From the moment the necklace was removed, the young person before him began to change.
The once sharp and masculine features softened, the starlit eyes that had gained a sharp edge due to masculine makeup gradually mellowed, highlighting the seductive and ethereal charm between the brows and eyes.
The straight nose under the crimson lips became more striking, and the slightly parted red lips carried a hint of temptation.
Most notably, the body’s changes before him became distinct. Although not towering, a characteristic that had been indistinguishable now stood out, particularly accentuated by the red garment, adding an extra allure.
The young person, who had always presented in male attire, revealed her true identity before him. Qin Zhan felt a mix of excitement and restlessness.
This was his Jiu. From the beginning, he could only perceive the girl’s true identity through spiritual power. Now, she stood vividly before him. The surprise and heart-stirring emotion in Qin Zhan’s heart, he believed, was even greater than what Feng Zhihuai felt when discovering Chu Wu was a girl.
The girl’s long and dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, the tear mole beneath her eye looking particularly bewitching. But when he sensed the girl’s trembling, Qin Zhan froze.
[Emperor! Don’t be afraid! He is Qin Zhan! Not anyone else! Those things are in the past!]
Qin Zhan heard the voice, but he didn’t concern himself with its source or why it seemed connected to Bi Xia. He only knew his Jiu was scared.
Suddenly, he recalled the information he had found. He remembered everything Bi Xia had gone through since childhood, disguised as a boy, and everything before he met her.
Qin Zhan held Bi Xia tightly, comforting her in hushed tones, "Jiu, my girl, everything is past, everything is past..."
He had been too hasty...
His phoenix eyes grew cold. Thinking of the Bi Family, who made Bi Xia this way, Qin Zhan couldn’t stop his rising fury.
Bi Xia paused slightly, coming back from her daze. She quietly leaned into Qin Zhan’s arms, her starry eyes staring at the ceiling in a trance. It seemed she was troubled again...
But...
Gently returning the young man’s embrace, Bi Xia chuckled softly. How nice...
"Jiu?"
"Mm..." Bi Xia responded in a low voice and then suddenly asked, "Why did you suddenly call me Jiu?"
Qin Zhan didn’t expect Bi Xia would ask this and coughed lightly, "Isn’t it just that more people call you Little Nine, but only I call you Jiu..."
To put it plainly, it was possessiveness at work...
Listening to Qin Zhan’s words with a light laugh, Bi Xia slowly said, "Mm, indeed..."
"Because my mom is named Xia Shi, so people usually call her Xiao Xia. But I, being named Bi Xia, too many called me Xiao Xia, so gradually, I made them call me Little Nine. To be honest, I prefer being called Little Nine."
Qin Zhan pinched Bi Xia’s nose with a smile, "So many people call you Little Nine because you instigated it!"
Bi Xia giggled, "But only you call me Jiu!"
"Of course." Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow.
"BUT!" Bi Xia’s tone changed, "There are thousands who call you Fourth Brother! What do I do! I am uncomfortable with that!"
Qin Zhan: "...What should I do?"
Bi Xia frowned, "What should you do? Of course, it’s your problem to solve!"
Qin Zhan gently stroked Bi Xia’s ink-black hair, pondering. Suddenly, a smirk tugged at his lips, and in a low, husky voice, he whispered by Bi Xia’s ear, "Then, calling me hubby...how about it?"
"Hubby?!" Bi Xia’s starry eyes widened, staring at Qin Zhan.
Qin Zhan flashed a brilliant smile, "Good girl, wifey."
Bi Xia: ... Out-conned! Damn it!