Knight Little Aemeath

Looking at Aemeath's smug little expression, Lu Yan felt his whole body go weak.

He used to be a coward who had nothing and didn't even dare to love himself, but now there is someone who is willing to love him unconditionally.

Lu Yan's eyes welled up with tears again. He reached out and gently covered Aemeath's cheek.

The unique smoothness and warmth of Aemeath's skin reached Lu Yan's fingertips as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, a doting smile playing on his lips.

He chuckled, his voice low as if whispering, "Hmm~ I'm no longer afraid that my clingy little pink cat will run away one day."

Aemeath felt the warm touch on her cheek and heard the nickname "little pink cat," she finally released the pent-up excitement she had been holding back for so long.

"I won't run away! I'm going to stick with you forever!"

Run away? I'll never leave!

Since A-Yan has given me all his tenderness and love, I must reciprocate with the highest level of ceremony.

Just as Lu Yan's hand was still on her cheek, Aemeath suddenly made a move.

She didn't take the opportunity to kiss Lu Yan as usual, nor did she continue to cling to him on the sofa.

Instead, he suddenly took half a step back and slid off the narrow double sofa.

"Aemeath?" Lu Yan's hand fell to the empty air, and he looked at her with slight surprise.

However, what happened the next second left Lu Yan completely frozen in place.

Aemeath covering her slender legs, was not standing up straight.

Instead, she straightened her slender back, stepped her right leg back, and bent her knee.

To Lu Yan's astonishment, Aemeath suddenly knelt down on one knee on the carpet.

Her movements were extremely precise, even more swift than Lu Yan's earlier.

The warm orange light shone on her, bathing her in a sacred and soft glow.

Before Lu Yan could recover from the huge visual shock, Aemeath had already raised her head.

Her golden eyes, filled with deep affection and love, locked onto Lu Yan's eyes. Then, she reached out her free right hand and grabbed Lu Yan's left hand, which was frozen in mid-air.

"A-Yan..."

She knelt there, looking up at the man on the sofa, holding his hand tightly, a stunning smile curving her lips, and slowly aimed the men's ring, which shimmered with golden light, at Lu Yan's ring finger.

Lu Yan's pupils contracted sharply. He sat on the sofa, looking at Aemeath kneeling on one knee.

He was startled by this sudden action, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Lu Yan immediately snapped out of his daze. He sat on the slightly cramped double sofa, staring blankly at Aemeath was kneeling on the carpet.

The air conditioner's cool air circulated silently in the living room, and the cartoon characters on the TV were laughing exaggeratedly, but all these noisy background sounds seemed to have fallen silent at this moment.

The warm orange light shone obliquely from the side, casting a warm halo around Aemeath.

Aemeath's pink silk slip dress shimmered softly with every movement, and the long black stockings covering her slender legs contrasted sharply with the light-colored carpet.

Despite being dressed so intimately at home, he made a gesture of knightly loyalty.

Lu Yan slowly looked into her eyes, where only her starry eyes, filled with deep affection, and his own reflection were visible.

And the platinum ring in her hand, shimmering with a pale pink light.

Lu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

He was about to stand up from the sofa and reach out to pull her.

"Aemeath, you..." Lu Yan's voice trembled slightly, "Get up, why are you kneeling?"

As he spoke, he tried to grasp Aemeath's hand and pull her from the ground into his arms.

Today was a proposal he had meticulously prepared; he wanted to give her a home. How could he let the woman he cherished and pampered kneel before him?

However, before Lu Yan could pull her up, Aemeath gripped his left hand even tighter.

Those slender, soft hands were gripping Lu Yan's palms tightly, not allowing him to make the slightest movement.

"A-Yan, don't move, let me finish what I have to say." Aemeath looked up, her golden eyes reflecting Lu Yan's somewhat flustered face.

Her voice wasn't loud, and it still had a nasal tone from crying, but in the quiet living room, it sounded resounding.

At this moment, under the light, Lu Yan could clearly see that below her delicate, jade-like collarbone, in the very center of her chest, the pink heart-shaped Tacit Mark that had been quietly dormant was now uncontrollably lighting up with the violent rise and fall of her chest.

He was stunned. Looking at Aemeath's unprecedentedly serious expression, his body stiffened slightly, but he eventually obediently sat back down on the sofa, letting her hold his hand tightly.

Aemeath took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself.

"A-Yan, you've always been the one taking care of me." Aemeath tilted her head slightly, her gaze tracing Lu Yan's features inch by inch.

Aemeath's voice softened, filled with endless longing. "You always felt you weren't good enough, that you never gave me enough."

"Your hand was trembling when you knelt before me and slipped the ring, which carries your Frequency, onto my finger."

"You big idiot, do you even know that in this world, there will never be anyone else who loves me as wholeheartedly as you do?"

Lu Yan's eyes welled up with tears again. He wanted to say something, to tell her that he did all this for her willingly, and that she was the one who first illuminated his originally dark life.

But Aemeath didn't give him a chance to interrupt. She tightened her grip on Lu Yan's left hand, her fingertips gently rubbing the knuckles of his ring finger.

"So, I'll give you the same response. Not just this ring, but my promise."

Aemeath straightened her slender back, and all the coquettishness and playfulness on her face vanished at this moment, replaced by a firmness as if she had made a vow in the dormitory in the past.

She looked into Lu Yan's eyes and spoke clearly, word by word:

"Lu Yan, will you be my husband?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan's entire chest cavity resonated violently.

Aemeath didn't pause; she gripped the men's ring, which shimmered with a pale pink light, tightly.

"I, Aemeath..." she said, her other hand gripping Lu Yan's clothes tightly, her voice trembling with tears, "I will protect you... I swear, I will never, ever let you suffer even the slightest harm again..."

Just as Aemeath spoke, the pink heart-shaped Tacit Mark on her chest emitted a dazzling light.

The light was dazzling and astonishingly bright. It wasn't blinding; instead, it carried an extremely warm and pure pulse of life.

Each flash seemed to silently convey the owner's unreserved love and unwavering determination at that moment.