Qing Yanjing Relented; She Needed a Little Time

After being pulled into Meng Chen's embrace, Qing Yanjing's entire body stiffened.

Body against body, heart against heart.

Even with the mountains between them, Qing Yanjing could feel how steady and powerful his heartbeat was. Once... twice... three times... like some majestic drum, forming a stark contrast with her own heart, which was in complete chaos.

She thought again of that day, of how taut her body had been, stretched straight from head to toe as though something invisible had pierced through her from head to foot.

"Hah! Let, let go of me... Release me! What kind of behavior is this..."

Qing Yanjing almost wanted to take those words back.

Even she knew how incoherent and weak they sounded.

Meng Chen looked down at her, with no intention whatsoever of loosening his arms.

He could feel the soft, warm, fragrant body in his arms trembling slightly, like a cat suddenly caught by someone it knew, hesitating over whether to scratch him with its claws or curl into a ball.

Meng Chen liked this version of Qing Yanjing so much he nearly went mad, but he had to restrain that affection.

Leaning close to her ear, Meng Chen whispered, "Aunt Qing, you can't run away. I truly like you. If I don't take the initiative and tell you, I'm afraid I still won't get an answer from you even after ten thousand years. I don't want to wait."

Upon hearing that, Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes flickered intensely.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask, "What gives you the right not to wait?" Yet the words remained stuck in her throat, impossible to say.

Qing Yanjing felt Meng Chen's warmth passing through their clothes. It made her face flush, her heart race, and sweat pour from her body, leaving her sticky all