Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Ruan Chuyin had a vague idea of ​​what he meant. But what if it wasn't true? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? Even a three-bedroom apartment wouldn't be enough for her.

The sea of ​​clouds outside the window sometimes surges and sometimes crashes against the shore, changing rapidly. Golden light flashes through it, reflecting dazzling rainbow lights, just like the shimmering feathers of a fairy.

In Ji Zhiya's eyes, such a beautiful scenery was far less attractive than the roses in front of him.

The lotus-colored skirt fluttered in the breeze that sneaked in through the window like snow blown by the wind, and the beautiful face was illuminated by the candlelight like the moon covered by light clouds.

He remembered their first encounter in the bitter winter of last year. Those eyes, like the fluttering flutters of a deer, were so beautiful that they startled him. Now, amidst the verdant grass, those eyes were still as beautiful as clouds in a dream, like snow beyond the clouds, like spring amidst the snow.

The beauty of the hairpin and the moon made him have wild thoughts and wanted to possess her immediately.

He calmed his mind, blew gently into the teacup in his hand, looked up at the eyes that had captured his heart, and smiled faintly, "I am twenty-eight years old this year, two years away from turning thirty. When I was a child, I was fortunately gifted with the ancient treasure, the Fufeng Sword, and was thus revered as the Fufeng Sword Immortal. Besides this, I also stumbled upon three Qingyou Fruits, which had long been extinct. Now, only the last one remains."

"For many years, I've been a loner. Perhaps I got tired of the solitary life, so I took Qingfeng in as my apprentice. Although I still have no fixed place to stay and wander around the world, I have a small fortune and no worries about my livelihood. So..."

Having said this, Ji Zhiya paused and his eyes suddenly became deep.

"So what?" Ruan Chuyin was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly felt a sudden pang of anxiety.

"So, I don't lack anything. I wonder if you have anything that can be exchanged with me?" Ji Zhiya's thin red lips were slightly opened, and the pink tip of his tongue swept across lightly, leaving a little moist mark.

Ruan Chuyin stared quietly at those two seductive lips and swallowed unconsciously.

Men generally don't talk nonsense. Ji Zhiya, who is revered as the Fufeng Sword Immortal, is even less so.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she blinked twice, her thoughts racing.

He specifically mentioned his age to convey his maturity. He also mentioned his childhood encounter to hint at his origins. The fact that only one of the three Qingyou Fruits remained emphasized its preciousness. His acceptance of a disciple out of boredom with his solitude conveyed his current loneliness. The last sentence was truly thought-provoking. Most people, when revealing their financial resources, would modestly say, "My family has a small fortune," rather than, as he did, "My family has a large fortune." Was he trying to convey his wealth?

Thinking of his ambitious bid in Baihua Tower that day, Ruan Chuyin's eyes suddenly became dim.

Ji Zhiya's words were very deliberate, and it was hard for her not to be sentimental.

What could a handsome, wealthy, and powerful bachelor lack?

And what can I give him?

My heartbeat gradually lost its rhythm. I raised my eyes slightly and realized that he was not looking at me, but his eyes were still on me.

Following his gaze, Fu's face instantly turned red, and she uncomfortably closed her open collar with her hands.

After a long while, until someone refilled her tea twice, he slowly spoke: "So you want to start a family now?"

Ji Zhiya finally heard what he wanted to hear, but hearing it made his ears burn, and he immediately lowered his head. When he looked up again, the smile in his eyes was as deep as the ocean, boundless. He stared into those undisguised panic eyes and replied, "Indeed. I wonder what Miss Ruan thinks?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Ji Zhiya clearly noticed Ruan Chuyin's disordered breathing and strong heartbeat.

Her little face flushed like a ripe apple. Her bright, clear eyes drooped after a moment's absence. Her hands slowly retreated to rest on her lap. Her quiet demeanor was so reminiscent of a student who had just been reprimanded by a teacher that he almost couldn't help but laugh.

Outside the window, the sea of ​​clouds remains. Inside, time to make tea.

Ji Zhiya patiently spun the cup in his hand, round and round, until he lit two brand new red candles. Only then did he lift his palm-sized face back from his snow-white chest.

"Have you thought it through, girl?"

The gentle voice once again invisibly stimulated Ruan Chuyin's thoughts.

She stared at the flawless man in front of her, wondering: If I don't accept him, will God be sad? So she asked again: "If you agree, can you give me the Qingyou Fruit?"

"Of course. Then I can give you everything I have."

Ruan Chuyin lowered her head silently. She stared at the large purse and thought about the rejuvenating lotion she'd be buying. She felt she had no reason to refuse him, but she had to talk to her family first. She then cleared her throat and blushed, "Can I give you an answer in a few days?"

"How many days?" Ji Zhiya slowly took out a palm-sized wooden box from the wooden cabinet beside him, opened it and pushed it in front of her.

The emerald green fruit, about the size of a cherry, emits a faint green glow. From a distance, it looks like a dazzling emerald, and up close, its crystal clear appearance resembles a fine green crystal.

"So, this is Qingyou Fruit?"

"Yes. With it, Wei Jiusi can not only reshape his meridians, but his strength will also double. If he works hard enough, his future will be immeasurable." Ji Zhiya told him the benefits of the treasure one by one.

Back then, after he had mastered the alchemy technique, he used the Qingyou fruit to refine a high-level marrow cleansing pill. By that time, he had already mastered half of the sword technique, and the effect after taking it was several times better than a blank piece of paper with no foundation.

Wei Jiusi's meridians are now broken and he is as white as a piece of paper, but as long as he has perseverance, he still has the opportunity to achieve great success.

These words etched themselves deeply in Ruan Chuyin's heart, but a new question arose: "Are you saying that with the Qingyou Fruit, we no longer need Qi Jianshen to refine the Bone-Repairing Pill? I remember Qi Jianshen saying that he gave the only Bone-Repairing Pill he ever made to Princess Hao Rong of the Southern Star Kingdom. Doesn't that mean her current strength is incredible?"

Ji Zhiya was surprised by her quick reaction. He nodded in appreciation and said meaningfully, "Sword God Qi is renowned for his medical skills, while I practice alchemy techniques. Every profession has its own specializations, and there is a huge difference between medicine and alchemy."

"So?" Qi Jianshen's alchemy skills are far inferior to his?

"So, the Fire Lotus Seeds and Qingyou Fruits are far more useful in my hands than in Qi Jianshen's hands." Ji Zhiya picked up the teacup and sipped it leisurely.

This time, Ruan Chuyin completely understood. Only the elixir refined by Ji Zhiya was most useful to Wei Jiusi.

Is there any better way than marrying him right now?

Obviously not.

If that’s the case, what’s the point of communicating with my family?

Then he no longer hesitated and nodded.