This put Lin Changheng's mind at ease, and he continued his preparations methodically.
"Brother Lin."
That evening at dusk, the radiant and captivating Cui Jianshui, dressed in a palace-style gown, arrived at his door once more, carrying homemade delicacies and Spirit Wine.
Lin Changheng naturally welcomed her in with a smile.
"Fairy Cui, you're too kind."
Cui Jianshui rolled up her sleeves, revealing wrists as fair as jade. She took the delicacies and Spirit Wine from her basket and arranged them one by one on the stone table, at which point Lin Changheng rose to get cups and dishes.
"Brother Lin, please rest. I'll go."
Lin Changheng had just stood up when he felt a light tug on his sleeve. He paused, slightly startled, and turned to see that Cui Jianshui was holding him back.
She offered a faint smile as she took his arm and pulled him back down into his seat. As she did, the proud swell of her chest inevitably brushed against his arm.
