anything particularly out of the ordinary.
She shook her head, "I don’t think so."
Nangong Jin was at a loss for words, feeling an overwhelming sense of worry.
The situation was driving him crazy with anxiety—an unrelenting fear that his worst concern might actually co true.
If it was true, what was he supposed to do?
That curse sounded undeniably sinister and cruel. How could an innocent girl like Di Jinxuan withstand sothing like that?
Especially since today ...
Her body hadn’t even fully adapted yet from earlier. If she were to also be afflicted by that curse, it would be... truly pitiable!
Nangong Jin’s heart was aching with compassion. He wished he could slap himself across the face. If that were the case, how could Di Jinxuan possibly endure?
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