"what you do?"
He held her in his arms, his handsome chin resting on her shoulder, a cool breeze ruffling her hair and gently brushing against his striking features.
It's itchy.
Nan Qiyu had no intention of backing down.
"How dare you do this behind my back?"
He seemed to be complaining about something, but upon closer listening, the man's deep voice carried a hint of amusement.
Rong Shang turned her head slightly, her cool fingertips resting on the back of the hands that were wrapped around her waist. "You already know that, don't you?"
"Shall we go in?"
She pulled his hand and stepped out of his embrace.
She turned around, and Nan Qiyu had already raised his head and was looking at her obediently.
As evening fell and the sky darkened, the bright lights in front of the door shone down.
Nan Qiyu's lips twitched, forming a captivating curve.
Suddenly, the slender shadow on the ground stepped forward, "Ye Zhaoxue."
When that sexy and seductive voice reached her ears.
Her jaw tightened as the man's long, slender, fair hand gripped her, and then he lowered his head and kissed her.
He put his arm around her again.
...
They lingered there, not knowing how long it had been.
They were enveloped in ambiguous breathing. Nan Qiyu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly raised his long eyes, revealing a dark glint in his bright eyes.
"Ye Zhaoxue, I'm honored that you care so much about my rumors with other people."
He lowered his head again, took her right hand in his, and kissed the back of her hand while looking at her with a wicked gaze.
He had just told her not to read those messy reports online, and she pulled this stunt behind his back.
He was overjoyed because she cared about it more than he had imagined.
"Yes, I do care." Rong Shang didn't mince words at all. "And you, why do you let her be so arrogant?"
"Hmm, maybe they're just tired and don't have the fighting power anymore," someone said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.
Upon hearing this, Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with a smile, "Tired? What are you tired of?"
Fighting power? It's not like we're fighting a war.
“Isn’t that right?” Nan Qiyu looked at her seriously. “I’ve put all my energy into pursuing you, so how could I have any energy to care about other women?”
"..."
This sweet talk was so awkward.
Rong Shang did not respond immediately. Nan Qiyu stared at her for two or three seconds before finally bursting into laughter.
Then he suddenly opened his arms, his voice softening noticeably and carrying a hint of coquetry, "Little fairy, hug me."
Here we go again.
She'd forgotten about it if we didn't mention it.
Rong Shang raised her hand and slapped him, her tone tinged with a helpless laugh, "You rascal..."
It's hard to imagine that those three completely different personalities were all played by Nan Qiyu. Rong Shang glanced at him, then grabbed his face and roughly squeezed it in her hand.
"How do you think you can keep acting like this?"
Despite always having a cold and aloof demeanor, he insists on playing the innocent and adorable puppy and a crazy lunatic who can go berserk at any moment in front of her.
Nan Qiyu kept watching her, and no matter what she did, he always had a smile on his face.
When he heard her question, he sweetly replied, "Because of love."
He'd change anything for her.
The night air was filled with the sweet scent of romance.
Two figures landed in front of the door.
Nan Qiyu put his arm around Rong Shang's shoulder and walked into the villa.
They chatted and laughed throughout the entire time.
The shadow cast on the ground stretched long, and long afterward, you could still hear him asking, "Would you consider marrying me?"
...
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