Jun Lintian glanced at the crowd, his lips twitching slightly. He had just lied to her, but he hadn't expected Murong Zheng to actually come!
He coughed lightly a few times, feigning a cough, and said, "Since your second brother has come to see you, then you should..."
Turning around, the words that were on the tip of her tongue got stuck in her throat, and there was no sign of Murong Ning anywhere in front of her!
Junlintian: ······
Thinking of what Murong Ning had just said, Jun Lintian's eyes darkened. Was she finally leaving? Then he would be missing out on a lot of fun...
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"Xiaoting, Xiaoting, Axiu..."
Zhenyuan rushed to the Wen family as fast as he could. The corpses along the way were shocking. At the same time, he secretly prayed that Xiaoting would be alright!
Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground in front of the Wen family's house, Zhenyuan felt uneasy and slowed down. He looked at the Wen family's house so close at hand, but dared not step forward. He was afraid that he would see some unimaginable scenes.
He clenched his fist, but still went inside.
The silence inside was eerily quiet, and Zhenyuan's unease grew. When he entered the courtyard, his attention was drawn to the blood-stained clothes on the ground—Xiaoting's clothes…
Zhenyuan's hands and feet were trembling, and his eyes were slightly red. He walked step by step to the blood-stained clothes and collapsed to the ground.
"Xiaoting..."
Tick-tock—
Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. It was the first time he had ever cried in his life, and he sobbed silently.
"Fatty Zhen?"
A voice that was all too familiar came from behind him. Zhenyuan froze on the spot and turned around in disbelief, only to see Wen Longting looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Fatty Zhen, what's wrong with you...?"
A gust of wind swept by, and Wen Longting was enveloped in shadow, surrounded by his aura. Her body stiffened, and she dared not move. Thump—her heartbeat seemed to slow down for a moment, then quickly accelerated.
In that instant, everything around seemed to disappear.
Having known each other for so long, this was the first time the two had ever made such an intimate gesture.
"Xiaoting, I'm so glad you're alright. I thought... I thought you..."
Zhenyuan's voice was trembling with tears. It was the first time Wen Longting had ever seen him so out of control. After a long pause, she stammered, "Fatty, you...you're holding me too tightly!"
"When I saw the blood-stained clothes on the ground, I almost thought something had happened to you. If something had really happened to you, I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life. I should have left you in the palace last night."
Zhenyuan seemed not to hear her words, holding her tightly without loosening his grip, and continued talking to himself.
"No, you...you let me go first!"
Wen Longting watched as Wen Longxiu approached from not far away, while Zhen Yuan in front of her seemed to have some incredible strength, remaining unmoved no matter how much she struggled.
Their eyes met, and Wen Longxiu froze on the spot. After realizing what had happened, she quickly walked back.
At this moment, Wen Longting's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died!
This is terrible, there's no way to explain it now!
The man on top of her, however, remained completely unaware: "I won't let go, I'll never let go again!"
"You fatso, if you don't let me go, I'm going to get angry!"
Upon hearing this, Zhenyuan immediately released her. Wen Longting reflexively took a few steps back. Afraid that she would fall, Zhenyuan quickly grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, she unexpectedly fell onto him, the action ambiguous and intimate.
Zhenyuan: ······
Wen Longting: ······
"You fatso, haven't you hugged enough?"
Wen Longting stepped on Zhenyuan's instep, and Zhenyuan cried out in pain. The two quickly distanced themselves.
"How come I never noticed you were such a pervert before? Fatty Zhen, you've gotten quite bold, haven't you? Daring to take advantage of me!"
Zhenyuan's face turned red to her ears: "Xiaoting, I...I was worried about you, I thought you..."
Wen Longting then noticed that he was holding her clothes, which were stained with blood, leading him to mistakenly believe that something had happened to her. Looking at his slightly reddened eyes, a warm feeling washed over her.
"Fatty Zhen, I'm sorry to have worried you, but look, I'm fine now!"
Looking at her, Zhenyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of determination: "There's something I... I want to tell you..."
"What's wrong? Why are you stammering?" Wen Longting looked at Zhenyuan with a puzzled expression.
"Xiaoting, I... I like you. I've liked you for a very, very long time. Will you be my princess consort?"
Wen Longting was stunned by his sudden confession!
But seeing his serious expression, Wen Longting managed a weak smile.
"Fatty Zhen, what nonsense are you talking about? We're brothers, best buddies! Best buddies, don't you understand? It's inappropriate for you to say these things to me..."
For some reason, Fatty Zhen became bolder and stared intently at Wen Longting as he walked towards her step by step until he was pinned against the wall with nowhere to go.
"What...what do you want to do?"
"Xiaoting, I don't want to be your brother or your best friend. I like you, I like you so much... I will marry no one but you in this life."
Wen Longting looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, sighed softly, and closed her eyes.
ah--
A scream echoed through the courtyard.
"Go to hell!"
"Let me see if your brain has been eaten away by demonic energy?"
Zhenyuan covered his face, looking at Wen Longting in disbelief. For the first time, he realized that Xiaoting was so clueless about romance. He was clearly... confessing his feelings so earnestly!
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