"Such... such a serious tone!"
Su Muwan's heart trembled violently at his words.
She looked up, dazed, at Qin Luo's earnest expression.
No... no mistake...
How could I have forgotten?
Qin Luo is just like me—a true romantic at heart!
And yet... I treated him, a fellow romantic, like this.
She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt clogged, allowing only a soft "Mmm" to escape.
Noticing Su Muwan gradually calming down, Qin Luo couldn't help but speak softly, "Young Miss."
Su Muwan blinked. "Hmm?"
"Everyone fears you—even the sect members call you some kind of demon."
"But... to me, you're no different from any other girl."
Qin Luo gently ruffled her hair, his eyes brimming with warmth and amusement. "You have your little tantrums, you sulk, you cry over a bad dream."
"Aren’t these the most genuine, adorable sides of you?"
Hearing this,
Su Muwan’s cheeks flushed faintly. She stared straight at Qin Luo and whispered, "But I’m so spoiled and unreasonable, always throwing fits. Why would you still like me?"
A trace of melancholy flickered in her eyes as she added, "Just like Su Bailian said."
"Sometimes even I think my temper is awful. Don’t you ever get tired of it?"
"Like today—because of a dream, I hit you..."
Su Muwan didn’t understand why she was like this.
Maybe it was her past life’s scars, or maybe just a flaw in her personality...
But no matter what,
In this life,
She never wanted to be separated from Qin Luo.
Being by his side made her feel safe, content.
In his arms, she could bask in a sense of security she’d never known in her past life.
[Loyalty +10]
[Loyalty +10]
[Loyalty +10...]
Qin Luo froze for a moment, watching Su Muwan’s downcast expression.
He seemed to understand something.
Whether it was due to the merging of worlds or not,
To Su Muwan, the suffering of her past life was real.
She had truly lost everything—become a target of scorn, abandoned and alone.
That’s why...
She was so insecure.
But in this life, his arrival changed everything.
The original outcomes were overturned.
Old Master Su was still alive. The so-called "Chosen Ones" hadn’t multiplied like pests. And Su Muwan hadn’t become a villain despised by all.
With that in mind,
He took her hand, gently stroking her fingertips, and said seriously, "Young Miss, to be honest, your temper really is terrible sometimes."
Shiver—!
Su Muwan’s body stiffened.
"Your personality’s rough, and you love hitting people."
Shiver shiver—!
"Not to mention, you never train properly—just laze around watching TV and eating chips all day."
Shiver shiver shiver—!
"At this point, I’m starting to doubt whether you really became a world-ending villain in your past life."
Shiver shiver shiver shiver—!
Waaahhh—!
Stop it, stop it!
Su Muwan clutched her head, trembling like a leaf.
It felt like a thousand swords had pierced her all at once.
He was right.
She was just a moody, lazy slob who only wanted to lie around snacking and gaming—a single-celled organism!
Of course, someone like her should annoy Qin Luo!
But then, he continued, "But it’s precisely because you wear your heart on your sleeve like this..."
"That’s what makes you feel so real to me."
"And besides..."
Qin Luo smiled tenderly at her teary-eyed face. "Every time you lose your temper, there’s a reason—it’s never just mindless drama."
"Like today. You lashed out because of that dream."
"I get it."
He cupped her cheek, meeting her gaze as he said warmly, "You were scared—scared of losing me. That’s why you lost control."
"And that version of you..."
"Is also incredibly cute."
Thump! Thump!
Huh...
Even that’s cute...?
The next second—
Drip. Drip. DRIP!
The dam broke. Tears cascaded down Su Muwan’s face like a shattered necklace.
Thud!
She flung herself into Qin Luo’s chest, burying her face against him while shaking her head wildly.
"Waaahhh—!!"
"Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo!!"
"How can you be this good to me?!"
Her voice quivered with emotion, thick with tears.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face deeper into his chest.
Where did this ambulance come from...
Qin Luo hugged her back, resting his chin atop her head as he soothingly rubbed her back, letting her cry it out.
Yeah. His emotionally volatile young miss—
Absolutely adorable.
Also...
"Young Miss?"
"Mmm?"
"Could you not use my shirt as a tissue...?"
"I will use it! Sniff sniff sniff~!"
"??"
Eventually, Su Muwan’s sobs subsided.
She lifted her head, eyes still red but now tinged with embarrassment.
Noticing Qin Luo’s playful smirk, she immediately shrank like a scolded child and mumbled, "Sorry, Luo... I ruined your whole day..."
"Not at all."
Qin Luo raised a brow, grinning. "At first, I was a little intimidated. The Young Miss is a martial arts prodigy—what’s a weakling like me doing with her?"
"But now I’m not worried."
"Because, well..."
He pulled out his phone, revealing a recording in progress, and smirked. "Your meltdown was way too cute. I’ll loop this at our wedding."
"This blackmail’s gonna last me a lifetime."
?!
One second. Two. Three...
After a brief pause, Su Muwan’s shock morphed into outrage.
"You jerk—delete that right now!"
She lunged for the phone.
"Too slow!"
Qin Luo dodged backward—and the phone vanished into thin air.
Su Muwan gaped. "Where’d it go?!"
She hadn’t even seen it disappear.
Qin Luo shrugged. "System storage."
"...System storage?!"
Su Muwan fumed. "Cheater!"
"Call it resourcefulness."
"You—!"
"I’ll bite you!!"
She pounced.
Thud!
Qin Luo hit the floor with Su Muwan on top of him.
Her hands framed his face, strands of hair falling messily around her cheeks as she glared down at him.
Qin Luo gazed back, their faces inches apart.
For a moment,
The air between them grew thick.
Thump. Thump.
Silence enveloped them.
Only their racing heartbeats filled the quiet.
Qin Luo’s gaze fixed intently on Su Muwan’s slightly flushed face, which carried a hint of annoyance and bashfulness.
Her eyes, like pools of clear spring water, were mesmerizingly beautiful.
The disheveled strands of hair framing her cheeks only added to her delicate, enchanting charm.
Qin Luo felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard.
So it’s true...
I’ve been in love with Su Muwan from the very beginning...
Unable to help himself, he murmured softly, "Aren’t we continuing, Young Miss?"
"......."
Su Muwan’s heart fluttered at his abrupt words, her previously feigned domineering aura weakening slightly.
But when her wandering gaze finally met the burning intensity in his eyes—
For some inexplicable reason.
An inexplicable impulse surged within her.
The corners of her lips curled faintly as she leaned in, her breath warm and fragrant against Qin Luo’s ear. "Of course we’re continuing."
Then, under Qin Luo’s stunned gaze, Su Muwan slowly trailed her lips down to his neck—and bit down lightly.
Hiss...
Her teeth left faint marks on his skin, as though claiming territory.
Su Muwan didn’t stop there. Her lips drifted further down, grazing the hollow of his collarbone before biting again—just a little harder this time.
Hah... Hah...
Her breathing grew slightly ragged, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural hue.
Her eyes shimmered with madness and obsession.
The taste of Qin Luo lingered on her lips and tongue—He smells so good...
"Young Miss?"
Qin Luo sensed something was off.
But before he could react, Su Muwan pressed a hand over his mouth, tilting her head back with a dazed gaze. "Didn’t I say it already?"
"I’m going... to bite you to death....."
Qin Luo.
You’re mine.
Forever.
[Congratulations! The villainess’s trust level has increased by 40%—current progress: 70%!!]
[Reward obtained: Till Death Do Us Part (After death, the soul will not reincarnate but remain eternally by the lover’s side.)]
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