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With so many elders around, he could only watch and not partake, and even sneaking in at night was no longer an option. The girl was entirely focused on her studies.
At night, with the lamp lit, Elder Ying brought a huge stack of books, and Liu Qingxi wished she could memorize everything immediately.
Every time he saw the girl’s tired face or noticed her struggling with a particular problem, he lost the desire to disturb her. This was good.
The girl had just bathed, and a faint fragrance lingered in her hair, making his heart race.
“Xier, I sneaked over the wall to come here. Do you think it’s inappropriate?”
“No, aren’t you having a great time running around?”
Yang Yichen choked on his words.
Her implication was clear: when would he give her an identity so they could interact openly instead of like thieves?
But Liu Qingxi was completely oblivious. “My master left in a hurry; I don’t know if he has arrived or if the journey is safe.” After all, at such an old age, her heart felt a sense of admiration and closeness towards him for coming personally.
It felt like family. Since their first meeting, Elder Ying had treated her exceptionally well, which moved her deeply and made her vow to work hard and not let him down.
Who would have thought that Liu Qingxi’s words would bring tears to Yang Yichen’s eyes? She was even thinking about another man while in his arms.
Alright, although that man was an old man in his sixties and her master—who would also be his master in the future—that still didn’t sit right with him.
The hidden dominance and bloodthirst within the boy finally erupted at that moment. He was no longer the seemingly gentle person he appeared to be; he suddenly lost control of another side of himself that he had suppressed for so long.
Though he seemed frail, his arms were surprisingly strong as he pulled Liu Qingxi towards him, turning her body to face him completely.
His grip gradually tightened around her waist: “Xier!” His voice carried an uncontrollable restraint and pain as his inner conflict raged on. Rationality told him not to lose control, but—
Startled! Liu Qingxi gasped, her heart pounding like a drum. She had never seen Yang Yichen like this before.
“You—”
The conversation was not over when Liu Qingxi's lips were sealed by a cold touch. The boy's lips carried the chill of the night, mixed with a warmth as passionate as fire. One side was icy, the other burning hot, making it hard for her to bear this sudden dominance.
Liu Qingxi widened her eyes, her momentary shock reflected in the boy's gaze. In that instant, his heart tightened; she was afraid of herself, afraid of this side of her—how could this be allowed? He would not permit it!
His tongue slipped out, tracing the perfect shape of the girl's lips. The sweet taste was irresistible, and gradually, he became unsatisfied with just a light touch. He could no longer remain at the surface; what shattered his last bit of rationality was her subtle resistance.
He suddenly pressed harder. The girl blinked in surprise, completely unguarded as the boy invaded her space. His warm tongue plunged in deeply, entangling with hers.
In both past and present lives, Liu Qingxi had never encountered such a situation. Her heart raced like a drum, her body stiffened, unable to move, allowing the boy to do as he pleased.
Especially with the boy's unrestrained approach—compared to the gentle closeness before and the fleeting kisses from earlier, this time was too fervent, too intense.
Yang Yichen was not satisfied with just that. To him, Liu Qingxi's stiffness represented resistance; it meant she did not love him wholeheartedly. The demons within him mixed with shadows from years of hardship created a volatile blend of suppressed gentleness and explosive passion.
At that moment, he only wanted to hold Liu Qingxi tightly in his arms and merge their beings into one to feel fulfilled.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Liu Qingxi gradually regained her senses. The boy's forceful kiss caused her sudden pain; from initial shock to now awareness, she forgot to breathe, her face flushed as if she might faint at any moment.
Finally, Yang Yichen slowly calmed down and noticed how soft the girl had become in his embrace. His heart trembled uncontrollably as he pulled away from her and looked at her in panic: "Xier? Xier?"
Liu Qingxi nearly lost her mind; coming back to reality made her cheeks burn. Was it really necessary for things to be like this? Was fainting from a kiss even acceptable?
She had often mocked similar scenarios in stories where characters fainted from kissing—wasn't the female lead too weak?
Yet reality slapped her hard in the face; such an embarrassing thing actually happened to her—unbelievable!
The conflicted and ashamed expression on Liu Qingxi's face only made Yang Yichen more flustered.
What should he do? What should he do? What if she couldn't forgive him? He couldn't bear to imagine that possibility; it would drive him insane.
In their first encounter, Liu Qingxi and Liu Qingyan appeared before him with faces resembling those of stray cats. Both were thin as reeds, but the smiles blooming on their sunken faces captivated him.
Compared to the Lavish Lifestyle, where danger lurks at every corner and he has never truly smiled, the happiness of Youth is very simple and pure.
As they gradually grew closer, it eventually became natural for them to express their feelings. The girl became more and more impressive, her radiance bringing him joy while also making him reluctant to let others see her brilliance.
He hid his bloodthirstiness and coldness even more deeply. How could someone so dark match with her, who was so clean and pure? Deep down, he felt a profound sense of inferiority, believing he could only pretend to live in the sunlight.
What is called the Inorganic Gate and the creation of weapons is not as simple as it seems. Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts. He fought his way through, accustomed to various schemes and bloodshed, which led him to his current status.
Undeniably, while these things brought him wealth and status, they also shackled him for life. He thought he could never marry or have children like a normal person, that he would never fall in love or bring burdens to others, living in constant fear.
But in the end, he couldn't hold back.
Liu Qingxi had no idea about the whirlwind of thoughts in the boy's mind; they were both lost in their own thoughts.
“Xier, Xier, I was wrong! I won't do it again!” The panicked boy looked at Liu Qingxi, afraid that his uncontrolled emotions would lead to being kicked out.
Liu Qingxi: “???”
What was going on? Isn't it normal for a Youth in love to share a kiss? Why was he apologizing?
However, recalling the blushing and racing heart from earlier, she shyly lowered her head.
The feeling kept replaying in her mind: the boy's solid chest, the domineering kiss that left no room for argument, overflowing with masculinity and boyfriend energy.
It turned out she inherently liked this kind of domineering charm! Liu Qingxi had never realized she was so... reserved!
Yang Yichen misunderstood again, unable to see Liu Qingxi's contemplative expression as if she might slip away from his fingertips at any moment.
“Xier, I was wrong! I shouldn't have kissed you without your permission just now!”
But really, boy, why are your ears so red? Where did that domineering attitude go?
Liu Qingxi was astonished! What? What is happening? How did a kiss escalate to this kind of thought?
"Uh! Well..."
The longer Liu Qingxi hesitated, the heavier Yang Yichen's heart sank. Was the next line going to be a breakup? Was she going to kick him out?
"No, Xier, you can't do this. I really like you, no! I love you! I love you, I swear to treat you well for a lifetime. Please don't push me away, okay?" The pleading in his eyes resembled that of an injured deer.
The boy's incoherent explanation left Liu Qingxi feeling disheveled in the wind. She never expected that giving away her first kiss would lead to such a bizarre outcome; it was just too strange!
She couldn't find any other words to describe her feelings at that moment and felt concerned about the intelligence of the usually sharp-witted Yang Yichen.
Come on, what's wrong with a girl being shy at this moment? Shouldn't she just blush and have her heart race, showing that she's embarrassed? How did it spiral into something like this? Come on, lightning, strike me down! Liu Qingxi shouted in her heart.
"I didn't mean it that way. We've been together for so long; kissing is normal. I didn't mean to blame you."
Wow! How could a girl say something so awkward? The underlying message was basically, "You can kiss me again; hurry up!" Liu Qingxi began to worry about her own intelligence again.
However, her words sounded like music to Yang Yichen's ears. So she wasn't mad at him! Hahaha! She didn't dislike him; he had misunderstood earlier.
All his worries and fears were replaced by surprise. Yang Yichen felt like laughing out loud, unable to contain the tremors in his chest. He suddenly picked up the slender girl and spun her around three times: "Xier, I'm so happy!"
So happy that he didn't scare her, so happy that she didn't hate him, so happy that she accepted him, so happy about his other side.
In short, he was just very happy—so happy that he couldn't control himself. He foolishly held the girl in his arms, their heights allowing them to look at each other eye-to-eye.
In the dim light, their gazes locked, filled with affection; you were in me, and I was in you. Their hearts communicated with each other, destined to love across worlds and entangled for lifetimes.
Yang Yichen quietly held her close, wishing it could last until the end of time.
After a long while, Liu Qingxi, feeling sore from being tightly embraced around the waist, said, "Aren't you tired? Put me down!"
"I won't let go!" Just wanting to hold you like this, never letting go.
Liu Qingxi's face was filled with frustration. "Big brother, I'm tired of being held! My back hurts!"
Finally, the two slowly separated. In this life and the last, having lived for so many years, it was the first time for both of them to experience true love, to truly invest their feelings, the first time...
Ultimately, with Yang Yichen, she experienced many firsts she had never encountered before.
She slowly spoke, "No matter what you think, since I like you, I won't like anyone else. No matter what you do, you're still the one I like."
In her brief past life, having crossed into another world, what was there to be afraid of!
What she didn't know was how her declaration stirred up waves in Yang Yichen's heart.
"Yeah, Xier, I was wrong. I shouldn't have overthought things, but I'm scared. You're too amazing; your brilliance attracts more than just me. I'm afraid others will see your goodness. I'm afraid I can't give you the happiness you want. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to shield you from the storm."
The girl's delicate fingers suddenly pressed against the boy's cool lips. "Do you think I'm someone who easily changes my heart? Do you think I could be easily swayed by someone else? You're mistaken; you are you. You are the one who quietly accompanies me."
At this moment, they both expressed their feelings openly and honestly—a boldness that had never existed before. Each person harbored hidden secrets in their hearts; perhaps now or in the future, these secrets would not be obstacles to their togetherness.
Yang Yichen remained conflicted. The images flashing in his mind were his greatest fears. He was different from others and still couldn't figure out what was going on:
"If... if I were to hide something from you and you discovered that I'm different from others, would you leave me?"
"I won't leave you, Yang Yichen. What about you? If I'm different from others, would you abandon me?"
Both of them held secrets and were entangled in whether to reveal them to each other. This was their greatest secret; their hearts drew closer together with only one step left to honesty.
After a long while, Yang Yichen slowly spoke: "Xier, let's get engaged!"
Perhaps only in this way could he truly feel at ease. Meanwhile, Liu Qingxi had been striving hard; he needed to be her support and provide help when necessary.
Engagement? Liu Qingxi had never considered this question before. Although she had reached this age, she had always been busy with life.
Indeed, from the words of Yang Yichen, she could sense his thoughts. It was only natural for them to be together in the future, and there was nothing to think about.
"Okay!" This simple word made Yang Yichen ecstatic. From the earlier anxiety and unease to this sudden change, it felt like he had risen from hell to heaven.
This feeling was something he had never experienced in his life. Even after eliminating the toxins he had carried since birth or dealing with his greatest enemy, Liang Mei'er, he had never felt such a sense of accomplishment.
Hahaha! Yang Yichen couldn't help but laugh loudly three times, spinning around with Liu Qingxi in place.
The moonlight poured through the window onto the two of them, casting silhouettes of branches outside. The air was filled with warmth, a gentle atmosphere, and pink bubbles...
The excitement of achieving this wish left Yang Yichen unable to extricate himself for a long time. Even late into the night, he found it hard to sleep.
His mind was racing with thoughts about how to tell his mother, how to inform everyone, how to hold a grand ceremony, and how to make her the happiest person.
No, he needed to calculate their Ba Zi. He had to start preparing the betrothal gifts right away and...
He wanted to handle all sorts of tedious matters himself without delegating anything, preparing the most extravagant betrothal gifts.
Liu Qingxi did not expect that her single statement would have such a profound impact on him, causing him to toss and turn...
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