As Qin Qianluo listened to the gentle, almost whispering voice, her mind went blank for a moment, as if all her thoughts had stopped.
She swallowed unconsciously, her throat feeling as dry and tight as parched land.
The brocade box she was clutching tightly nearly slipped from her grasp due to her uncontrollable trembling.
She frantically steadied the brocade box, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down, but her rapid breathing just wouldn't settle.
She tried to calm herself, carefully held the brocade box in both hands, slowly stood up, and step by step, as if facing a fateful choice, slowly handed it to Su Jinyun.
At this moment, her cheeks were so red they seemed to drip blood, her beauty exquisite, even the tips of her ears were flushed with an intoxicating blush, and she trembled slightly with nervousness, just like a flower petal shivering in the cold wind.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Su Jinyun's affectionate eyes, and stammered, "Sister Su... I love you."
I wonder if Sister Su would be willing... would she be willing..."
Qin Qianluo's heart was filled with nervousness and shyness, like a balloon that had been inflated to its limit, as if it would burst at any moment due to the unbearable pressure.
Her mind went completely blank for a moment, forgetting the words she had rehearsed repeatedly, the words she knew by heart, and the words she was ready to say.
At that moment, like a flock of startled birds, they all vanished without a trace with a "boom".
Her already flushed cheeks were now burning even more intensely, as if scorched by the flames of shyness.
Like a ripe, luscious apple, it exudes an alluring luster.
It was like the clouds on the horizon, painted with vibrant colors by the setting sun, so bright and dazzling that one could not take their eyes off it.
Her eyes were watery, as if covered by a thin, dreamlike mist.
It was filled with a complex mix of tension and anticipation, as if hiding countless twinkling stars that appeared and disappeared in the mist, shining brightly.
Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she tried to speak several times, but her throat seemed to be tightly choked by invisible threads, and she could only make a few soft, incoherent sounds.
The sound was as soft as a petal falling in the spring breeze, delicate and faint, easily swallowed up by the surrounding air and disappearing without a trace.
Su Jinyun sat there quietly, her gaze fixed on the flustered yet adorable Qin Qianluo from beginning to end.
Every move she made, even the slightest one, seemed to be stretched out in slow motion, and every detail was captured by Su Jinyun's eyes.
Every smile and frown of hers, every vivid expression, was like the brightest and warmest sunshine in spring, shining straight into the depths of Su Jinyun's heart without any obstruction.
It dispelled all the gloom, leaving only warmth and sweetness.
This warmth felt like a gentle feather brushing against Su Jinyun's heart, creating ripples of tingling sweetness.
The ripples spread from the depths of my heart to my entire body.
Her eyes crinkled with a smile, and the tenderness in them was like a deep, boundless, unfathomable lake, clear and serene.
Yet it also holds boundless affection, as if it can completely and utterly engulf a person, making them intoxicated in this gentle ocean, unable to extricate themselves.
She reached out her hand, her movements gentle and slow, each joint turning like a meticulously choreographed dance, full of elegance and cherishment.
It was as if what lay before her was not a brocade box, but a unique and most precious treasure in the world.
She slowly took the brocade box, and just as her slender fingers touched the edge of the box, she gently turned her wrist.
The movement was as smooth as a mountain stream, and with a gentle pull, he softly drew Qin Qianluo into his warm and reassuring embrace.
It was as if it were promising her that this place would be her eternal safe haven.
Qin Qianluo suddenly felt her feet slip and her body lose its balance, like a kite with a broken string.
In the midst of the chaos, he lost his balance and landed steadily on Su Jinyun's lap.
She gasped softly, her voice filled with surprise and bewilderment, like a little deer lost in the forest.
His hands instinctively reached out quickly and grabbed Su Jinyun's sleeve tightly. His fingertips turned slightly white from the force, like flower petals covered with a thin layer of frost in winter, fragile yet stubborn.
She blinked her watery eyes in confusion, her long eyelashes fluttering like a startled butterfly that had wandered into a strange land, fluttering its wings in a panic and helplessness.
Looking at Su Jinyun so close to her, Qin Qianluo's heart pounded violently, like a drum running wildly.
Each blow struck her chest, as if it would burst through her chest and fly into the distance at any moment.
Her breathing became rapid, and her warm breath uncontrollably brushed against Su Jinyun's neck.
With her unique sweet scent, it seemed like a silent confession, telling of her inner turmoil and palpitations.
Hearing the rapid "thump thump thump" of her heartbeat, Su Jinyun's lips curled into a charming smile.
Like a crescent moon in the night sky, it radiates a soft and alluring light, a light that contains endless doting and deep affection, as if it wants to envelop Qin Qianluo completely.
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