"Little silk flower, I really like you."
Qiao Zhen concluded with her final sentence, adding a finishing touch. She cradled Qi Yijuan's head, forehead to forehead, so that Qi Yijuan could see into her eyes.
Qi Yijuan looked at his reflection in Qiao Zhen's eyes, her expression stunned. "Really?"
“Really, I’ve never lied.” Qiao Zhen hugged Qi Yijuan’s neck, snuggled into his arms, rested her cheek against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat. “But it’s okay, there’s plenty of time. Time will help me correct your twisted thoughts.”
Qi Yijuan held Qiao Zhen helplessly.
Qiao Zhen had seen him in every form: dependent, gloomy, desolate, coquettish, and even ugly and cold-blooded. Even when he had the thought of killing her, Qiao Zhen not only didn't blame him, but also thought out everything for him.
She never backed down.
Apart from the accident seven years ago.
Qi Yijuan seemed to have thought of something. He concealed the darkness in his eyes and hugged Qiao Zhen tightly. These hands, he couldn't let go, he could never let go in this lifetime.
He will die if you let go.
The next day, Yao Anjing asked Qiao Zhen to meet her at a nearby teahouse. Qiao Zhen didn't hide it from Qi Yijuan, and it was Qi Yijuan who took Qiao Zhen to the appointment.
Qiao Zhen leaned down and kissed Qi Yijuan, "Work hard to make money, I'll bring you lunch."
Qi Yijuan pouted again.
Without hesitation, Qiao Zhen leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. Only then did Qi Yijuan lean over and unbuckle Qiao Zhen's seatbelt with satisfaction. After getting out of the car, Qiao Zhen waved to Qi Yijuan and then slipped into the teahouse.
Yao Anjing sat on the stool with an elegant demeanor, like a noble lady from ancient times. Occasionally, she would lower her head, revealing her long and fair neck.
“Miss Yao.” Qiao Zhen was not to be outdone, yet her casual demeanor exuded a certain elegance.
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