A fashion queen

"You...?" Cui Xueying felt a surge of warmth on her cheeks, a faint blush like a blooming peach blossom, quietly blossoming on her fair face, as beautiful as the colorful sunset on the horizon. She subconsciously lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently like the wings of a shy butterfly, as if trying to avoid his fiery gaze.

But how could Mo Yunting let such a good opportunity slip away so easily? He reached out and gently lifted her delicate chin, as if holding an inestimable treasure. This action left Cui Xueying with no way to escape, and she was forced to raise her head and meet his eyes filled with deep affection and desire.

At this moment, Mo Yunting's eyes were like a bottomless ocean, surging with endless love and tenderness, as if to drown you, making you intoxicated and unable to extricate yourself. Then, he gently raised a finger to his lips, making a silencing gesture: "Shh..."

Then, Mo Yunting slowly bent down, his entire body radiating a unique charm, like a butterfly dancing among flowers, graceful and agile. His movements were so light that Cui Xueying barely noticed him approaching. It wasn't until his lips gently touched hers that she was awakened, as if from a dream. In that instant, she felt a surge of electricity coursing through her body, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Mo Yunting's kiss was as warm and gentle as a spring breeze, yet tinged with a lingering sense of attachment and reluctance; it was as delicate and subtle as a gentle rain, leaving one immersed in an endless sweetness that was difficult to extricate themselves from. In this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the only thing left in the world was the two of them, cuddling together and kissing passionately.

Cui Xueying was completely intoxicated by this beauty, savoring the happiness and satisfaction brought by this dreamlike moment. Faced with such a passionate and sincere expression of his emotions, Cui Xueying could not help but respond. Their lips were tightly pressed together, like two magnets attracted to each other, inseparable, as if even time had stood still at this moment.

After a long while, Mo Yunting slowly released his hands that were tightly hugging Cui Xueying's tender lips, then stared into her beautiful and affectionate eyes with a gaze like a torch, and said softly in a low and magnetic voice: "I love you." This sentence seemed to contain endless love and attachment, and his voice was filled with extremely strong affection and unswerving belief. Such a sincere and deep emotional expression really makes people unable to help but be moved.

Upon hearing this, Cui Xueying's heart surged with emotion, her heart pounding like a fluttering deer. She fixed her gaze on the man before her, a man she had so deeply adored. Her eyes shone with indescribable surprise and deep emotion. Her lips parted, and a whisper, as sweet as the sound of a yellow oriole, uttered, "I love you, too." Those four simple words, like the melodies of nature, lingered in the air for a long time.

Seeing this, Mo Yunting's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting and satisfied smile. Then, he leaned over again and gently kissed Cui Xueying's smooth forehead, muttering to himself, "It's really not easy. I finally got to hear you say these three words in person. I really hope you can keep saying them to me from now on."

"Hmph, you're really getting more and more unreasonable!" Cui Xueying rolled her eyes at Mo Yunting coquettishly and scolded him in a bad mood.

"Oh my, how can you say that I'm getting too much? You know, if it weren't for your 'period', this young master would have been unable to hold back and wanted to kill you on the spot! Do you know that I have been enduring so much and suffering for the past two days?" Mo Yunting said as he hugged the beauty in his arms tighter, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

"Hate it! I don't want to chat with you! I need to go eat!" Cui Xueying said coquettishly, and then tried to break free from the warm but somewhat embarrassing embrace. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the other party's strong restraint, as if she was being clamped tightly by an iron clamp.