Chapter 120 He was so happy
Ian stood at the door, and his cold gaze softened a lot when he shifted to Qianzhi.
He heard what Theo said.
Interrupting the crown prince was not his style as a marshal, but the strong sense of crisis and panic in his subconscious made him almost subconsciously interrupt Theo's words and Qianzhi's answer.
He was afraid of Qianzhi's reply.
His little girl is innocent, gentle, and so gullible. Will she agree to Theo's request?
He was also afraid that her answer would be blunt and heartless, which would mean that they did not occupy enough of a place in her heart, or that her love for them only came from the lure of pheromones and her past as a messenger of God, with only compassionate love for humans.
Either way, it would cause him pain.
Moreover, he had been dreaming ever since the day the disaster ended.
Dreaming about the previous life.
In his dreams, he and she had spent countless beautiful nights together.
His broad back covered her, listening to her sweet and soft breathing and the sound of her calling his name.
Her eyes were filled with infinite love for him, and her whole body exuded his scent.
Until the night fades away and the morning light begins to appear.
She lay in his arms, sleeping soundly.
Ian is willing to stay trapped in such a dream for the rest of his life and never wake up.
Now, seeing the vivid girl right in front of him, the beautiful scenes in his dream instantly flooded into his mind.
Fine beads of sweat instantly broke out on the back of his neck and his spine felt numb.
He is no longer taking suppressants.
He used to inject inhibitors every once in a while, not only to prevent himself from being affected by pheromones, but also because he hoped to attract Qianzhi not just by pheromones, but by himself.
His enthusiasm for pheromones is actually not much better than Theo's, who has skin and pheromone sensitivities.
He was also afraid that becoming like that would scare Chie.
But now, Ian has other considerations and has changed his habit of taking suppressants regularly.
"Ian."
The ears sensitively caught Qianzhi's voice.
The man standing at the door slowly came back to his senses, but the red spot on the tip of his ear seemed to reveal his complicated and strange heart.
"Qianqian, I heard you woke up, so I brought some desserts you might like."
Ian walked over to Theo as he spoke, and he looked at Theo for a moment without leaving any trace.
The latter's brows were slightly raised, and his expression was gloomy and unclear.
The two large cats looked at each other calmly, then looked away.
A moment of tension and years of tacit understanding collided at this moment and then disappeared in an instant.
Qianzhi sniffed lightly and vaguely smelled the cool mint scent coming from Ian.
Also, there was a sweet and fishy smell that had rarely appeared before. It was very sticky and wrapped around her nose like spider silk, a bit like the smell of a sunny day.
It's like a man who is always gentle and serious, tearing off a little of the disguised restraint to reveal the wild face underneath.
"Cake? You know exactly what Qianqian likes, Ian."
Theo brought the topic back to the previous topic.
"I believe Qianqian prefers the taste of my pheromones to those made with industrial saccharin."
He leaned over and kissed the ends of Qianzhi's hair, his golden eyes sparkling:
"But, it's true that I was abrupt, Qianqian. Compared to our previous agreement, your mood and smile are more important than anything else."
Theo rarely saw the girl's serene, carefree smile from the moment the "door" appeared.
So he was reluctant to destroy it.
But the fingers he was touching her about to move away were pinched by Qianzhi.
The girl blinked and slowly applied force with her fingertips, as if giving him a new promise.
"I did lie to you then, Theo," she shook Theo's finger. "The Disaster was too close to us then, so I wanted to get away from you as quickly as possible, find the Disaster, and put an end to it with him—"
Her lips were blocked by Theo's big hand, and his expression was somewhat painful:
"——Qianqian, I don't allow you to say that word. Nothing will happen to you, ever."
The palm of his hand was wet, with the warm breath spreading from her lips. He lowered his head to look into Qianzhi's curved green eyes and heard her promise.
"Well, there won't be any more."
Qianzhi has been wondering about one thing since she woke up.
She did see the interstellar consciousness in her trance, so perhaps He really still exists in this world.
Since He exists, why didn't He absorb her back into His body and even return all her mental power?
And uh, where on earth did he go?
As for herself, her previous mission seemed to have come to an end, leaving her feeling a little lost in the blank time.
And is there anything else she can do?
Finally, because of spiritual comfort and the responsibilities on her shoulders, she has not been able to face her feelings. Should she give herself a clearer answer now?
Qianzhi raised her head and looked seriously into Xiochan's golden eyes.
"Give me a little more time, Theo," she lowered her head again thoughtfully, "this time, let me catch up with you."
Her emotions are duller than those of real humans, so she still needs some time to sort out her thoughts. She will no longer escape and will even take the initiative to explore.
The guards outside the door made sharp explosions.
What did he he he he hear? Lord Qianzhi is going to pursue His Highness?
Doesn't our Highness no longer have to hold the dodder doll and shed tears?
"Chase me?" Theo's pupils suddenly dilated, his lips trembled, and he spoke incoherently.
He thought Qianzhi would ignore all his love and pursuit as she did before, but he didn't expect that the stone he had been throwing into the valley with perseverance would one day fly back into his palm.
Moreover, the young seedlings on the mountain extended branches called "care" to him.
"Qianqian means that she will catch up with your unique, imaginative, and leap-forward thinking, Your Highness."
Ian next to him still had a calm expression, but every word he uttered was filled with chill, and extremely tiny ice crystals spread from his body.
He is always concise and seldom uses a string of adjectives to represent the strong jealousy he exudes.
This made Theo raise an eyebrow.
"Marshal, Qianqian really likes my detached thinking. What do you think?"
"I don't think so. I don't think it has anything to do with you. It's just that Qianqian is too gentle to you." Ian's tone became increasingly cold and hard.
"Really?" Theo leaned close to Qianzhi's face. Her delicate features and charming, gentle peach blossom eyes raised upwards. "Then, Qianqian, if you want to catch up with me, can you kiss me now?"
Before he finished speaking, the little hands pinched his chin and gently kissed the corner of his lips.
It was as light as snowflakes falling on the lips, but it seemed to burn the blond man's lips like a raging fire.
He was like a young boy who had just fallen in love, with his pretty cheeks flushed.
This time, it had nothing to do with spiritual comfort, she really gave him a pure kiss.
Shit, he was so happy.
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