Chapter 207 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 21

Seeing a glimmer of light in her eyes, no longer as lifeless as before, Ling Jiazhen felt a little better.

He walked to her side, took her hand, and carefully touched her ring finger before handing her the paper. "Qiuqiu, pick a day."

"What day?" Xu Qiuqiu asked, taking the paper with a puzzled look and looking down at the date written on it.

Ling Jiazhen's voice suddenly softened, "Today I went to someone to have our horoscopes matched and picked out two dates, so I want Qiuqiu to choose one of them, the date we'll get married."

He looked down at her as she intently checked the dates, a hint of anticipation creeping into his heart.

"Any day is fine, young marshal, you choose." Xu Qiuqiu handed the paper back to him.

One sentence shattered all of Ling Jiazhen's expectations. What was he expecting?

He forced all of this upon himself, but he still felt a deep resentment. He tried his best to please her, to be gentle with her, and he even refrained from touching her. Why did he have to do this?

Does she really want to leave him that much?

He wanted to question her, but in the end he didn't say a word, took the paper and walked out.

Seeing his dejected figure, Xu Qiuqiu felt a pang of sympathy, but she couldn't bear being locked up every day. He was unwilling to listen to her and would suddenly turn cold at the drop of a hat, which eventually made her not want to talk anymore.

Autumn is supposed to be dry, but a sudden downpour started at night, accompanied by deafening thunder.

Xu Qiuqiu got up and closed the window, and the sound of rain finally subsided.

The sound of the rain seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

She was jolted awake when she felt a cold touch on her face. Unable to see a face clearly in the darkness, she sat up in fright and backed away. "Who...who are you?"

“Qiuqiu…” Ling Jiazhen murmured softly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Azhen, you scared me to death..."

Once she relaxed, she noticed a strong smell of alcohol on him. "You've been drinking?"

Ling Jiazhen seemed unhappy that she was leaving. He slowly climbed onto the bed, reached out and pulled her, his voice tinged with grievance, "Don't go...please don't leave me..."

Hearing his words, Xu Qiuqiu couldn't help but soften her heart. She gently rubbed his palm to comfort him and turned on the bedside lamp.

A blush crept onto the boy's fair face. He wore a white undershirt with two buttons undone, revealing his handsome collarbone. His eyes were slightly misty, and his thin lips glistened with moisture, making him exceptionally alluring.

Xu Qiuqiu's heart raced. She had never seen him drunk before, and he looked so alluring.

Before she could react, Ling Jiazhen had already hugged her tightly.

Xu Qiuqiu felt a little uncomfortable and struggled for a moment.

Ling Jiazhen hugged her for a while before letting go. He looked down at her, and her face looked even more beautiful under the light. Her watery eyes were captivating, and her red lips were bright and luscious.

Fueled by the alcohol, he could no longer suppress his desires. He cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her.

His heart raced when their lips met; her lips were sweet and soft, and he kissed them greedily.

He forcefully pried open her lips, about to invade her mouth, when suddenly his lips stung with pain. He sobered up a bit, and while he was still in a daze, he was pushed away.

"Ah Zhen, you've had too much to drink." Xu Qiuqiu unconsciously took a step back.

Seeing her retreat, Ling Jiazhen felt a surge of resentment. He forcefully pulled her into his arms, his voice harsh yet filled with deep sorrow, "Qiuqiu, why are you doing this to me? Why don't you like me? Why do you always reject me? I'm really in so much pain..."

As she spoke, her voice grew increasingly helpless, and he held her even tighter, as if afraid she would run away.

Hearing his words, Xu Qiuqiu's heart softened, and she coaxed him gently, "Azhen, I don't dislike you."

Ling Jiazhen didn't believe her. "You're lying. If you liked me, why wouldn't you want to marry me?"

This made him feel even more pained.

Xu Qiuqiu said helplessly, "When did I ever not want to marry you?"

Recalling her past attitude, the resentment she felt after getting drunk grew stronger, and Ling Jiazhen's voice choked up, "When have you ever thought about marrying me? You want to leave me every day, and you even threatened to go on a hunger strike. Qiuqiu, I don't want to threaten you, you know? Your sadness actually makes me even sadder."

But I don't know what to do. I thought I would be happy if I got you, but seeing you ignore me and don't want to talk to me every day makes me feel so painful and tormented. But I still want to keep you...

After saying that, Ling Jiazhen nuzzled her neck affectionately, "Please don't leave me, okay?"

Xu Qiuqiu was always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, so she coaxed gently, "Azhen, I won't leave you."

As if thinking she had misheard, Ling Jiazhen's voice was muffled, "Really?"

"Really." Xu Qiuqiu couldn't help but touch his hair.

Upon hearing the affirmative answer again, Ling Jiazhen abruptly released her, looked directly into her eyes, and asked cautiously, "Qiuqiu, is this a dream?"

His mind was still a little muddled; it seemed that she was only so gentle in his dreams.

Xu Qiuqiu's voice softened, "It's not a dream."

Filled with immense joy, Ling Jiazhen suddenly smiled, his peach blossom eyes brimming with deep affection. He held her tenderly, "It's alright, it's alright even if it's a dream... I just won't wake up..."

[Ding! The female lead's happiness level has increased by 20%, currently at 40%]

It was rare to see him with such a childlike nature, so Xu Qiuqiu comforted him, "It really isn't a dream."

After waiting for a long time without him speaking, all that could be heard was his steady breathing.

Xu Qiuqiu gently asked him, "A-Zhen, are you asleep?"

After waiting a while without any response, Xu Qiuqiu tried to push him away so he could lie down on the bed and sleep, but she couldn't push him away at all; he was holding her tightly.

Left with no other choice, she could only let him hold her while she slept.

She even pressed herself against him when she lay down, but he didn't wake up despite the noise, and he held her tightly.

He rolled over, his legs unconsciously clamping around her, as if afraid she would leave.

Xu Qiuqiu sighed inwardly. Oh well, let him be.

Fortunately, he used to hold her like this while she slept, otherwise she might not have been able to fall asleep because she wasn't used to it.

She leaned against his warm chest, listening to his steady breathing, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up again, she was still being held tightly in her arms.

"Qiuqiu, you're awake?" Ling Jiazhen touched her hair and looked at her tenderly.

Staring at him tenderly through his captivating peach blossom eyes, Xu Qiuqiu stared blankly at him, unable to resist being captivated and unable to look away.

Seeing that she was staring at him, Ling Jiazhen felt extremely pleased; he liked it when she focused her attention on him.

Recalling last night, he suddenly realized that he had used the wrong approach before. This kind of threat and coercion should not be used in relationships. He only dared to say those things because he was drunk.