However, Zhou Yuanyuan knew that men generally cared about their reputation. Since the matter had been resolved by Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan could not tell Wen Ziqing openly that she could easily solve the problem of the residual soul of Taoist Baopu. She had to put what happened that night behind her.
"Yuanyuan, I haven't seen you in two years. I miss you so much, every day." Wen Ziqing stared at Zhou Yuanyuan's delicate white hands resting on her knees, wanting to hold them in his and compare them to his own. Why were Yuanyuan's hands so small? They looked about the same as they had a few years ago, but Yuanyuan had grown considerably taller, and other parts of her body had changed significantly as well. It could be said that two years ago, Zhou Yuanyuan was just a slightly feminine young girl, but today, she has grown into a graceful and beautiful woman.
Wen Ziqing didn't know where he got the courage from. He thought about it in his mind and his hands moved quickly. In a blink of an eye, Zhou Yuanyuan's little hand was already held in his big hand.
Wen Ziqing's skin is wheat-colored. He has been busy practicing in the past two years and has not been exposed to the sun much. The wheat color has faded a little. Compared with Zhou Yuanyuan's fair little hands, it still looks much darker.
“I miss you so much...you...ah...ah...”
Wen Ziqing's words resonated in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness, making her feel a little dizzy. It was the first time in her two lives that she heard a boy say sweet words to her. Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little overwhelmed. She wanted to escape. She wanted to digest Wen Ziqing's words carefully. Wen Ziqing sat next to Zhou Yuanyuan. Zhou Yuanyuan felt that the smell of grass at the tip of her nose was stronger. Zhou Yuanyuan found that the palm of her hand that Wen Ziqing held was a little hot. And this heat, along with Wen Ziqing's big palm, continuously entered Zhou Yuanyuan's small palm, entered Zhou Yuanyuan's body, and entered Zhou Yuanyuan's heart.
Zhou Yuanyuan wanted to shake off Wen Ziqing's hand, but she felt reluctant. She lowered her head and looked at her toes, her heart in turmoil.
Wen Ziqing said he liked her, could she accept his love? She had lived two lives, and her age added up to several dozen years, but Wen Ziqing was only 22 years old. Compared to her, an old cow, this young grass was too young, wasn't he?
Hand? Her hand was still being held by Wen Ziqing! How dare this guy be so bold today, "acting like a hooligan" to her in her great-grandfather's house? Zhou Yuanyuan thought of this and quickly glanced around. Fortunately, whether it was coincidence or General Zhou's signal, the entire first floor was empty. But it was no use having her hand held by Wen Ziqing like this. If someone suddenly appeared from the corner, she would be so embarrassed!
Thinking of this, Zhou Yuanyuan pulled her hand from Wen Ziqing's grasp and said sternly, "You're a soldier, don't act like a hooligan." After that, Zhou Yuanyuan rubbed the hand that Wen Ziqing had grasped against her face. The warmth on her palm and cheek was hot, and it seemed she was deeply moved by Wen Ziqing's words. It was no wonder that someone confessed their love to Zhou Yuanyuan for the first time in their two lives, and Zhou Yuanyuan was still very excited, especially since the person confessing their love was Wen Ziqing, someone Zhou Yuanyuan had always cared about.
Zhou Yuanyuan tried hard to put on a serious face and look normal, but her efforts were doomed to be in vain. The blush on her face and the upturned corners of her mouth showed Wen Ziqing how happy she was.
"Yuanyuan, I only act rudely towards you." Wen Ziqing, not knowing where he got the courage from, whispered into Zhou Yuanyuan's red ear. Looking at Zhou Yuanyuan's red ears, Wen Ziqing had long wanted to observe them closely. He had no idea his little girl was so shy. She was practically like a cooked shrimp, and the skin exposed outside her clothes was all red.
With a roar of excitement, Zhou Yuanyuan felt like she had exploded into a giant fireball. How could the seemingly serious Wen Ziqing say such a thing? Zhou Yuanyuan's heart, a woman in her forties, was filled with ripples.
This feeling made Zhou Yuanyuan feel a little strange. She was startled and subconsciously wanted to push Wen Ziqing away.
Wen Ziqing was prepared this time, so Zhou Yuanyuan's men didn't have to use much strength and naturally didn't move. Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan was trying to escape, Wen Ziqing raised his hand and grabbed Zhou Yuanyuan's shoulder. He stared into her eyes and said seriously, "Yuanyuan, listen to me. I, Wen Ziqing, may only say this once in my life. Yuanyuan, I like you and have liked you for a long, long time. From the first time I saw you, I made up my mind to protect you for the rest of my life. Yuanyuan, can you give me a chance to spend my life with you?"
Wen Ziqing liked her? And had been for a long, long time? Zhou Yuanyuan's mouth dropped open in disbelief, but she caught a lingering thought in her heart. She was only six when Wen Ziqing first laid eyes on her! Wen Ziqing was such a beast! No wonder he loved to hold her in his arms and on his back, even using his hands to support her little bottom! Ugh! Wen Ziqing, this beast, could even lay his hands on a little girl?
Zhou Yuanyuan was shocked by Wen Ziqing's "desperate appetite" and looked at him with shame and anger.
Zhou Yuanyuan looked adorable in Wen Ziqing's eyes. Her small, crimson lips parted slightly, inviting him to taste her. A sudden chuckle filled Wen Ziqing's head, and he found the courage to kiss her lips. The jelly-like smoothness of her lips made Wen Ziqing unable to stop. Remembering that Zhou Yuanyuan was still young and they were in General Zhou's compound, Wen Ziqing only tasted her briefly, using immense willpower to finally release her lips.
While Zhou Yuanyuan was in a daze, Wen Ziqing had already gently stamped her lips. The tingling feeling made Zhou Yuanyuan a little curious, and she couldn't help but lick her lips with her tongue.
The pink lilac flashed before his eyes, and Wen Ziqing felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and felt that something had changed somewhere in his body.
Wen Ziqing quickly stood up; if he sat down again, he was afraid he'd make a fool of himself. But even as he stood up, he couldn't take his eyes off Zhou Yuanyuan. After not seeing her for a few years, Zhou Yuanyuan was no longer the innocent little girl she once was, but had blossomed into a stunningly charming beauty. In Wen Ziqing's eyes, Zhou Yuanyuan looked beautiful no matter how he looked at her, from head to toe. Even a single strand of her hair held its own unique charm.
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