Meanwhile, in a certain space, boundless and vast.
There floated a small point of cyan light, and within that point of light was a palm-sized, soft and adorable little doll.
He wore a tiny cyan bellyband, his chubby little hands cupping his face as he sat dejectedly on an exquisite double-heart knot woven from red threads of light.
Above the little doll's head, two distinct bands of light hovered.
One was a rich cyan, brilliant and luminous, long since full to the brim, even showing a faint tendency to overflow—representing Gu Chengyu's silent surrender.
He had actually lied before; Gu Chengyu's favorability had maxed out very early on.
The other band, a delicate pink, represented Su Qianqian's.
The pink light band had grown rapidly from initial nothingness to eighty percent, once filling Qingyu with joy and excitement.
However, after reaching eighty percent, it had stagnated, remaining completely motionless for a long time.
Only recently had it slowly climbed to eighty-five percent.
But now, it had halted again, unable to advance even a fraction further.
The little doll sighed heavily, his short legs swinging fretfully in the air.
He extended a tiny finger and poked the stagnant pink light band; it merely rippled slightly, its value unchanged.
He then looked sorrowfully at the cyan band, already full to the max and even threatening to burst, his little face full of frustration. He hugged his head and rolled back and forth on the double-heart knot, utterly helpless.
Such worry, it had already been a year.
Fortunately, Xiaoqi intervened in time to wake the master. I wonder if he can make Qianqian hold nothing back.
...
Nighttime, and finally, everything was over.
The air was thick with a lingering, sensual scent, mixed with the girl's sweet, natural fragrance.
Su Qianqian lay limp and powerless in the center of the disheveled bed, her long hair damp with sweat and clinging to her smooth temples and snowy-white neck. Her chest rose and fell as she drew in large gulps of air.
The tender skin all over her body was flushed pink, especially her slender waist and straight legs, which were so sore and weak she lacked even the strength to move.
Every inch of her skin bore the imprint of his scent and his marks.
Today's Gu Chengyu was somewhat different from usual.
At first, he was novel and tentative, then became nearly uncontrollably fierce and urgent.
Only after the storm had subsided for a while did Su Qianqian barely manage to regain a sliver of consciousness from that nearly overwhelming sensation.
Gu Chengyu, lying beside her, was in a completely different state.
He lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, his other arm still possessively encircling her slender waist. His phoenix eyes were startlingly bright, like a sated beast gazing at the delicate beauty in his arms.
He lowered his head and kissed her sweat-dampened temple tenderly, his voice hoarse and sensual from the earlier intensity: "Qianqian..."
Su Qianqian couldn't even be bothered to lift her eyelids, only emitting a soft, muffled hum from her nose: "Mmm...?"
The confusion in his memory, the turmoil in his heart, coupled with years of abstinence and now, for the first time, encountering a young girl with such a soul-stirring, intoxicating body... made Gu Chengyu's current state of mind indescribable.
"Nothing," he chuckled softly, pulling her even tighter into his embrace, letting her softness mold against his burning chest. He rested his chin lightly on the crown of her head and let out a sigh.
Only by feeling her existence, her warmth and softness, her scent so tangibly and truly could he soothe the unease and agitation deep within his heart.
He said silently in his mind: Su Qianqian, you have to like me a little more.
The night was deep, the room quiet, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats.
