"Okay, okay." Zhou Yuanyuan came out from behind the tree and saw Wen Ziqing with an anxious look on his face.
This little girl took so long to change her clothes that he thought she had sneaked away! Wen Ziqing complained in his heart, but his legs walked towards Zhou Yuanyuan uncontrollably.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the dense branches, casting a shadow on Zhou Yuanyuan. She wore a long, pink pullover sweater that just reached past her knees, black leggings, and a pair of boots the same color as her sweater, looking youthful and beautiful.
It's still winter now, and Zhou Yuanyuan's outfit is obviously inappropriate for ordinary people. Her beauty is freezing! But Zhou Yuanyuan is not an ordinary person. If she wasn't afraid of causing surprise from those around her, she could wear summer clothes all year round. The spiritual energy of a monk can automatically adjust the body's temperature. It's so convenient!
Wen Ziqing only took one look and his eyes were glued to Zhou Yuanyuan, unable to be pulled away.
Wen Ziqing had always known that Principal Zhou Yuan was beautiful, but she had never imagined she could be this beautiful. Dressed in pink, her figure, though not fully developed, was already exquisitely curvaceous. Standing beneath the tall pine tree, she looked like a beautiful rose blossoming in the warm morning sun. Her rosy pink was dazzling and captivating.
Zhou Yuanyuan rarely dressed so delicately. In the past, to avoid being seen as different, she'd always dressed like everyone else. In the winter, she'd wear a down jacket and long pants, and in the summer, a short-sleeved shirt and cropped pants. Her colors were primarily red, black, and white. This was the first time she'd worn something so pastel-colored.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what was wrong with her. In the past, she'd always felt inferior about her "old-fashioned" nature, and she'd always chosen sober colors for her clothes. This pink sheepskin dress and boots were the latest spring outfit from Zhao Yunxiang's "Yunyun Clothing." Zhao Yunxiang had prepared them specifically for Zhou Yuanyuan to wear over the next two months, but Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't planned to wear them, leaving them in the Chaos Orb's trial world.
For some reason today, Zhou Yuanyuan actually changed it in front of Wen Ziqing.
Wen Ziqing's eyes were green and ethereal, like a wolf catching a glimpse of something delicious. Zhou Yuanyuan, however, felt a surge of joy in her heart, a pink bubble of happiness welling up inside her. The snow was still two inches thick on the ground, and the wind blew with a chilling chill, but Zhou Yuanyuan didn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, under Wen Ziqing's gaze, she felt her whole body warm.
Seeing Wen Ziqing, completely captivated by her, she felt a mixture of shyness and anticipation. Perhaps this was love, the feeling that made a woman in her forties exude the rosy emotions of a teenage girl.
Watching Wen Ziqing getting closer and closer, Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little nervous. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and felt her heart beating violently.
After just a short while, her brother Ziqing looked so much more handsome again. So handsome that she was almost mesmerized by his gaze.
Some people say, "Men and women in love are like a pair of fools", while others say, "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". At this moment, Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing are just like a pair of big fools. You look at me, I look at you, and I don't know how to express the happiness in my heart.
In Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes, Wen Ziqing was handsome no matter how he looked at her. In Wen Ziqing's eyes, Zhou Yuanyuan was adorable no matter how he looked at her.
Especially when Zhou Yuanyuan's slightly opened lips were like a silent invitation to Wen Ziqing to "please taste it".
"Yuanyuan." Wen Ziqing gently hugged Zhou Yuanyuan's shoulders, as if holding some fragile and priceless treasure. He stared at Zhou Yuanyuan's red little mouth and murmured.
"Hmm," Zhou Yuanyuan replied softly, feeling intoxicated by Wen Ziqing's beautiful voice. She lazily leaned against Wen Ziqing's chest, feeling as if she had no bones. She felt like she didn't want to do or say anything. She wished the years would be peaceful, and that she and Wen Ziqing could stay like this, cuddling together until the end of time.
The sun shone down on Wen Ziqing and Zhou Yuanyuan, making them feel warm. Wen Ziqing looked at Zhou Yuanyuan, who was so close to him, and felt that the missing piece in his heart had finally been filled.
Zhou Yuanyuan's eyelashes are very long, black, and curved. From Wen Ziqing's perspective, Zhou Yuanyuan lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered like small brushes from time to time, making his heart itch.
Wen Ziqing's nose was lingering with the indescribable fragrance of Zhou Yuanyuan. His eyes were filled with Zhou Yuanyuan's smooth, tender skin, so smooth that even under the sunlight, not a single pore could be seen. Looking at Zhou Yuanyuan's smooth, tender face, Wen Ziqing's heart was stirring. He remembered the red lips he had tasted a few days ago, also smooth and tender, so tender that it made his heart ripple.
"Yuanyuan, I..." Wen Ziqing wanted to say, "I want to kiss you," but he was afraid that Zhou Yuanyuan would be too shy and deny his proposal, so he swallowed the words back.
"Hmm~?" Zhou Yuanyuan leaned on Wen Ziqing's shoulder and was too lazy to move. She just tilted her head slightly, her voice slightly raised, as if asking Wen Ziqing what was wrong?
Seeing the lips so close, Wen Ziqing couldn't help but bend down and taste the long-awaited delicacy.
The taste is still as good as last time, and it still makes him intoxicated...
"Hmm~" Zhou Yuanyuan was about to ask Brother Ziqing, "Why did you sneak attack me?" Before she could say anything, a tongue penetrated her mouth and swept through it.
Zhou Yuanyuan was intoxicated by waves of tingling sensations. How did Brother Ziqing…how did he learn this all by himself? Just a few days ago, kissing was still awkward.
As soon as this thought appeared in Zhou Yuanyuan's mind, she was kissed by Wen Ziqing and felt dizzy.
After a long moment, Wen Ziqing exhausted all his self-control to finally stop the kiss. He knew that his self-control, which he had always prided himself on, had reached the brink of collapse in front of Zhou Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan was still young, and he couldn't afford to scare her.
Zhou Yuanyuan was breathless from Wen Ziqing's kiss, and for a moment she didn't know where she was or what day it was. After Wen Ziqing stopped kissing her, her rationality slowly returned to her mind.
Looking at her messy clothes and remembering the big hand that had just set fire to everything, Zhou Yuanyuan felt so embarrassed that she felt like she was about to burn. How could Brother Ziqing be so mean, acting like a hooligan while kissing?
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