"I'm no longer the useless person I once was," Cen Ji said in a steady voice. "Now, no matter what you want, I can give it to you."
Yan Ying pursed her lips and looked at the man sitting in front of her.
Seven years is enough to transform a person from the inside out.
The man in front of her, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, was indeed no longer the man she was familiar with.
He looked noble and indifferent at the moment, with a clear jawline that was slightly bluish, and his deep eyes looked at her softly.
Yan Ying always knew that Cen Ji was good-looking, but she had never looked at him so carefully and directly.
The midday sun was very warm, shining through the window onto Yan Ying's skirt, making her legs a little hot.
Yan Ying looked at Cen Ji quietly, and in an instant even her breathing became cautious.
Cen Ji didn't say anything else, and the room became very quiet.
When hearing is not used, other senses will be amplified ineffectively.
Yan Ying could smell the faint scent of incense on Cen Ji at this moment. The scent was like pine wood dried in the warm sun after the snow, like a breeze blowing across the grass by the lake, bringing with it a burst of fresh water vapor.
The two of them were so close that Yan Ying's cheeks felt hot unconsciously.
Cen Ji seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere and took a long breath.
He looked at the little ghost in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the strong beating made him feel hot all over.
Yan Ying lowered her eyes and pursed her hot lips.
It was really hard for her not to think too much in this atmosphere. Before she entered the book, she liked reading some corny novels and was very familiar with these plots that made people smile.
But she had only seen it in books or on the screen and had no practical experience.
At this moment, she didn't know what was wrong. She was obviously too shy and blushing, but she had an impulse in her heart. She wanted to get close to Chen Ji and possess him unscrupulously.
Maybe...she could give it a try.
Cen Jire's throat was a little dry, but he just sat there with his back straight and didn't move.
He really wanted to pull the little girl into his arms and hold her under him, but he also felt that she shouldn't be desecrated by him like this.
He wasn't ready yet, and he didn't dare do anything to her.
Over the years, Cen Ji often wondered, if the little ghost hadn't possessed Yan Ying's body, where would she have gone? How would he have been able to see her?
If she got angry with him, would she leave him alone and never let him find her again?
She had said she was a fairy, and he believed her.
If she was not a fairy, how could she come to him like a god? She pulled him out of the mire and washed off the mud on his body.
He loved her very much, he loved her terribly.
His little ghost should be the cleanest and whitest thing in the world. No one can own her, nor is anyone worthy of owning her.
"I have some things that I haven't dealt with yet..." Cen Ji felt that he couldn't stay here any longer. He couldn't control his imagination and his body.
Cen Ji stood up and wanted to escape quickly.
Yan Ying also stood up along with Cen Ji.
Yan Ying didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Cen Ji and pushed his tall body against the wall.
Cen Ji had never been on guard against Yan Ying, so when he leaned against the hard wall, he looked down at Yan Ying in surprise.
Yan Ying didn't give Cen Ji a chance to be shocked. She leaned over on tiptoe and pressed on Cen Ji.
Cen Ji quickly opened his arms to catch Yan Ying's body, and his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist.
Cen Ji only felt that his body was even hotter than before. He could feel the softness on Yan's chest, and her soft and boneless body was pressed tightly against him.
"Cen Ji, how old are you this year?" Yan Ying asked softly, her sweet breath blowing on Cen Ji's face.
Cen Ji was much taller than Yan Ying. He had to hug Yan Ying and lower his head to get closer to her little face.
"Twenty-three years old." Cen Ji's earlobes were flushed, and his low voice was particularly restrained.
Yan Ying wrapped her arms around Cen Ji's neck and hung her whole body on him. Cen Ji's back remained straight as if he didn't feel any weight.
"You...you said you liked me back then, but what about now? We haven't seen each other for seven years. Do you have someone else in your heart?" Yan Ying tilted her neck and lingered her gaze on Cen Ji's face.
She remembered that when she first met him, he was still a teenager. In the blink of an eye, he was already twenty-three years old and of marriageable age.
Cen Ji's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the hand holding Yan Ying's waist suddenly used some strength, as if he wanted to press Yan Ying into his body.
"You are the only one in my heart. It has always been like this and it will not change in the future." Cen Ji said sincerely.
Yan Ying's eyes were slightly red, and she suddenly pushed down on Cen Ji's arm, using the force to lean forward.
Before Cen Ji could react, he saw Yan Ying's little face enlarged in front of him, and there was a soft touch on his lips.
Cen Ji was horrified and silently let Yan Ying kiss his lips.
She seemed to have never done this before and didn't know how to pry his mouth open, so she just pressed his lips gently.
Slowly, Cen Ji's breathing became heavier, the veins on the hand placed on Yan Ying's waist bulged, and one hand slowly moved upwards.
Yan Ying was just about to end the dragonfly-like kiss, but before she could relax and move her body downwards, she felt a large, hot hand placed behind her head, holding her head down so that she could not leave him.
Cen Ji hugged Yan Ying tightly, pressed Yan Ying's head, and deepened the kiss with unstable breathing.
At first, he just rubbed Yan Ying's lips gently, unwilling to use any strength.
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