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"When I first arrived, I was confused and scared, but what I longed for most in my past life was familial love. Yan is the person closest to me; perhaps it's because we are connected by blood. Without any reason, I regarded him as my true brother. You already know most of what happened next."
Liu Qingxi even shared everything that occurred in her past life, both the painful and the joyful moments.
Yet her tone was filled with loneliness. After all, that was the place that nurtured her. Even though painful things had happened there, it was still her hometown.
From her narration, Yang Yichen seemed to see the girl struggling painfully in the mortal world—her happiness, her sadness—he empathized deeply.
At that moment, his heart ached tightly together, feeling the piercing pain of losing loved ones, the heartbreak of facing obstacles at work, the joy of having a home, and the confusion after sudden changes.
He gently wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulders and said, "From now on, you have me!"
No matter when, he would be there for her; he was her support.
Liu Qingxi felt a lump in her throat as tears streamed down her face, each crystal-clear droplet striking Yang Yichen's heart.
After a long while, Liu Qingxi managed to smile through her tears. "Don't you doubt any of my stories?"
After all, no one would believe her tales that sounded like something out of a fantastical night tale; those bizarre events would be dismissed as mere monsters and demons by others.
Yet for the first time in sharing all these truths, she felt not worry but a deep sense of relief—someone would share this unbearable secret with her from now on.
Yang Yichen's large hand gently stroked her fluffy hair. "Sweetheart, how could I not believe you?"
His words were filled with affection, making Liu Qingxi feel like his princess. No matter what she did, there would always be someone supporting her and giving her the strongest strength.
"But if it were someone else, they would definitely burn me as a monster."
"Ha ha," Yang Yichen chuckled lightly, his chest trembling slightly. "Otherwise, why would you choose me? Trust your own judgment."
As Liu Qingxi recounted her story step by step, Yang Yichen felt as if he had experienced everything she described.
The similar scenes and the strange images in his mind were not much different from Liu Qingxi's so-called world.
However, whenever he tried to recall more details, everything would slip away again.
Yang Yichen furrowed his brow, daring to speculate about his origins; those experiences must have been his.
But in this era, his memories had started anew. Why was that? Perhaps he and Liu Qingxi were just a little different.
Nevertheless, Liu Qingxi had already confided in him. To reassure her, after she had calmed down, Yang Yichen slowly spoke up.
"Xier, actually I am just like you!"
"What?" Liu Qingxi looked at Yang Yichen with her large, moist eyes. The droplets on her long eyelashes sparkled, and her bright eyes were filled with confusion.
"We are the same person. If you are a monster, then so am I!"
With a thunderous crash, Liu Qingxi's mind exploded with the implications of Yang Yichen's words. What did he mean by they were the same? Could it be?
Recalling Yang Yichen's extraordinary comprehension skills, she remembered how he never showed shock when she presented him with novel items from her past life; his reactions were indeed unusual compared to others.
"You are also from the Twenty-First Century?" Her voice trembled slightly. No one knew the frantic beating of her heart as she thought of finding family and belonging to an organization instead of wandering alone like an outcast in a strange world.
No longer does one have to secretly hide a shocking secret, unspoken by anyone.
"It's just as you think, but we are a bit different. I inexplicably recall some scenes that don't belong to this era, perhaps similar to your Twenty-First Century, but I can't remember clearly; they always feel familiar."
As soon as Yang Yichen finished speaking, Liu Qingxi suddenly leaped into his arms and gave him a loud kiss.
"Hehe, hehe," Liu Qingxi couldn't stop her silly laughter, not even realizing when she had settled into Yang Yichen's embrace.
The young man wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist from behind, resting his chin gently on Liu Qingxi's shoulder. The faint scent wafting through his nostrils was different from that of a woman dusted with perfume; it was her natural fragrance.
"So, we are meant to be together; no one can separate us!"
"The master brought us here; perhaps it is our destined fate," Liu Qingxi said as she turned to face Yang Yichen, their faces mere millimeters apart. They could see every detail on each other's faces, including the complex emotions in their eyes.
The two of them, sharing their hearts, felt their souls intertwining—each contained within the other.
The moon quietly hid behind the clouds, shyly closing its eyes and stealing glances at the affectionate pair.
In the darkness, Yang Yichen could clearly see Liu Qingxi's bright black eyes and long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies. Her delicate body leaned against his sturdy chest.
A sudden wave of heat surged from below, eager to consume his rationality.
The close contact between their hearts made him unable to suppress the desire to get even closer to Liu Qingxi.
Suddenly, the young man lifted the girl into his arms and leaped off the rooftop. With a thud, he opened the door; his internal energy radiated as he pushed it against the door, which creaked shut behind them.
Liu Qingxi was left in a state of shock by Yang Yichen's series of actions, and before she could react, she found herself thrown onto the soft bed.
Yang Yichen leaned in closer, his body pressing against Liu Qingxi's soft chest. His heavy breathing brushed against her delicate neck, sending a shiver down her spine and filling her lower abdomen with a strange sensation.
Goosebumps covered her body, her face flushed red, and her lips parted slightly as she let out a sound like a kitten: "Slow down."
"Ah," Liu Qingxi covered her face, embarrassed by the shy sound that had escaped her.
Her soft call became the last straw that broke Yang Yichen's rationality. His cool lips slowly moved toward Liu Qingxi's eyes, nose, and cherry-like lips.
His large hands, with distinct knuckles and a burning warmth, left fiery sensations on Liu Qingxi's body, causing her to tremble lightly wherever he touched.
The sounds escaping her mouth scratched at Yang Yichen's heart like a kitten, as his agile lips and tongue invaded Liu Qingxi's mouth, claiming the territory he had long desired.
The soft and sweet feeling made Yang Yichen reluctant to leave, his heavy breaths spraying across Liu Qingxi's face.
His dry palms did not stop moving; they traveled from her back to her chest and then slowly delved deeper from one side. The close contact made Liu Qingxi shudder, leaving her feeling weak and pliable.
"Xier, Xier," Yang Yichen's whispers were like the gentlest arrows, instantly striking Liu Qingxi's tender heart.
She gradually sank into this boundless unfamiliar sensation, her large eyes gently closing as she reached out to embrace Yang Yichen's shoulders.
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