Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Qi Jueyu took a step forward and entered Yun Qian's bedroom. Under the flickering light, a pair of beautiful figures appeared. The woman was pressed down by the man to sit in front of the dressing table. Although it was a condescending perspective, Yun Qian did not think it was a big deal. In this game, who is the prey and who is the hunter is far from being as simple as looking at the surface.

Qi Jueyu's dark eyes darkened as he silently opened the small white porcelain box in his hand and pulled out a little soft lip balm. His fingertips paused, as if hesitating, before gently lifting Yun Qian's chin. His gaze was focused and calm, as if devoid of any emotion. In the flickering candlelight, he dipped his fingertips in the lip balm and slowly, meticulously traced the line of her lips. His movements were gentle, yet undeniable.

His fingertips felt a hint of warmth as they touched her lips, causing Yun Qian to startle slightly, a strange feeling suddenly stirring within her. Qi Jueyu seemed to sense her slight tremor, his gaze darkening slightly, but his attention remained undivided, his movements remaining fluid. Only after the smooth cream evenly coated her lips did he slowly withdraw his hand, gazing at the gentle, soft color that grew even more mellow in the candlelight.

He carefully portrayed the appearance of her lips, which were so cold that it made people tremble. The Buddhist monk with extraordinary appearance put lip balm on her under the candlelight. At first, the force was gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her. But as the beeswax-like lip balm was applied more and more, the man's evil intentions seemed to emerge. He increased the force between his fingers, making the delicate and warm lip balm wet.

Yun Qian smiled brightly, and for a moment she kept looking at Qi Jueyu's serious expression, and suddenly, "Close your eyes,"

Yun Qian was surprised for a moment, then closed her eyes obediently, her beautiful neck stretched slightly towards him, her smooth and jade-like face reflected in the dim yellow light, light and soft, as if blending with the light, with a layer of quiet light surrounding her body.

In Qi Jueyu's eyes, she was simply... a saint who could not be violated, yet she carried an inexplicable allure. Yun Qian waited, but fortunately, he didn't keep her waiting too long. She felt a gentle kiss on her eyelids, and at that moment, her smile widened sincerely. At this point in this tug-of-war, Yun Qian could already declare herself the winner.

Her eyelids trembled slightly when she was kissed. After the man's slightly cold lips left, she gently opened her eyes and looked at the man above her with some attachment. He still looked so calm, but unfortunately... he had already broken his promise for her.

Qi Jueyu, Buddha won't want you anymore, but I will.

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In the middle of the night, when Yun Qian was lying on the bed preparing to fall asleep, she keenly felt the presence of someone nearby. She could hardly suppress her urge to attack. Surveillance, it was like this again. No matter what these sons of luck were, she couldn't avoid this.

She didn't care what others thought, whether they viewed it as a "gift" or "protection." But she didn't like it, and the later protective nature couldn't cover up the initial surveillance.

After all, these sons of destiny are high and mighty in power. How could they truly regard you as someone of the same status as them? The simplest thing is, if it were him, would he like being monitored by her?

The answer was obvious, but it didn't matter. Besides rewriting her past life's fate, Yun Qian also had a mission to make the story even more exciting. The battle line could be stretched quite far, and she didn't mind giving these children of destiny a good hard time.

At this thought, Yun Qian, who had originally intended to enjoy a peaceful sleep, suddenly changed her mind. She paused for a moment, then stood up to look. Luo Qi couldn't quite see what Yun Qian was doing. She extinguished the candle, and it was strange that a woman from such a prestigious family could endure the pitch darkness of the mountain forest temple. It was so dark. Luo Qi sensed her rising, and his nerves instantly stretched to a taut line. He had a hunch that something was about to happen, and it was something that he feared would be detrimental to his master.

The next moment, the room suddenly lit up. Yun Qian lit the candle again, but it was very dim, only a small light.

She was seen sitting near the candlelight, the light reflecting her face, her head lowered, her eyes focused, looking at the thick stack of letter papers in her hand.

Yun Qian admitted that she was just showing it off, but the more she looked at it, the more complicated her mood became.

She felt... Qi Heyao was not completely ruthless to her, and was not completely exploiting her. Was there anything from the previous life... that she had missed?

Qi Heyao wrote this letter with extremely sincere words, and the handwriting seemed to float. It can be seen from the content that the two of them were indeed very close before. After such a thing happened, he was not angry or annoyed, but just anxious for her to change her mind and said that he was sad.

"I, Qi Heyao, have chosen you as my wife for this life. How could that be false? Breaking the promise is my fault, but the people of the world are before me. As the Crown Prince of Qi, if I can't protect the people, how can I expect to protect you? Qianqian, when you were thirteen, I promised to marry you. This vow remains unchanged, and my heart is clear."

The only thing that is affectionate is the spring moon in the courtyard, which still shines on the fallen flowers for the separated people.

A ten-page letter—if this were a play, would it be necessary to be so immersed in it? Yun Qian couldn't explain it. She had initially disliked Qi Heyao, and that hadn't changed. She calmed herself down and decided that this play, which she was personally directing, would surely be even more exciting if Qi Heyao was with her.

She suppressed her smile, and her eyes became dim. If you look closely, there seems to be a glimmer of water in them, and you can see the bitterness and pain in the owner's heart.

Luo Qi was horrified when he saw this, thinking it was bad news. He was afraid that the Lord's attempt to poach someone else was going to change.

At night, Yun Qian fell asleep with a barely perceptible smile on her lips. It was clear that tonight would be a peaceful night of rest. However, Qi Jueyu on the other side did not have such a good sleep.

The man was dressed in a plain robe, but the solemnity and coldness in his eyes were totally inconsistent with his plainness. He supported his forehead with one hand while thinking, and in an instant, a sneer came out of his throat.

good very good.

Luo Qi stood below, terrified by his master's furious aura, unable to move. He'd been like this ever since he'd just finished speaking. He regretted stealing the letter earlier, but the thought made him curse his own stupidity. Now, just by telling his master that Miss Yun had read the letter, he'd become like this. If he'd taken the thick letter along with him... Luo Qi couldn't guarantee he could return it safely to its rightful place.

By then... Miss Yun won't be able to find the letter...

He didn’t dare to think…