Chapter 1345 - 1342: That Thing Called "Happiness

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1342: That Thing Called "Happiness

That’s already filled with a kind of spiritual substance, something called "happiness."

At this moment, it overflows within her heart, almost unable to hold any more, accompanied by tears slowly spilling out... "Is this...the reason you went down again? Why...I’m not worth it...not worth it..." Zi Ruoxi lowered her eyelids, mumbling to herself, as if speaking to the other.

"Worth it. To me, Qiao Junlie, absolutely worth it!" A calm remark carries an unsettling meaning. Qiao Junlie sat beside her, gently holding her shoulder, speaking tenderly and deeply, "Worth it for me to guard you for a lifetime."

Zi Ruoxi gazed into his eyes. The angelic face still glistening with moisture seemed to emanate pure affection from its handsome features. This is a distinct harmony and unity from his cold personality.

"You...really...foolish..." Zi Ruoxi slowly said, tears shimmering beneath her eyelids. She then lowered her head again, afraid to meet his eyes, scared she couldn’t endure it and would melt in the next moment.

Hearing these three words, Qiao Junlie rarely smiled gently. Unconsciously, a trace of cunning revealed itself. Whispering to himself, thinking, is it me who’s foolish, or is it you?

Qiao Junlie’s hand tenderly cradled her face, gently stroking.

"Why did you...just now have to jump down, though your leg was clearly convulsing, yet you still risked danger to do so?" Qiao Junlie asked softly, then playfully lifted her sharp yet moist chin, allowing her to naturally meet his gaze. This was the first time she looked at him without any pressure; for some reason, her heart was pounding heavily.

Qiao Junlie intently observed her every expression, speaking with invincible tenderness, "Ruoxi...you are the foolish one..." Saying this, he softly kissed her forehead, yet continued to hypnotize her, "Are you...have you fallen in love with me?"

"..." Zi Ruoxi remained silent, her cheeks already shining with hidden tides.

"Tell me...I have the right to know." Qiao Junlie persistently pursued answers. A fire was already burning in his heart, his hand starting to heat up, with an unstoppable trembling.

Zi Ruoxi looked into his eyes, that deep, ocean-like affection long submerging her, surrounded by a sea of love, intense love that made her heart tremble uncontrollably...beating along with him, moving to his rhythm.

At this moment, no words are needed.

Zi Ruoxi lowered her head, kissing those alluring lips.

For the first time, Zi Ruoxi’s initiative to kiss was something the person before her cherished for a lifetime.

When her moist touch came over, Qiao Junlie’s heart painfully throbbed. Yet he was pained while enjoying it.

Qiao Junlie dared not move, letting her kiss, fearing such pleasurable feelings would quickly fade; he felt as if time had stopped. After a while, Zi Ruoxi raised her head, her foggy eyes slightly squinting.

"I...love you, starting this moment, I love you wholeheartedly." Zi Ruoxi choked, chewing her falling tears, like tiny yarn and pearls gently hanging at the corners of her mouth, shimmering with soft light, not deliberate, yet impossible to ignore.

This sentence practically made Qiao Junlie’s heart beat fiercely, his fire, his blood rushed up to his brain, his handsome face, pupils enlarged, blue eyes deepened. His body, still exhausted and powerless, seemed to have infinite strength now. One hand supporting her neck, the other passing through her calf, suddenly~ standing up urgently.

"Ah!" Zi Ruoxi exclaimed softly, with a hint of light anger, couldn’t help but have her hands supporting his neck. She’s half angry, saying, "Aren’t you tired, quickly let me down."

"Wait, my dear Ruoxi, no matter how tired, I must serve you first..." Qiao Junlie cunningly replied, his cheekiness betraying his evil intentions.

"What do you mean by serving me...mmm mmm..." Zi Ruoxi hadn’t finished speaking before her lips were recklessly sealed.

Next, the cabin door was pushed open.

"Mmm—" Zi Ruoxi let out a muffled sound from her throat. Her body lay on a soft, dreamy mattress, throughout, Qiao Junlie’s kiss never left her lips, Zi Ruoxi felt a forceful pressure, overwhelming, briefly plunged into suffocating despair.

Like somehow, seems she was born for him, existing for him. His world consisted only of her, his eyes only accommodated her, almost driving him insane for her...

A night of entanglement, destined to linger in fleeting years...

If meeting is a heart-stirring fall, reincarnation is more like a soul-searching wander...whether in past or present life, unwavering passion, just praying to connect with you spiritually, loving with no regrets, lingering forever...

If Shi Guang flows, what can I do, find what hasn’t been said, yet still want to move you. If I don’t let go, years later, will you blame me, hate me, or be touched?

Sometimes the truth is too sharp, some can only speak lies. If truly Shi Guang can flow, what would you do? Choose me again, or not embrace me?

If gently designed, can you understand? If wrong, can we turn back? But, I don’t regret what I’ve done...

Those deep ocean-blue eyes radiate tender and resilient brilliance.

...

A romantic warm bed, happiness begins at this moment.

A high-spirited ending, scattered love and warmth. Zi Ruoxi lay across the soft bed, her face flushed with rosy hues, surpassing the splendid sunset reflected on the ocean horizon. Her eyes flooded with gentle laziness.

A handsome man beside, half-kneeling, with long fingers gently pressing her smooth, snow-like skin. He was massaging her. From the neck, to the back, then to the waist, slowly kneading, allowing her to completely relax under his sovereign caress. She felt so comfortable she was almost lost in reverie, gradually closed her eyes and enjoyed.

"Young Master, I didn’t expect you’re so good at serving people!" Zi Ruoxi couldn’t help but tease.

Unintended by the speaker, but meaningful to the listener. Qiao Junlie’s handsome brows slightly furrowed, yet it didn’t affect his abundant happiness at that moment. Qiao Junlie lightly laughed.

"Why do you still call me ’Young Master’, honestly, I mind you using such a formal term." Qiao Junlie earnestly began correcting her mistake.

"Then what should I call you? Qiao Junlie?" Zi Ruoxi replied dismissively. Her body felt so comfortable she was too lazy to move.

Qiao Junlie suddenly ran his knuckles down her long spine.

Seizing the opportunity, Qiao Junlie leaned forward, whispered magnetically in her ear with alluringness, "...Call me whatever, or how about simply calling me husband!"

Uh...

Now it was Zi Ruoxi’s turn to be surprised, was he so eager to approach the "grave"?

Zi Ruoxi suddenly turned her head, her face flushed with beauty, showing some worry.