The passionate kiss lasted only a moment before Ruan Qing'an had already pushed Luo Yuming away with both hands against his chest, her face burning red.
When Luo Yuming was pushed away, his heart sank to the bottom.
He should have known better. He shouldn't have opened his heart in the first place. How could a high and mighty young lady know how to cherish? Her greatest skill was actually trampling everything on the ground and looking down with eyes that seemed to bestow a favor.
But that's not what Luo Yuming wants. He's willing to cherish her, but she can only belong to him alone.
Before Luo Yuming could speak, the young lady, whose lips were swollen from being kissed and whose face was flushed, finally said, "So, so you like me?"
I guess so.
Luo Yuming answered blankly.
Wanting to devour her whole, leaving her feels like a withdrawal reaction; is this willingly losing control of one's reason a form of liking?
But the arrogant young lady didn't care about any of that. She slightly raised her chin and practically sat in Luo Yuming's lap. Although she was still teary-eyed, she subconsciously started to boss him around.
She said in a tearful, almost coquettish voice, "My legs hurt from walking, carry me, hurry up."
"Understood, Miss."
Luo Yuming sighed, admitting defeat, and wrapped his strong arms around her, while Ruan Qing'an's legs were wrapped around his waist, like she was being held as a child.
She grabbed Luo Yuming's ear: "Who told you to kiss me? Did you confess your feelings? No! You scared me half to death..."
"Didn't I say that?"
"You didn't!"
"..."
Ruan Qing'an's voice became hoarse with grievance: "You wouldn't tell me, so I thought you were going to get revenge on me. Luo Zhihong was in such a terrible state, I was terrified, and I almost thought you mistook me for—"
The young lady's voice trailed off, unable to utter the last words, but Luo Yuming knew that Ruan Qing'an had believed he was humiliating her from the very beginning...
Luo Yuming paused, then sighed again. He lifted Ruan Qing'an up slightly with his arm, his voice low and deep: "Are you still worried, Miss?"
"It's clearly you who I've been worried about all along."
Ruan Qing'an spoke in an ambiguous tone, and Luo Yuming was slightly taken aback, while she had already buried her face in his chest.
Luo Yuming never dared to say it, because he never believed that the unpredictable young lady would settle down with one person. He was worried that she would once again be fickle and insincere.
He was terrified...
After the thugs who had been taken away woke up, they led the secretary to find Ruan Tiantian, who was hiding in the old city.
Upon seeing the tattooed man and his group, Ruan Tiantian immediately pushed open the door: "How was it? Did you teach that bitch a lesson?"
The tattooed man and the thugs exchanged glances. His anger grew increasingly palpable. He shoved Ruan Tiantian inside and charged forward, fists clenched, yelling, "Damn it, it's all your fault!"
"Do you even know who you've messed with, you filthy slut? You still have the nerve to ask? What the hell are you asking? Who do you think you are? Go to hell!"
Inside the room, curses mingled with the dull thuds of punches landing. The secretary outside the door listened calmly, while taking out her phone to make a call: "Hello, I'm reporting the suspect's location."
More than half a month later, the Han family...
Hong Juan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Han Chengcai was wearing reading glasses and looking down at the recent situation of the Han Group.
He said, "The young man recommended by Ruan Ruan is indeed quite capable; he has handled these situations very well."
"It's mainly because they have a kind heart and know how to be grateful."
"That's true too."
As Han Chengcai was speaking, he suddenly asked, "Where is Ruan Ruan?"
Hong Juan showed him her WeChat message: "I just left with Luo Yuming today to go on a trip abroad. I was afraid you would scold me, so I ran off first."
"She's a grown woman, why am I talking to her?"
Han Chengcai was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "I'm just worried about her. That Luo Yuming is ruthless. Didn't you see what happened to Ruan Tiantian? She went to jail with her mother, and the whole Luo family is now homeless."
"Don't think too much about it. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."
"well……"
Han Chengcai also felt a headache coming on and stopped talking.
Meanwhile, abroad, Ruan Qing'an was having a great time with Luo Yuming. Under the scorching sun, she wore a short top and a high-waisted skirt, which made her figure look even more slender.
Ruan Qing'an stood by the fountain, playing on her phone, patiently waiting for Luo Yuming to buy her ice cream.
Just then, a voice rang out, and a blond, blue-eyed foreign youth stood in front of her, smiling brightly and warmly, saying, "Hello, may I have your contact information?"
Ruan Qingan raised an eyebrow slightly.
Luo Yuming happened to be walking over from not far away, holding an ice cream in one hand. He looked up and saw the two people, one tall and one short. Ruan Qing'an seemed to be being approached by someone.
His brows furrowed unconsciously, but he stopped walking—Luo Yuming had actually been considering locking up his young mistress, and he was always worried that Ruan Qing'an would do something bad again, so he wanted to stay far away from him.
He was surrounded by negative emotions, like a trapped beast struggling in the darkness, dragged down and falling.
A sinister desire spread, until—
"Hey Luo Yuming, my ice cream is melting!"
When he came to his senses, the foreign man was gone, and Ruan Qing'an jogged over, took a bite of the ice cream in his hand, and muttered, "What are you daydreaming about?"
"Who was that just now?"
"I'm so charming, aren't I?"
The pampered young lady snorted and poked Luo Yuming's somewhat dazed face: "Stop staring at me. There have been quite a few girls looking for you along the way."
Luo Yuming paused: "I ignored them."
Ruan Qing'an's leaden-gray eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Oh, so you're saying I'm paying attention to them?"
"...That's not necessarily true."
No sooner had Luo Yuming finished speaking than Ruan Qing'an suddenly stood on tiptoe, grabbed his collar with one hand, and kissed the corner of Luo Yuming's mouth. As if still not satisfied, she bit him hard again.
As their lips parted, Ruan Qing'an's voice was serious, her leaden eyes filled with only earnestness and focus. She spoke slowly and deliberately: "Luo Yuming, I like you, just like you."
In a foreign land, amidst the cacophony of voices, Luo Yuming seemed to hear only the pounding of each other's heartbeats and the soft, cotton-like touch on his lips.
The ice cream he was supposed to be holding suddenly fell to the ground. He hugged Ruan Qing'an tightly in his arms, almost like clinging to the last piece of driftwood. The shy young lady, on the other hand, was unhappy.
"Hey, ice cream!"
"Let me hug you for a bit, I'll buy it for you later."
Ruan Qing'an: ...Are you trying to coax a child?!
Although she was inwardly complaining, Ruan Qing'an still quietly hugged him back. Luo Yuming held her waist tightly, and the dark desires surging in his heart were gradually calmed down.
Thank you for choosing me time and time again, allowing me to love you more each day.
【Affection Level: 100】
...
After the system notification sound of 037 rang, the entire plane seemed to be paused, falling silent. Even while still in Luo Yuming's arms, Ruan Qing'an's leaden eyes were devoid of emotion, as if she were an actor whose curtain had fallen.
"Small system, next task, continue."
[...Aren't you going to leave a stand-in?]
"No need, it's not like I can't live without love."
Ruan Qing'an paused: "You're from the Main God Cult, learn something from them."
As the ball of light gradually withdrew Ruan Qing'an's consciousness, 037 subconsciously looked back at the original small world. Broken fragments filled the entire world, and the power of order was constantly pulling at 037.
Amidst the dense flow of data, one can vaguely discern human figures, their dark green eyes reflecting the surging data streams, resembling inorganic machines.
At this moment, subtle fluctuations finally began.
That supreme being is gradually awakening...
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