Zhou Yi heard the sound of bells drawing nearer, their delicate chis growing clearer and unexpectedly lodious.
"Good heavens! It couldn't possibly be what I'm imagining, could it?"
His eyes fixed intently on the doorway, his anticipation building with each passing second.
When Jing Wen appeared at the threshold in that cheongsams, Zhou Yi's breath hitched audibly.
Leaning casually against the doorfra, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lip coyly, murmuring, "What do you think?"
Her gaze flickered between shyness and quiet confidence, a damp lock of hair framing her flushed cheek.
Rather than replying with words, Zhou Yi let his actions speak for him.
He rose swiftly, pulling Jing Wen into his arms before shutting the door firmly behind them...
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"You look absolutely stunning right now. Let's take a look in the mirror, shall we? Soone as beautiful as you deserves to see herself," Zhou Yi said softly.
The full-length mirror on his wardrobe door reflected their figures as he guided Jing Wen toward it.
From behind, he wrapped his arms around her once more, gazing at their reflection. Jing Wen's already crimson cheeks deepened in color under his scrutiny.
"You're breathtaking. Seeing you like this, I finally understand what true allure ans," he whispered, his voice low and reverent.
Pleased by his praise, Jing Wen smiled faintly, her heart swelling with warmth.
This was the boldest step she had ever taken. She would never have dared to glance twice at such an outfit before, but after sharing sothing so intimate with Xiao Yi, she found herself wanting to please him even more.
Perhaps staying too conventional might lead to boredom over ti—she wondered if Xiao Yi would feel that way about her soday. Though uncertain, she refused to risk losing him.
Outwardly, she was the epito of modesty: reserved, unassuming. But in front of the man she loved, she allowed herself to shed those inhibitions.
Seeing the admiration and longing in Xiao Yi's eyes filled her with a joy she hadn't known before.
Zhou Yi lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses along her fair, porcelain-like neck. His breathing grew heavier, yet remained soft and lodic.
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Jing Wen marveled at the contrast. Despite the provocative attire, her wide, blinking eyes retained an air of innocence, like a girl untouched by the world's harshness.
Her lips, swollen and parted, released warm breaths tinged with soft, involuntary moans. Her pale skin shimred faintly, exuding a sweetness that seed almost tangible.
"Xiao Yi... I really like you..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
He responded by placing a tender kiss on her cheek, whispering back, "I like you too, Sister."
"Then promise you'll always like ," she insisted, her tone laced with vulnerability.
"I'll always like you," he vowed without hesitation.
In that mont, Zhou Yi was swept away by emotion, willing to say anything to make her smile. If she had asked for the moon, he would have sworn to retrieve it for her.
But how much weight should one place on promises made in the heat of passion?
Perhaps only a fraction of them hold true—and even then, who could say for certain?
An hour later, clothes lay scattered across the floor near the mirror.
Zhou Yi had indulged in blissful abandon, while Jing Wen lay utterly spent, unable to move a single finger.
Carrying her gently to the bathroom, he settled them both into the bathtub. As they soaked in the warm water, Jing Wen posed the sa question again.
"Xiao Yi, will you always like ?"
"I'll always like you," ca his unwavering reply.
Her lips curved into a contented smile, eyes bright with fleeting happiness.
"I'll always like you," she echoed, her laughter soft and wistful.
Whether Xiao Yi's words were ant to reassure her or simply an expression of the mont, she chose to believe in their sincerity—for now.
Still, the concept of "forever" felt impossibly distant. Realistically, how many people truly spent their entire lives loving one another?
Marriage didn't guarantee enduring affection; many couples drifted apart after years together. So relationships evolved into re companionship, others into indifference—or worse, enmity.
While marriage bound two people legally, it couldn't force hearts to remain intertwined. Most couples lived out their days side by side, growing old together but rarely maintaining the fiery passion of youth. Compromise beca the norm.
For Jing Wen, hearing those words was enough for the present. Whether he could fulfill them wasn't sothing she demanded—but she cherished the mont nonetheless.
Noticing her repeated inquiry, Zhou Yi sensed a trace of unease beneath her calm exterior.
Jing Wen wasn't the type to seek constant reassurance, which made her persistence all the more telling. Sothing unusual was brewing beneath the surface.
A player's instinct told him to probe further, yet no matter how he coaxed her, she revealed nothing.
"Sister Wen, are you afraid I'll leave you?" he ventured cautiously.
"Yes," she admitted softly. "You're so wonderful—it's only natural to worry."
"But there must be more to it than that," he pressed gently.
A suspicion began forming in his mind, prompting him to ask, "Do you want us to get married?"
At this, Jing Wen fell silent.
Every woman dread of wearing a pristine white gown and walking down the aisle to the man she loved. For all her practicality, Jing Wen was no exception. Yet deep down, she knew marriage wasn't a possibility for them.
The thought of Zhou Yi standing beside another woman on their wedding day pierced her heart like shards of glass. Still, she forced herself to dismiss such impossible fantasies. Greediness brought nothing but pain.
Shaking her head firmly, she denied, "No, I don't want to get married."
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