"Qianxia, ​​you go into the honey pot world, and I'll send in what I still need. You help me organize it."

"good."

Li Qianxia entered the honey pot world, leaving only Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan in the room.

Li Changzhou coughed lightly.

"Why are you coughing at such a young age?" Yang Qinglan asked, flipping through the original English version of "Conversations with God".

"...I choked on the dust." Li Changzhou's tone was a little dejected.

He gazed at Yang Qinglan's beautifully shaped profile and her snow-white skin, watching her unblinking eyes as she read her book.

Yang Qinglan turned a few pages of the book, gave an elegant and charming wink, and it seemed that time itself was captivated and slowed down when she blinked.

After a pause, Li Changzhou looked at her and said softly, "I only like you."

Yang Qinglan closed the book and handed it to him, then reached for another one.

Li Changzhou glanced at the book twice, then immersed himself in the sweet world, scratching his forehead.

Yang Qinglan was amused by his embarrassed look, and her gaze shifted from another book to him: "Why the sudden confession?"

"Because I haven't confessed to you yet." Li Changzhou's mind was a mess, he said whatever came to mind, and only after he finished speaking did he realize, was this a confession?!

I confessed my feelings?!

Yang Qinglan thought for a moment and said, "No."

She handed him the book she was holding and reached for another one.

Li Changzhou held the book in his hand, pretending to flip through it, and stole glances at her while his breathing became a little labored.

After a couple of seconds, and after reading a couple of lines—not a single word—he couldn't contain himself and asked, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"So I'm required to answer?" Yang Qinglan seemed to realize this only then.

"Of course...not really." Li Changzhou felt timid and continued reading.

After reading one short sentence and then forgetting another, he said, "However, if you already have an answer, you can also reply."

Yang Qinglan stared at the book in her hand without turning a page. Suddenly, she looked at Li Changzhou, who was also looking at her.

"How do you want me to answer?" She felt her face getting hot.

"...Should I think of it?"

"Give it a try."

"Of course, I only like you too."

"I only like you."

"right."

"Mm." Yang Qinglan nodded.

"Hmm?" Li Changzhou asked, puzzled.

"I'm done speaking." Yang Qinglan looked away and continued reading.

Li Changzhou stared at her, stunned for two seconds, then quickly recalled their conversation three times. Three seconds later, he said, "You... you mean—your answer is—you only like me?"

Yang Qinglan turned around and handed him the copy of "Silent Confession": "Put it in."

Li Changzhou put everything in his hand, along with "Silent Confession," into the Honey Pot World.

Before his thoughts could return from their reverie, Yang Qinglan had already snuggled into his arms, her right hand gently stroking his cheek like a feather.

Li Changzhou dared not move, his face burning.

Yang Qinglan slowly pressed her face against his, her breath brushing against his lips.

A surge of heat exploded within him, and Li Changzhou couldn't help but press himself against her, but Yang Qinglan retreated.

Her right fingers traced the lines of Li Changzhou's profile, all the way to his lips, her middle finger trembling as she outlined them, barely managing to stop him.

Li Changzhou made a swallowing motion, his eyes unblinking, his breathing heavy.

Yang Qinglan slowly moved closer again, until their lips were almost touching, and she let out a soft sigh as her delicate lips landed on Li Changzhou's lips.

Li Changzhou immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist tightly, their bodies pressed together so close they couldn't be closer, and their lips followed suit.

Yang Qinglan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to his desire.

The two were completely infatuated.

Surrounded by books, sunlight streamed in, and fine dust particles floated in the beams of light as the two kissed for a long time.

"When you're old and look back on this day, will you remember the blood shed on the Four Seasons Star, or the Jade Pool?"

"Where are the Four Seasons Star? Who is Yaochi?"

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling in each other's mouths.

Li Changzhou kissed her again, and Yang Qinglan let out a soft sob from her slender neck.

As Li Changzhou's demands became increasingly insatiable and deeper, she suddenly let out a soft "Ugh!" and placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away.

The breathtaking softness came from the tip of his tongue, and Li Changzhou almost suffocated.

Yang Qinglan's body went limp, and she wrapped her arms around his neck again, her expression languid and alluring.

As he began to organize his belongings again, Li Changzhou wore a smile on his face, occasionally licking his lips unconsciously.

"What are you grinning about!" Yang Qinglan said with a laugh, feeling both shy and happy.

Li Changzhou didn't answer the question; instead, he asked very seriously, "How is it?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"Um, kissing."

"Not very good."

"...That was a bit discouraging." He quickly rallied, after all, it was his first time. "Specifically? What went wrong?"

Yang Qinglan thought for a moment, and looking at Li Changzhou's inquisitive eyes, she moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but then suddenly kissed the back of her left hand, becoming shy.

"What's wrong?" Li Changzhou was a little confused, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. He wanted to smile no matter what he was doing.

Yang Qinglan lowered her left hand, her face flushed, and said seriously, "It's not good that you're still not satisfied."

"...I love you to death!"

Li Changzhou once again pulled her slender waist into his arms.

"No." Yang Qinglan covered his lips with a book.

"Isn't it meant to leave something unsaid? Why not?"

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