In his nostrils, the faint floral scent of the girl still lingered.
In his mind, the feeling of holding her in his arms just moments ago resurfaced uncontrollably.
That kind of feeling...
It was intoxicating, mesmerizing.
He wished he could hold her like this, forever and ever...
But...
He couldn't rush things.
He had to move forward slowly.
If he took too big a step...
His Zhenbao would retreat from his world.
Just like ten years ago, vanishing completely, leaving not a trace.
Leaving him searching for ten years.
Until her主动 appearance, they were finally reunited.
This time...
He would absolutely never let her leave his world again.
-
As soon as Ming Zheng returned to her small apartment, she threw herself onto the sofa, cupping her flushed face.
She felt something was off with her.
Especially in front of Chi Xian!
Normally, her mindset was: Men only hinder my drawing speed!
Besides her senior brothers and the people from the Mo Sect, there were never any other members of the opposite sex around her.
Was it because...
She had seen him naked.
And coupled with his face, which fit her aesthetic perfectly.
So, subconsciously... she felt she should take responsibility for it?
That's why she was so tolerant of Chi Xian?
Ahhh!
When it came to feelings, she truly couldn't understand or figure them out.
Were there tutorials?
She wanted to see what was the reason for her tolerance towards Chi Xian!
Just as Ming Zheng was deep in thought, clutching her head.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Ming Zheng answered, and heard Mo Qiyu's wailing voice from the other end of the phone: "Baby! Baby! Are you okay? Did that scoundrel Chi Xian do anything to you? Where are you now, I'll come find you immediately!"
Amidst his wailing, there was also indignant anger.
Ming Zheng pulled the phone away, and after Mo Qiyu finished his outburst, she spoke: "I'm home."
"Home? Where's Chi Gou?" Mo Qiyu asked aggressively.
Ming Zheng: "He left."
Mo Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Good that he left, good that he left!"
Ming Zheng: "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, of course!" Mo Qiyu suddenly raised his voice and asked in a questioning tone, "What's going on between you two? At the foot of Yin Yang Mountain, I saw you two doing head pats and hugging each other, you were just short of kissing and being carried!"
Head pats?
Hugging?
Close proximity?
Did she and Chi Xian... get that intimate just now?
Ming Zheng thought for a moment: "Chi Xian said he's pursuing me."
"That scoundrel definitely has ulterior motives for you, baby, listen to me, let's interact less with that scoundrel from now on..."
Mo Qiyu continued to ramble on, earnestly advising Ming Zheng to stay away from that scoundrel Chi Xian.
Before he could finish speaking, Ming Zheng's words shocked him into a howl: "Wh-wh-what! What did you say?!"
Ming Zheng repeated: "He said he wants to pursue me."
"Fuck!!!"
Mo Qiyu couldn't hold back and blurted out a curse, his face contorting: "That scoundrel, he dares to covet the grass near his own patch! He's not even human!"
"Baby, don't believe his nonsense! He definitely has ulterior motives towards you, don't be fooled by his face!"
Ming Zheng was silent for a moment: "His face... honestly, it is quite deceptive."
"You, you! Do you mean to say my face, or your senior brothers' faces, can't compare to his?" Mo Qiyu asked exasperatedly.
Ming Zheng: "...That's not entirely true."
Mo Qiyu's handsomeness was too refined; interacting with him felt more like sisterly affection.
Her seven senior brothers were also breathtakingly handsome, each with their own unique style.
But only Chi Xian...
His face seemed to have been sculpted meticulously, stroke by stroke, according to her preferences and aesthetics.
"Ming Zheng, don't tell me you've really been mesmerized by Chi Xian's face?" Mo Qiyu listened to Ming Zheng's tone and found it completely off.
"I don't know," Ming Zheng replied honestly.
Regarding Chi Xian's confession and pursuit.
At first, she didn't believe it.
But Chi Xian's eyes, expression, and tone were all so sincere.
He might be serious.
Ming Zheng lowered her raven-feather-like eyelashes and continued, "Actually, you don't need to worry so much."
"Even if Chi Xian knows my identity in the Mo Sect, I've already been away from the Mo Sect for a year, and I haven't had any contact with the Mo Sect during this time. Now... I won't be going back."
"Right now, I have nothing, I am nothing, what can he possibly want from me?"
Even through the phone, Ming Zheng could hear Mo Qiyu grinding his teeth on the other end.
"What does he want from you? He wants you!" Mo Qiyu said through gritted teeth, his tone fierce, "No! I'm going to challenge that scoundrel to a duel! I absolutely will not let that scoundrel snatch away my precious cabbage!"
With that, he quickly hung up the phone.
Ming Zheng listened to the sound of the call disconnecting from her phone, her long lashes blinking slightly.
Her gaze landed on the vast white ceiling, a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.
No one had taught her how to handle such unfamiliar emotions.
The books her master had given her to read also contained no tutorials on such feelings.
Now...
Her mood was quite complex.
-
In the spacious VIP ward.
Ming Yanlun opened his eyes with some difficulty.
The glaring light and the white background stung his eyes.
He wanted to reach up and shield his eyes.
But with the slightest movement.
A tearing pain shot through his entire body.
His hand had no strength at all.
"Rou'er..."
After a long while, his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness.
He spoke in a hoarse voice, moving his head with difficulty, trying to find Ming Zhi Rou's figure.
He realized he was in a hospital ward.
The room was empty.
Only the sound of footsteps occasionally passed by outside the door.
Ming Yanlun lay on the bed for a while before piecing together his memories, bit by bit.
Racing.
Brake failure.
He almost flew off the track.
Ming Zheng...
Ming Zheng used her car to block him from flying off the track.
She also used her car to forcefully stop his car!
Ming Zheng!
Thinking of Ming Zheng, Ming Yanlun's pupils suddenly widened, and he struggled to get up from the bed.
But the pain in his body was beyond his imagination.
Let alone getting up.
Just moving felt like his body was being dismembered, causing unbearable pain.
"Ge Lun!"
From outside the door, a teenage boy in his late teens or early twenties, with dyed yellow hair, rushed in.
Upon seeing Ming Yanlun awake.
He quickly rushed over, pressed the call button, and then hurried to the bedside, pressing the restless Ming Yanlun back onto the hospital bed, "Ge Lun, you can't move around now! If you keep moving, your injuries might not heal, and you'll be ruined!"
Ming Yanlun's open eyes gradually widened, staring fixedly at the young man in front of him: "Yu Lang, what are you saying?"
This young man was Kong Yurang, the little follower who always trailed behind Ming Yanlun.
He was also present at the Yin Yang Mountain race this time.
Kong Yurang showed a hint of hesitation on his face, carefully deliberating before saying, "Ge Lun, don't get agitated, calm down and listen to me."
"Let's look on the bright side, at least you managed to save your life, right?"