"Power?"
Ye Jinghong was stunned.
"Yes." Shen Zhiyi nodded. "In this world, true love changes in an instant. Everything is like quicksand on your fingertips, fleeting."
"For example, the marriage between the Ye and Chen families was just about exchanging the eldest sister, and it was done. It was just a matter of someone else's words."
“Power is the only thing that cannot be denied.”
"All I've ever wanted in my life is this peace of mind that no one else can take away."
She paused and said, "I don't think my personality is what Master Ye imagined."
"Since the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Ye Family intend to match you with my eldest sister, and you have tacitly agreed to this, then you can live with my eldest sister."
"Don't think about other things anymore."
After she finished speaking, she walked around him and left.
Ye Jinghong froze in place.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned around and chased in her direction.
…
Shen Zhiyi arrived at the Zen courtyard.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Zhuoxu's tightly closed door.
She lowered her eyes in thought.
If you want to thank him, you might as well change to the flowing cloud brocade to appear more sincere.
Thinking of this, she turned around and walked towards her room.
Just opened the door.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows and pulled her in!
The world was spinning.
The wooden door slammed shut.
A large palm firmly covered her lips, cutting off her scream.
The other hand was placed across her waist.
She was pressed between the broad, warm embrace and the cold door.
While Shen Zhiyi was frightened, he smelled a familiar scent of agarwood and storax.
It was a scent that belonged only to him, a quiet yet burning scent.
My fingertips touched the corner of the robe with a unique texture.
Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
It’s Yan Zhuoxu.
"Hmm..." She raised her eyes and looked at the face in the dark shadows.
But he met a pair of bottomless eyes.
His eyes, which usually seemed calm, now seemed to be burning with a dark fire, scorching hot, as if they were staring through her.
Yan Zhuoxu leaned forward and approached, his figure completely covering him.
The voice that always chanted scriptures and mantras, which always brought peace of mind, was now terribly hoarse. Every word seemed to be ground out from the throat, carrying with it a hot and dangerous breath that was on the verge of losing control.
"Have you finished catching up?"
Shen Zhiyi's breathing suddenly became rapid.
The red lips exhaled, as if wanting to say his name.
Soft lips moved against his palm.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes darkened.
Let go.
But the big hand pressing against her waist was gripping tightly, with a kind of punishing force, clamping her like an iron hoop, pushing her a few inches closer to him.
“Master…” Shen Zhiyi blushed slightly and turned his head away, “You’re too close…”
"close?"
Yan Zhuoxu pulled her wrist, slowly moved around behind her, and held her with one big hand.
She was fully before him.
Soft, leaving no room for resistance.
His Adam's apple rolled.
Staring at the taut lines on her slender neck, a faint light climbed up there, illuminating a line of white.
His eyes suddenly became as dark as a deep pool.
Youyou said, "When you greeted Ye Jinghong, you didn't seem to keep much distance."
"Why, now that I'm here, I know how to keep my distance?"
His voice was low, rustling beside my ears.
It felt light and airy, yet there was an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if it were a question.
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyelashes.
Before he could explain, Ye Jinghong's voice suddenly came from the door.
"Miss, I remember everything you said just now."
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