Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Shen Rao looked at her for a long time, and suddenly called out, "Qi Yan."

"Ok?"

She always seemed to respond to him immediately.

"I feel—"

Shen Rao paused, his deep black eyes still staring at her: "It's incredible..."

He put the wooden bowl aside, his fingers unconsciously hooked on the red rope on his left wrist, and he carefully put away the wreath ring and treasured it.

Shen Rao slowly lowered his trembling long eyelashes and spoke in a low voice.

"You seem to really love me now."

"Take out the word 'seemingly'."

Qi Yan was not completely without temper. Time and again, he challenged her pitiful patience. She leaned closer to him, her clear eyes slightly gloomy, and spoke in a low voice.

"Shen Rao, do you believe that I love you only if my tongue is in your mouth 24 hours a day?"

Shen Rao: “…”

He shuddered and his face turned red with fear: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing Qi Yan's expression, there was no trace of joking at all.

He paused again, pursed his lips, and rubbed the smooth skin of his wrist. The burn scar was almost disappearing.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I..."

He unconsciously clenched his wrist, and suddenly, someone grabbed his arm to stop him.

Qi Yan frowned and whispered, "Let go of your hand."

"..." Shen Rao's fingers slowly relaxed, and Qi Yan took a look and saw that they were indeed clenched red.

The man's skin was originally fair, so the red marks were particularly shocking.

She looked at the man who lowered his head and said nothing, and sighed in her heart.

There was no blame, no impatience, but instead she squeezed her five fingers between his stiffly tightened fingers, her tone gentle.

"I'll listen to whatever you say. Don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

Her voice seemed to have magical power, soothing my restless nerves.

He placed his other big hand on the back of her hand, holding her tightly with both hands, and spoke word by word.

“I don’t trust myself…”

Shen Rao bent his back and rested his forehead on her hand. His shoulders trembled slightly and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Will you really not abandon me? Will you really love me?"

“I often wonder why?”

"You have everything you need. You have money, power, and status. You are also a rare good man. Not to mention the men who want to be with you, I'm afraid women will be scrambling to get you."

Shen Rao couldn't help laughing, but no one could hear the smile.

"Shen Rao..."

Qi Yan put his hand on his back and patted him gently to comfort him.

"So, I think it's really unrealistic that you would love me."

He is so contradictory.

On the one hand, I want her love, but on the other hand, I dare not imagine her love.

"I feel like I'm dreaming, an incomparable dream, like a fantasy before death?"

Shen Rao said half-jokingly.

Qi Yan reached out and hugged him, resting her chin on his broad shoulders, and said along with his thoughts: "If that were the case, I would probably be dead too."

"What?" Shen Rao was stunned and asked stupidly, "...what do you mean?"

Qi Yan closed her eyes and curled her eyes, "Because I feel like I'm dreaming now—"

She leaned over to his ear and whispered, "A beautiful dream with you in it."

"..."

Shen Rao's ears and eyes felt hot, and his voice was hoarse from the heat in his throat.

"Qi Yan, I want to cry."

"Cry if you want to." Qi Yan said indulgently.

“But there are a lot of people outside.”

"I'll block it for you."

Qi Yan opened her coat and let him cry in her arms.

"..."

Shen Rao buried his head in her belly, his nose filled with her scent, which made him feel at ease.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel like crying so much.

He grabbed the folds of her clothes at the waist and asked sullenly, "Do you love me?"

"I thought I had said it many times," Qi Yan stroked his soft hair, lowered his eyes, and said, "I thought you knew."

"I want to hear you say more."

He couldn't hear enough, he could never hear enough.

Qi Yan had no choice but to lie down beside his ear and play it over and over again in his ear until his ears turned red and hot and he couldn't listen anymore.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the rest when we get back."

Shen Rao didn't forget to save the game.

Qi Yan narrowed her eyes, curled her lips, and let him be willful.

"Listen to you."

His handsome face flushed slightly, and he turned his head and rested it on Qi Yan's thigh, looking at her and also at the Bodhi tree behind her that was covered with signs.

"Is this what you are asking for?"

Shen Rao raised his left wrist and swayed the braided red rope under the shade of the tree, and Qi Yan responded.

The dark eyes turned towards her slowly, and Shen Rao pursed the corners of his lips.

Qi Yan felt that he had something to say, so she raised her eyebrows to signal him to speak out.

Shen Rao carefully pulled up the corner of her clothes, his eyes earnest: "If, I mean if, I go and ask for one for you, will you wear it?"

"..."

Qi Yan looked down at him in silence.

Shen Rao began to get scared and quickly loosened his fingers: "Just pretend I didn't..."

"Why do you think I don't want to?" Qi Yan interrupted him.

Shen Rao: “…”

"Because you have never accepted any gifts from me," Shen Rao bit his lips, feeling a little resentful, "whether when we were in love or now."

She was like an impenetrable wall, impenetrable and impossible to attack.

Qi Yan felt a little sorry.

She knew very well what kind of person she was.

She doesn't like to owe anyone, but it is obvious that her relationship with Shen Rao can no longer be categorized as owed or not.

She lowered her head, did not kiss him, but restrainedly pressed her forehead against his, and said sincerely: "If it was from you, I would be very happy."

"Really?" Shen Rao's eyes lit up.

"Really." Qi Yan raised her lips.

It was given as soon as it was said. Shen Rao went to ask for it, and he found out that the red rope was made by the old lady who had nothing to do.

On a whim, he wanted to weave it himself, and the old lady was willing to teach him because she saw that he was sweet-mouthed and likable. Shen Rao had a good brain and could basically learn it after reading it once, so he picked up the red thread and was eager to try.

The old lady asked him, "Young man, do you want to braid your hair?"

Shen Rao thought of the barely noticeable black thread between the red ropes on his wrist and asked, "What does this mean?"

The old lady smiled and said, "It means I hope to spend my life with my lover."

Shen Rao's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the red rope around his wrist, thinking about that person, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

It turns out that she wants to spend her life with me.

When Shen Rao finished, Qi Yan was chatting with the old lady who served them soup at noon.

Seeing him coming out, I waved and handed him a note: "Here, I'll get it for you."

Shen Rao unfolded it and found the recipe for the vegetarian soup.

It's amazing that she can remember such a small thing.

He closed the paper and saw Qi Yan staring at him.

Shen Rao was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me?"

Qi Yan silently raised his right hand and shook it back and forth, a silent hint.

Shen Rao understood. He was asking her where the red rope was.

But he wanted to tease her occasionally, and shook his head seriously: "I don't understand if you don't tell me."

Qi Yan: “…”

She looked around and saw that the others had already retreated. She leaned close to his ear like a thief and asked, "Where is my token of love?"

This is just great.

The prank backfired and he became Shen Rao.

He tied it for her with a shy face. The red string made her slender wrist look even whiter and looked very beautiful, even better than when he wore it.

After tying the rope buckle, before Qi Yan had time to appreciate it, she heard a hoarse male voice whispering in front of her.

"I want to spend my life with you, too."