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Qian Xun sneered, "Director Ji, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not some random girl. This body, if you want it, take it. There is no need to find too many reasons for yourself, it makes me feel that you are a hypocrite. "If you want to do it, then do it quickly. Don't talk so much nonsense."

The tone of her voice was extremely impatient, concealing the panic in her heart. He was able to pick up on some clues as to where it was. Those secretive years were something even her parents did not know.

Ji Junyang's gaze became even more unfathomable, "You can tell me to stop."

"Stop? Can you avoid this time, can you escape the next time? I've seen a lot of men like you, but it's just that you have a desire to conquer the prey you've taken a fancy to. Once in your hands, you'll discard it like a rag. The corners of Qian Xun's lips curled up in mockery.

Ji Junyang wasn't annoyed. Instead, he was smiling. If he was stubborn, how could he let go of it so easily? Little girl, if it really was you, how could you let me go?

You can be stubborn.

His deep laughter filled the crowded tent, making Qian Xun feel even more enigmatic. She was laughing so hard that she had no confidence in winning.

One had to admit, he was frighteningly skilled. Every movement, every breath, made her lose her ability to resist.

All these years, she had been busy living, taking care of her family except for her work. In the words of Hai Yu, her days were as dull as boiling water, and there was no flavor to it at all. Many times, she would feel lonely, but her body would never be restless.

She could laugh out loud, make colourful jokes in a crowd of men, dance in a bar without fear of wearing hot pants, and think of marrying another man she didn't hate when her age couldn't drag on for the rest of her life, but deep down she couldn't open herself to other men.

On the night of her birthday, Hyacinth had taken her to the bar to find Cowherd, saying that she was going to break her rules and end her ascetic life. Hai Yu finally came to the conclusion that she was a deep mountain nun who had given up all emotions and desires in the mortal world.

Qian Xun had also suspected that he might have some sort of hidden disease.

Ji Junyang was surprised to find that she was young and immature. All these years, could it be that she didn't have any other men?

It was a pleasant surprise.

He wasn't a traditional man. In five years, she would have her own life. She might have a boyfriend, or even live together. As long as it was someone who found her, he could let bygones be bygones. However, the possessiveness in a man's nature, especially towards the woman that he was fond of, always wanted everything about her to belong to him.

Her youth pleased him both physically and mentally.

"Tell me, do you feel comfortable or not?" He tried to seduce her.

Qian Xun was startled. His eyes were tied so that she couldn't see his expression, but she could clearly feel his gaze. She felt a burning sensation on her face.

"Someone once told me that when you can't see them, the other potential in your body will be revealed. As long as you focus your mind, you will be able to hear their voices."

Her body betrayed the control of thought, and she was powerless to respond faithfully to its primitive responses.

She could no longer tell whether this feeling was good or bad.

"Why is there a scar here?" At some point, his fingers had pressed down on her belly, and his voice was confused and indistinct.

That was where he had taken the knife when he was at peace. As the years passed, it gradually faded, but it did not completely disappear. There were only shallow scars left behind.

Anthea was in a bad position in her stomach, having difficulty giving birth, having a laparotomy, and that was all.

However, at this time, she broke out in a cold sweat.

"He had a tumor in his stomach and had a knife cut. What, do you think he's ugly?" The casual tone masked the chaos in her heart.

"Actually, you're very beautiful. At least, you're so beautiful that I can't tear my eyes away from you." Five years of regret, at this moment full of eyes, her figure, appropriate proportions, exquisite curves, flawless skin, where did she get the ugliness?

Just as Thousand Creations was thinking about how to respond to his possible next question, he suddenly kissed the wound after her pregnancy. His expression was pious, pure, and devoid of any desire.

"It must have hurt a lot then, right?" he asked as he kissed her, fascinated and pampered.

"Mm …" She couldn't tell if this was an answer or a voice that came out of her throat without thinking.

Such a voice made her feel shy and uneasy. She clearly felt her own physiological reactions.

This kind of power could only move her heart if it came from her.

However, Ji Junyang seemed to be deliberately torturing her. He didn't show any impatience, but instead patiently and gently accompanied her.

Qian Xun could only bite his lips to prevent himself from making another sound. She hated herself for giving up at this moment.

He used to be so infatuated with girls, scratching his heart like a cat's paw. Since then, it was as if he was under the influence of a teacup. Night after night, he lingered in his dreams. Yet he could remain indifferent to other women.

Yannan had wondered if he was suffering from ED because of the stress of his work, but she had no idea that he was just suffering from a woman's special feelings.

He didn't know what was going on.

Ji Junyang had made her try to feel like a blind person, reminding her that he could not escape from that part of his life. The more she dodged, the tighter he pressed her.

His kiss destroyed her final will, as if crushing dry weeds and rotten wood. She really wanted, just like that, to drown in his arms and never wake up again.

But at this moment, Ji Junyang undid the restraints on her eyes without any warning.

Qian Xun opened his eyes in confusion. There was still a layer of mist covering his eyes. She looked at him in confusion.

Ji Junyang felt the wetness on his handkerchief. She was crying?

Why cry?

Because he forced her? Or was there some reason he didn't know?

How he wanted to have her.

This woman, who had provoked his emotions, had run away without a trace. She looked at him as if he were a stranger, so realistic that he could not tell whether she was real or fake.

However, he couldn't do it. He could only restrain himself as he tried to find the truth step by step.

"Do you want it?" Ji Junyang's voice was a little hoarse. Actually, he really wanted to ask something. Do you still want me? How could he just abandon him so ruthlessly when she said he wouldn't leave his entire life?

Qian Xun wanted to say yes, but she remembered that message. The four words made her shudder. She thought of her father's crippled leg, of her mother's sick body, of Anthea's lovely smile.

This face that she could touch with her hand was a dream that she could not resist.

But there was no way for her to open her heart in front of him. She could only roll them up into a thick shell.

Ji Junyang, please forgive my self-protection.

Thousand Sunsets fell silent.

Ji Junyang extended his hand and gently caressed her stubborn face, "It's alright, I will wait. I will wait until you are willing."

Then, he released her. All the trembling and oppression abruptly came to a halt, like a taut string that suddenly snapped.

When Qian Xun saw the calmness in his eyes, that resolution made her heart tighten.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about telling him the truth about that year, but what if she did? What could it change? If he had a fiancee, then where would she stand, be his secret lover, be unable to see a woman in the dark?

She didn't want to.

Love is either fair and square or forgiving. She didn't like to procrastinate, but she couldn't be wronged.

She didn't want An An to suffer grievances after following her. The Ji Clan wouldn't welcome them.

Furthermore, how could Xiao Yannan allow the mother and daughter pair to live? Perhaps, his eyes were still as sharp as nails and as sharp as meat.

Reality was always cruel, so cruel that she did not dare to imagine that she and he had a future.

Ji Junyang carried her and sat her up. He picked up the clothes on the floor and then lifted her hands, which were hanging down helplessly. He helped her put on her shirt and buttoned her buttons one by one.

Qian Xun was somewhat dazed. He allowed himself to fully put on the clothes that he had taken off when he was distracted.

Ji Junyang then pulled her hand, "Let's go. There should be a sunrise."

Was he letting her go temporarily?

Qian Xun, somewhat ignorant, followed him out of the tent and up to the highest point of the strange rock forest. Although the weather wasn't cold here, the morning air was very cool.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

"Not bad." "No," she said.

Ji Junyang reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his warm chest immediately surrounding her. "Have you seen a meter of sunlight?"

Qian Xun was slightly startled. That legend was something she had taken from the mouths of others to deceive him. This fool, he had actually taken it for real.

"A long time ago, I saw a TV show called 'A Meter of Sunlight'. Legend has it that the peak of Yulong Snow Mountain in Yunnan is surrounded by clouds all year round. Even in the most sunny weather, it is difficult for sunlight to pierce through the clouds. If there is a couple who can bathe in that brief and precious sunlight, there will be eternal love. " She was bland, like someone who had nothing to do with it.