With his eyes covered, his other senses became unusually sensitive: the sound of approaching footsteps, the vague silhouette of a person, and the extremely faint, cold fragrance.
The man leaned over and lifted her chin with his cool fingers.
The terrible situation and unfamiliar environment made her a little nervous and afraid. She was forced to raise her slender neck, and He Yanqing heard her short exhalation.
His dark eyes looked her up and down with a new look. For the first time, he realized how fragile she was, and how frightened she looked like a trapped animal.
But it was this kind of her that made him so deeply infatuated with her.
"You're mine," he whispered. "Mine alone."
Yu Huan shook his head, unable to speak, and could only whimper.
"Don't want to?" He Yanqing's voice suddenly turned colder, but seeing her predicament of having nowhere to escape, he quickly calmed down, gently stroking her face, his tone gentle to a chilling degree.
"How have I treated you badly? I am your husband, your future husband. I love you, respect you, and like you. You can get anything you want from me..."
He wanted to dig out his heart and give it to her. When he spoke of the touching parts, his fingers trembled and his voice became unclear as if he was crying.
"But you still went to find someone else."
He paused briefly before finally saying this sentence, his voice sounding desolate and broken at the end.
"What's so good about them? You just left me like that and went out to hang out with them."
He Yanqing seemed to be in a state of obsession. The corners of his upturned eyes turned red. He said miserably, "You have everyone in your heart, but not me."
Yu Huan was lying down and he was squatting. Yu Huan was tied up and he was free to move. It was obvious that he was in a dominant position. His tone was cold and numb, but the look in his eyes when he looked at her was a kind of piety that he himself did not even know was there.
Hate was born out of love. In the final analysis, what I wanted to pray for was still her love.
He kept saying, "You don't even want to accompany me, but you can be so close to a man selling buns on the street."
Perhaps because he thought of the scene at that time, his tone suddenly became sharp, making people's heads numb.
Yu Huan was stunned by his yelling. When he didn't know how to react, he suddenly felt a chill on his collarbone.
It was like... a teardrop fell on her.
Yu Huan felt a little distressed.
However, the next second, the collar was torn open slightly, and the shadow in front of his eyes became heavier.
He Yanqing trembled and bent down.
If she doesn't kiss him, he will kiss her. She can't run away anyway... He thought so, but his heart was filled with sadness.
For a man as upright and reserved as him, to do such a thing was undoubtedly an admission that he was not the one she loved and that he could only force her in a despicable way.
There were still traces of tears on her face. He Yanqing bit the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth and pulled it out. His behavior was almost weird and unlike him.
However, he was happy in his heart.
If this was the only way to gain her affection, then he would accept it.
He glared at her coldly, waiting for her to say something that showed her hatred towards him, and then he would kiss her with hatred.
He Yanqing appeared indifferent on the surface, but he cared extremely much in his heart, staring at her lips.
However, the first thing she said was: "Yan Qing..."
She called his name, her voice full of twists and turns, as if there were many emotions in it, but no hatred.
He Yanqing was stunned, with a feeling of darkness and evil squeezed in his chest.
She couldn't see him, and first touched his shoulder, then vaguely moved closer, shouting: "Yan Qing, don't be sad, when you are sad I will feel sad too, I feel so sad..."
He Yanqing became uncontrollably flustered and completely forgot about himself. He subconsciously hugged her, thinking about how to make her feel less uncomfortable.
Her warm body leaned against his, and she pressed against him, with an unprecedented intimacy and tenderness.
The side of her face rubbed against his chest.
He Yanqing looked at her with his head down, confused and at a loss. He could hardly feel his own emotions, only his heart was beating loudly, almost jumping out.
"How could I not like you?" She explained softly, "Have you forgotten the time when I came to the He Mansion to look for you and the happy days when we went out to play together? If I didn't like you, why would I come to look for you..."
Her words were like a kite string, pulling He Yanqing's thoughts back to the beautiful and short memories of the past.
He was trapped in those dreamlike days, and he was about to be unable to get out. With tears and sobs, he revealed his softest inner self to his beloved who responded to him:
"I thought you didn't want me anymore. I was afraid that you would forget me if you had them."
Yu Huan immediately said: "Yan Qing is different, the most special. I can forget anyone but Yan Qing. I like Yan Qing..."
As she spoke, the wall in He Yanqing's heart collapsed. He almost trembled. He began to regret why he was so impulsive, regretted showing such a shameful side of himself in front of her, how could he be worthy of her love...
But the person in his arms turned his head away.
Her eyes were still blindfolded, so she couldn't see the direction clearly. She first moved closer to him tentatively, and her first kiss landed on his chin. The second time, she finally found the right spot and kissed him for real.
"I didn't know Yan Qing wanted to kiss me. I thought a decent man like you would only be willing to do this after marriage. I was afraid of flirting with you." She explained reasonably.
After marriage.
She was still willing to marry him.
He Yanqing's face flushed, feeling guilty for not being reserved. She clearly cherished him, but he misunderstood her...
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