Save the villainous rag, and desperately force love upon him.

Shen Yi gently kissed Su Qiu's wound for a while, as if to silently comfort her.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if Su Qiu's pain were his own.

He seemed to be asking Su Qiu how she got these injuries.

Is the assassin still hunting her?

Or does she have other tasks to complete?

Then Shen Yi tilted his head back and gave her a tender peck on the lips.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with dependence and vulnerability, as if saying, "Please, have mercy on me."

Su Qiu's fingertips were slightly cool. She first pinched his reddened ears, then slowly moved to his Adam's apple, gently stroking it with her fingertips.

She lowered her head and kissed Shen Yi's lips, the kiss growing deeper and more intense.

Meanwhile, his fingertips still lingered on his Adam's apple.

As the kiss deepened, Su Qiu's fingers tightened slightly, gently gripping his neck.

Shen Yi did not resist at all; instead, he moved even closer to her.

As if with complete trust, he exposed his most vulnerable parts to her without reservation.

Even their breathing carried a hint of indulgence.

With a little force, Su Qiu pushed Shen Yi down onto the soft bedding.

Shen Yi tilted his head back, revealing his clearly defined jawline, without the slightest resistance.

He let Su Qiu's kiss fall upon him.

Su Qiu's hand groped among the blankets and quickly found Shen Yi's hand, their fingertips touching.

They then clasped hands tightly, their fingers intertwined.

The force felt as if they wanted to blend each other's warmth and breath into their very bones.

It was an intimate touch, yet it carried a certainty that left no room for escape.

Shen Yi's fingertips curled slightly as he felt the warmth emanating from his palm.

Close your eyes and surrender yourself completely to this moment of ecstasy.

……

******.

……

Shen Yi felt a slight tickle on his forehead, and muttered to himself:

Su Qiu is being so gentle today.

It's really not something I'm used to.

This guy can be incredibly gentle; he used to be so direct and even a bit violent towards me.

The sudden slowing of the tempo made him feel uneasy.

Shen Yi's cheeks were burning hot, and even his ears were turning red.

He subconsciously stretched out his arm to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that couldn't hide his shyness.

Su Qiu reached out and gently removed his arm, her fingertips touching his burning skin, a smile playing in her eyes:

"Why are you covering your face?"

Shen Yi abruptly turned his head away, not daring to look at her. His gaze fell elsewhere, his eyes darting around, a hint of panic in them.

"You're too...too gentle."

Su Qiu chuckled softly, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery: "I'm afraid you'll always think of me as a jerk."

"You're a bastard!" Shen Yi retorted stubbornly, but his cheeks turned even redder.

Su Qiu raised an eyebrow: "After all that cursing, it seems like all you can say is these few phrases. You're quite the little guy, though."

Shen Yi felt even more embarrassed by what was said; he was no little thing.

But he really isn't good at swearing.

Last time, when I was pushed to the limit, I said the most hurtful and heartbreaking thing.

He didn't really mean to call her an orphan.

At that time, he was being controlled and had no control over his own life.

He still remembers Su Qiu's stunned expression at that moment, as if the light in her eyes had dimmed.

She must have been very sad at that moment, and she almost let go of his hand.

Fortunately, Su Qiu did not let go of herself because of this; she realized her own struggle.

Later, I realized why I acted that way.

From then on, Shen Yi dared not curse casually anymore, and he kept using the same few words: "bastard" and "dead woman".

He couldn't even bring himself to say the word "get lost," afraid that if he spoke too harshly, Su Qiu would really leave him behind.

Because Su Qiu really will leave.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, but the redness on the tips of his ears lingered.

Su Qiu tilted her head slightly, looking at Shen Yi with a strange expression, as if she were teasing some rare object.

He then looked up at him, his tone carrying a slightly mischievous smile:

"If you don't know how to swear, how about I teach you?"

Shen Yi was stunned when he heard Su Qiu utter two words: "slut".

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry an electric current, instantly coursing through Shen Yi's entire body.

His face flushed bright red instantly, and he inexplicably felt that the word was describing him.

Feeling both embarrassed and ashamed, she instinctively kicked Su Qiu.

The force was as light as a feather, clearly indicating that the kick was aimed at avoiding touching her wounds.

It was less of a kick and more of a push tinged with annoyance.

Su Qiu looked at his helpless, shy, and evasive appearance.

The smile in his eyes deepened, tinged with a triumphant smugness. He deliberately moved closer, his breath brushing against Shen Yi's skin.

"What, you don't like it?"

Shen Yi was forced to shrink to the side and bury his face in the pillow.

She remained silent and ignored him, but her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Su Qiu seemed to have found a new source of amusement, and she became more and more enthusiastic as she talked.

The words that carried a touch of roguishness, when spoken by her, somehow had a unique flavor.

She started teasing Shen Yi, insisting that he answer every single thing she said.

Teach him how to use words and construct sentences.

For every sentence Su Qiu said, Shen Yi would add: I am...

Shen Yi was both embarrassed and angry at what he was said, his cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.

But deep down, there was a hint of excitement that was hard to explain.

This woman is really going too far.

He buried his face in his arms and refused to look up for a long time, only managing to squeeze out some muffled breaths from his throat.

No matter how he tried to dodge.

Su Qiu's tone and actions always carried that rare gentleness.

There was no coercion whatsoever; it was more like playing an intimate little game with him.

Just like any ordinary young couple.

Her fingertips would occasionally brush gently against his back, with a soothing tone.

Shen Yi could clearly feel that tenderness, even though those words made him flustered and confused.

He couldn't muster even a hint of real anger; instead, he felt a sense of awe towards Su Qiu.

It felt both unfamiliar and irresistibly inviting.

He wanted to get a little closer, and even closer.

Shen Yi said in a hoarse voice, "******"

Su Qiu's chest heaved as she reached out and grabbed Shen Yi's waist: "You're courting death!"

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