I'm not a casual person

Xu Wei hurriedly instructed those around him, "Dispatch all the skilled swimmers to search for Mr. Lin in the lake. Conduct a thorough search along both sides of the lake embankment. Whether alive or dead—"

Seeing that Miss was not in the right mood, Xu Wei hastily stopped the rest of his words and said, "We must find him, no matter what."

Miss sighed deeply, gazing at the broken half of the red thread, her expression profound, and no one knew what she was thinking.

As Lin Wanrong fell into the water, he immediately sensed that something was amiss. Qin Xian'er, this girl, clung to him like a mermaid, making it difficult for him to move.

He quickly opened his eyes only to see Qin Xian'er with closed eyes, a hint of shyness still on her face, her arms tightly wrapped around him.

Goodness, is this girl perhaps a novice swimmer? Carrying such a heavy person on her back, she might end up in trouble. In the midst of his dilemma, he suddenly remembered that Qin Xian'er and her group had been lurking underwater for a long time, and not having underwater skills would be impossible.

With this realization, he felt much reassured. His own underwater skills were beyond question. He gently patted Qin Xian'er's shoulder, who seemed to have realized this as well. She quickly left his embrace, blushing shyly, then turned around, her figure unfolding, swimming forward like an agile mermaid.

Unexpectedly, this girl had indeed practiced underwater skills. This was quite rare. Lin Wanrong couldn't help but wonder what she would look like in swimwear. He smirked at the thought. Qin Xian'er gestured to him as she looked back, urging him to catch up. It seemed she was quite familiar with the water currents of West Lake.

Raindrops fell gently on the lake's surface, resembling the delicate touch of a young girl's hand brushing across her cheeks, extraordinarily gentle.

After swimming underwater for an unknown distance, Qin Xian'er suddenly gestured. Her feet touched the sandy bottom; they were about to surface.

Once above water, Lin Wanrong took a long breath. Swimming this far, with only a few opportunities to surface for air, was quite exhausting.

By the mountain shore, there was a dense forest. Lin Wanrong wondered, "Xian'er, is this where your White Lotus Cult gathers?" It's crucial to clarify this. We can't just blindly enter the bandits' lair. Otherwise, it would truly be seeking trouble.

Xian'er turned and smiled, "Rest assured, sir. Only Xian'er knows this path. Why would Xian'er harm you? I see that sir is exceptionally skilled in the water, much better than me. I wonder where sir trained?"

Lin Wanrong chuckled, "I used to have a nickname, 'Contemplative on Land, Little White Dragon in the River.' It's not just empty talk."

Qin Xian'er covered her mouth and giggled, "Sir speaks in such a casual manner, one can't tell which is true and which is false."

Seeing her smiling like a blooming flower, Lin Wanrong vaguely recalled the first time he saw this courtesan. She recited poetry and played music, a feast for the eyes. Today, she appeared so gentle and charming. The most unpredictable and changeable thing in the world is a woman.

Qin Xian'er's veil had long been discarded in the water. She smiled and took off her wet outer robe, revealing a beautifully curved body. Even though clothed, the contours were highlighted, irresistibly provocative. This girl, in the lively atmosphere of Miàojade Pavilion, was pure and shy. Returning to the White Lotus Cult, she turned bold and daring. It seemed she was born to be a charming enchantress.

Lin Wanrong swallowed hard. Damn, am I supposed to be a gentleman? How can I resist such temptation?

Sensing his heated gaze, Qin Xian'er's heart suddenly raced. Blushing, she exclaimed, "Sir, what are you—"

Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Xian'er, are you cold?"

Wearing wet clothes, Lin Wanrong had entered the water directly. The clinging fabric was uncomfortable. Even a master couldn't endure such torment. Lin Wanrong felt a bitter taste in his heart.

"I'm not cold," Qin Xian'er said, lowering her head.

"You're not cold, but I am a bit cold," Lin Wanrong smiled.

Qin Xian'er was startled, suddenly realizing that she was wearing a wet outer robe, while he was drenched all over. Anxious, she said, "Sir, let's find a place to change into dry clothes quickly."

Lin Wanrong smiled, "No need to worry. This small issue won't trouble me. As long as you agree to a small condition, a very simple one, I won't feel cold anymore."

"What condition?" Xian'er asked eagerly.

Lin Wanrong revealed his wolfish nature, "Xian'er, give me a hug, and I won't feel cold anymore."

Qin Xian'er whimpered softly, her head hanging down, a rosy hue spreading across her face. She thought to herself: This gentleman spoke a few words and turned naughty again.

Although she was extremely generous in Miàojade Pavilion, it was a necessity to protect her identity. Returning to the White Lotus Cult, she became a free-spirited enchantress, and her nature reverted to being shy and affectionate. Lin Wanrong found this intriguing.

"Sir, Xian'er is not an ordinary woman," Qin Xian'er blushed, becoming a bit reserved. During their life-and-death struggle in the water, their camaraderie was evident. Now that they were safe, she felt a bit more reserved.

"Of course, I am not an ordinary person either," Lin Wanrong smirked. He took her small hand, whispered in her ear, "I get unruly sometimes."

Qin Xian'er whimpered, unable to withstand his teasing. Her ears turned red, heart pounding, and she couldn't free her hand from his grasp. Seeing him smiling at her, she became even more flustered, lacking any trace of a master's demeanor.

It was winter by now, and Lin Wanrong was soaked. A gentle breeze blew, making him shiver involuntarily.

Qin Xian'er was surprised, realizing that though he was flirtatious with his words, he hadn't made any inappropriate moves. She felt grateful and moved. She gently held onto his arm, leaning half of her delicate body into his embrace, even ignoring his thoroughly wet clothes. She sobbed softly, "Sir, you risked your life to save me. Xian'er is endlessly grateful."

Perspiration, unnecessary for me to sacrifice my life to save you. It seems this little girl deliberately tested me. It's somewhat embarrassing to be tempted by such merit. He hastily lightly patted her shoulder, saying, "It wasn't me who saved you. Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you several times for saving me?"

Qin Xian'er gently rubbed her head against his chest and responded with a soft sound, "Just now, seeing sir so intimate with Miss Xiao, Xian'er had resigned herself to death. Who would have thought sir would sacrifice life and death for Xian'er? Sir has treated me so generously, even if I were to die, I would repay sir's kindness."

Lin Wanrong shivered. Me and Miss, in an affectionate manner? How did this come about? Next time, if you see me sharing a carriage with her again, will you immediately accuse me of having a secret rendezvous with her? This girl is fond of groundless jealousy. She even likes to attack people for no reason. This is truly intolerable.

With a beauty in his arms, Lin Wanrong felt confident. He reflected on the past when Qin Xian'er, as a famous courtesan, captivated everyone. Now, with the gentle beauty in his arms, it seemed like two completely different people.

Qin Xian'er had an exceptional figure, well-endowed and curvaceous. Her ample bosom pressed tightly against Lin Wanrong's chest. The faint heat emanating from her body teased Lin Wanrong's heart, as if trying to dry his soaked clothes.

Ready to indulge, Lin Wanrong's creed was just that. He gently extended a hand, lightly stroking Xian'er's back. "Xian'er, you've become even more beautiful."

Blushing, Xian'er whispered, "Sir knows how to say sweet words. Now that you have Miss Qiao Qiao and Miss Xiao Qing Xuan, where would you remember this unfortunate person like me? If we hadn't accidentally met today, you might have forgotten who Xian'er is." As she spoke, her expression turned melancholic, on the verge of tears.

Lin Wanrong thought, this girl is not easy to coax. Qin Xian'er's words hit the nail on the head. Lin Wanrong recalled Qiao Qiao, thought of Qing Xuan, thought of Second Miss, but simply couldn't recall Qin Xian'er. Could it be that I am not affectionate enough? Damn, how can I have such a flaw? It seems I need to continue to strive for universal love.

Convincing a girl with words was not something Lin Wanrong needed to think about. He solemnly said, "Xian'er, you're mistaken. Although we are often apart, with our bodies separated by vast distances, our hearts are close. Once a mark is left in the heart, even if we don't meet, we can think of each other every day. Do you think this makes sense?"

Wrapped in his embrace, Qin Xian'er's mind was already in disarray. She couldn't care less about the flaws in his words. She gently said, "Whatever sir says, Xian'er believes."

The more he said, the more difficult it was to deceive. Lin Wanrong simply ignored her and tightly held her in his arms. Xian'er's body trembled slightly, her body was hot, as if unable to withstand the fervor of his embrace.

Lin Wanrong felt even more uncomfortable. His clothes were soaked, his whole body cold, but he held a bundle of fire in his arms. His lower abdomen felt a burning heat, creating a sensation of experiencing both ice and fire.

"Sir—" Xian'er shyly murmured in his arms, her coquettish and gentle demeanor made Lin Wanrong's entire body burn like fire. He extended his arm, tightly embracing her voluptuous and tender body. Xian'er's body trembled lightly, her body warm, as if unable to endure the warmth of his embrace.

Lin Wanrong, however, felt even more uncomfortable. His clothes were completely soaked, every part of his body felt cold, and his embrace held a blazing warmth. His lower abdomen experienced an intense burning sensation, creating a feeling of being caught between ice and fire.

"Sir, you're so wicked," Xian'er complained softly, her lips slightly parted, her whole body trembling violently. Even her breathing lacked strength, and she softly collapsed in his arms.