Shen Qianshan's brows furrowed tightly. "I..."
Suddenly, her lips were gently touched by the pad of a finger.
"Shh."
Feng Yuan pulled out a silver spear from somewhere, and dangerously yet seductively moved it upwards from his lower abdomen, matching the handcuffs, inexplicably alluring.
President Shen's muscles tensed, and his brain, which had finally returned to normal functioning, crashed again.
Love is a game for the brave, a gamble for adventurers.
Feng Yuan, overcome by lust, decided to take a gamble the moment he saw the man's name on the death list.
At this moment, the beautiful assassin, handcuffed, pressed her usual silver gun against the man's throat, her teasing revealing a lingering, dangerous tension.
Looking into those wolf-like eyes that could easily ignite a desire for conquest, he softly commanded:
"And you, Shen Qianshan, have no right to refuse."
"Tsk tsk tsk! Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman!"
On the soft, comfortable bed, Wen Jiu rolled over, holding her phone, and pointed to the text of a novel on the screen, saying to the little Feng Chi doll, "This is love!"
A soft laugh suddenly reached my ears.
Wen Jiu keenly sensed the mockery in the other person's tone and jumped up as if her hair had been blown off.
As the two became more familiar with each other, he seemed even more lively in private than on camera, immediately pointing his finger at the man and demanding, "What are you laughing at?!"
Feng Chi raised his eyes, the smile in them undiminished.
Wen Jiu suddenly realized that pointing at someone was impolite, but since she had already projected her power, it wouldn't be good to retract it halfway.
So Wen Jiu curled up the tip of her finger, pointing half of it at him, and said, "What are you laughing at?!"
"It's nothing, don't laugh at me..."
I'm so glad I brought home such a lovely wife.
Feng Chi laughed uncontrollably. He had never shown his emotions so openly before. At this moment, he grabbed the cute kitten with both hands and gave it a series of passionate kisses, kissing it until it was whimpering and its limbs were weak before he finally let it go.
Feng Chi covered Wen Jiu, holding him close as he looked at the novel on his phone.
Love Begins After Marriage: The Rough-Hearted Prince Spoils Her to the Bone
Feng Chi:...
Haha! Didn't expect that, did you?
Wen Jiu wriggled out of his arms, shook her disheveled hair, and tapped the novel's homepage. "How could Dad possibly not find romance novels?"
"But..." Feng Chi opened the list expressionlessly, "Are you sure you want to read it all to find inspiration?"
Wen Jiu stared at the 2.457 million words and fell into deep thought.
Half a minute later, Wen Jiu threw down her phone and headbutted Xiao Feng Chi, "What are we going to do? What exactly does it mean to feel sweet and romantic?"
Suddenly, someone grabbed Wen Xiaojiu's chin, forcing her to stop her madness.
Her peach-blossom eyes blinked slightly, and their eyes met.
After a long pause, the man sighed silently.
"I thought you'd finally figured it out by this season of the dating reality show." Feng Chi kissed his lips. "It's like how you feel when you see me, you silly wife."
But aren't we both married? Wen Xiaojiu thought.
Online, people clearly say that dating is dating, and marriage is marriage.
"I'll teach you." Feng Chi chuckled softly, then leaned in for another kiss, his warm palm pressed against his chest. "Listen."
In the quiet room, the sound of disordered breathing mingled with the soft rustling of clothes, yet Wen Jiu still felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest where her hand was covering her.
"The feeling of every kiss you give me, the feeling of watching my heart race uncontrollably, the feeling of you saying you love me in front of the camera, and like now..."
The man's gentle voice was low and seductive as he wrapped one arm around the boy's slender waist, which he instinctively arched.
Her gaze, filled with the lingering warmth of spring, calmly met the depths of the peach blossoms.
He said softly, "Looking up at me, as if trying to get a response."
Wen Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly. In her hazy state, the hand that was wrapped around the man's neck seemed to be burned. She wanted to pull it back, but the embrace became even tighter.
Two hearts drew near, their breaths mingled, and the temperature rose.
" Feng Chi, Feng Chi..." Wen Jiu opened her moist eyes and clung tightly to him, " Feng Chi..."
The man chuckled softly again.
"Baby, I love you."
Feng Chi took Wen Jiu's hand and gently placed it over his heart, letting him feel his heartbeat.
I would give my life to love you.
Wen Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her moist, reddened peach blossom eyes looked at him blankly.
He still doesn't understand why the heart beating so loudly beneath his palm carries such intense love.
Like a spark in the night, once ignited, it spread across the wilderness.
A passionate kiss traveled down her smooth neck.
Before long, Wen Jiu suddenly opened her eyes wide, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.
Clearly, Teacher Feng's teaching is not free.
Two days later, Wen Jiu finished recording her single and walked out of the recording studio.
Suddenly I looked up and almost cried from emotion!
"What's wrong?" Qu Feng patted his artist's shoulder, thinking he was dissatisfied. "Is there a problem?"
"No." Wen Jiu shook her head, "Waaah, Brother Qu, I need to go back to dance practice."
"... come on."
The day of the competition arrived quickly.
As usual, Feng Chi sent people to the elevator platform, refueled and recharged them, and then exchanged a glance with director Zhang Guoliang.
Zhang Guoliang gave an OK sign.
Wen Jiu's outfit this time was more casual, a white shirt paired with black jeans, and a black lace ribbon wrapped around her left wrist, on which a delicate rose bloomed.
The music begins.
Wen Jiu in the center of the stage, looked up, her smile relaxed and light.
When he opened his mouth, his clear, clean, and sweet boyish voice rang out.
My heart keeps pounding when I meet you
Encounter your destiny and accept your command of love.
Please start this "love project" immediately...
Wen Jiu raised her hand in salute, her plain ring reflecting the pale blue light.
A wave of cheers erupted from the audience, and the male fan screamed at the top of his lungs, "Wife--"
Wen Jiu smiled brightly, curled her fingers and made a tapping motion on the head, the transition of the movement was smooth and beautiful.
"Baby, I love you without being reminded."
I'm not afraid of racking my brains.
Holding your hand, we'll see the world's scenery.
Walking through every rose-filled wasteland
You are the brightest Star in my dark world...
As the lyrics reached the penultimate line, rose petals began to fall from the sky.
The boy stood in a shower of roses, stretching out his arms freely, his supple waist arching gently backward to the music.
Like devout believers embracing a deity.
As the music reached its climax, a soul-stirring high note resounded across the stage, lasting for twenty-two seconds and hovering steadily above the spacious venue.
The brilliant, clear high notes struck right to the top of the head, giving the entire audience goosebumps!
[Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!! I feel like I've been completely purified!!!!]
[Ahhhhhh this scene! Does anyone understand this scene?! My wife is so beautiful!!!]
[Rose and boy are a perfect match! I'm going crazy!]
[I will always be a fan of my wife's stage performances. Every time I listen, I get a tingling sensation on my scalp—it's so refreshing and invigorating!!!]
[Don't doubt it, this is what it feels like to take off from the top of your head, haha]
[What a clear and pure voice! My wife's smile is so genuine!]
[It's so sweet, but for some reason I feel like crying.]
[I cried while listening to it, and it's so beautiful, the visual impact is just too strong!]
After a continuous string of beautiful high notes, Wen Jiu slowly shrunk her waist, and rose petals silently slid down the corners of her clear eyes.
Then, he stood up at the precise moment.
The boy walked slowly across the roses scattered on the ground to the full-length mirror, his eyes slightly raised, as if looking at another person through the mirror.
Love is silent, yet deafening.
I'll come to see you with roses in my hands.
Take courage and breathe lightly
How incredible is it to fall in love?
Listen to my breathing rhythm and hear me say I love you.
The sound of my heart fluttering every second during the confession...
Wen Jiu danced in front of the mirror, every muscle in her body flowing smoothly, her movements clean and crisp, her smile both sweet and alluring.
Thousands of roses bloomed behind the boy.
In the background, Star·Light gradually began to spread.
Roses cannot hide secrets
Love surges endlessly
"The rest of my life is all about you"
As the music drew to a close, everyone noticed a teddy bear that had appeared in the corner, holding roses, and walking towards the boy in the center of the stage.
Screams and cheers erupted from the audience.
Wen Jiu's eyes showed a moment of surprise, but she quickly recovered and took the initiative to approach the slightly clumsy and slow-moving teddy bear.
The moment the person and the bear appeared together, netizens noticed something was off from Wen Jiu's reaction and unanimously exclaimed "Ahhh!"
[Could it be the person I'm thinking of?!]
[Holy crap, ladies, something's wrong with me! My head's spinning, am I about to see my great-grandmother?]
[So addictive! Absolutely addictive!]
[I want to report these two for having a paid romance! Damn, they're so sweet it's killing me!]
Wen Jiu put her hands behind her back, bent over and looked up at him, her earpiece transmitting his voice throughout the venue.
The boy smiled and asked softly, "Is it you?"