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Qinglan's heart trembled, and she momentarily froze, her gaze quickly darting away. She reached up to smooth her hair, trying to create some space in the cramped surroundings to escape this highly ambiguous and tempting posture.
However, the area for movement was too small; her hands could hardly move. She remained tightly wrapped in his embrace.
His eyes were still fixed on her, his rapid breath brushing against her ear, the rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his heartbeat resonating with her own racing heart and heaving chest.
This position was too ambiguous, too enticing, too captivating, and too hard to pull away from.
She could only lower her head, sinking down until she was almost curled up in his arms.
Unbeknownst to her, his hand had already moved to her hair, gliding from her neck to her ear, slowly wandering to the back of her head, gently caressing before moving to the top of her head and then to her forehead.
His cool fingertips lightly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, then gently caressed her smooth, broad forehead, moving down to the tip of her nose and finally to her lips.
“Lanlan, let’s get married tonight,” he whispered softly in her ear.
“Mm.” Without hesitation or a moment's thought, instinctively and unconsciously, Qinglan agreed.
His head continued to lower; his lips lightly touched hers, cool against her warmth.
Her heart raced again, but her body involuntarily pressed closer to him. His hand tightened around her waist while the other continued to gently caress her face. After lightly kissing her lips, their mouths met again due to the closeness of their bodies.
She took the initiative to brush against his lips.
The spark ignited into a flame that could not be extinguished. He suddenly tightened his embrace further, holding her close as their lips uncontrollably met in a passionate kiss. His tongue surged into her mouth like a storm, exploring deeper and deeper as he eagerly sought more.
His other hand cradled the back of her head, leaving her no way to escape. Her lowered head could only rise passively to meet him.
He continuously craved more from her, and she generously gave it. Then she sought more from him, and he unreservedly satisfied her.
Tongues and lips intertwined, their voices lingering.
In the wilderness, amidst the fields, he softly and deeply called out, "Lanlan."
Under the vast sky, in the midst of desolation, she responded dreamily and passionately, "Mm."
Forgetting the world, forgetting the mountains and rivers, forgetting the wind and clouds, forgetting everything around them, the two of them desperately craved each other, tightly embracing one another.
When the passion finally subsided, Qinglan curled up in Xu Wen's arms like a cat. Xu Wen stroked her soft hair and gently said, "Let's get married tonight and go get the certificate tomorrow."
Qinglan nestled in his embrace and nodded, "Mm."
After a long time, they finally released each other and held hands as they walked towards home.
Qinglan kept her head down, not daring to look around, her gaze only focused on a spot about a meter in front of her toes.
Xu Wen held her hand tightly; whenever she tried to break free, he held on even tighter. He always looked at her sideways.
Just as they walked from the fields onto the main road, they accidentally bumped into someone.
When they looked up, both pairs of eyes went wide in surprise.
Standing before them was none other than An Shaojie, his cold gaze fixed intently on Qinglan as if Xu Wen beside her did not exist.
His hands were shoved into his suit pants pockets, his sharp eyes moving from Qinglan's face to their tightly clasped hands.
Xu Wen instinctively tightened his grip on Qinglan's hand, and she unconsciously leaned closer to him, looking up at him.
His gaze shifted back to Qinglan's face, staring at her intently with a chilling glare!
"Am I afraid of you? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Qinglan faced his gaze without fear or retreat.
The previously sharp gaze turned into a furious glare, and An Shaojie's hand in his pocket clenched into a fist.
Xu Wen stared at An Shaojie for a moment, cleared his throat, and said with a light smile, "It's An Shaojie, out for a stroll so early."
In this direct confrontation, who was afraid of whom? Since they were face to face, Xu Wen greeted him calmly. He wasn't petty or small-minded; it was only natural to greet an old classmate when they met.
An Shaojie remained silent.
"The morning air in the countryside is quite nice; it's a good time to take a walk," Xu Wen continued with a smile.
He forced a smile as a greeting, but his tense expression showed no signs of relaxation.
"Let's go back," Qinglan said, tilting her head to look at Xu Wen, her eyes no longer glancing at An Shaojie.
"Mm." Xu Wen nodded with a smile, "Let's go back."
Then, he looked at An Shaojie, who was blocking their way.
But An Shaojie stood motionless in the middle of the road like a roadblock, trying to force them to let go of each other and not allow them to walk side by side.
However, Qinglan did not move, and Xu Wen did not let go; both wore faint smiles on their faces.
"An Shaojie, are you going to pass first, or should we go first? If you want to go first, we'll make way for you," Xu Wen said politely with a smile.
After saying that, he and Qinglan remained hand in hand and stepped aside together.
Qinglan smiled lightly as she tilted her head to look at Xu Wen.
An Shaojie's footsteps did not move.
"Then let's go ahead," Qinglan said, already pulling Xu Wen's hand and standing in the middle of the road like a roadblock. She said to An Shaojie, "Since you're not coming over, please let us pass first." Her face wore a smile, but her voice was cold and proud.
After a brief pause, An Shaojie finally stepped aside, allowing a path to open up, just like when Qinglan had stood by the roadside watching him leave silently years ago.
Qinglan held Xu Wen's hand, no longer shy or hesitant, walking past him with her head held high and confidence.
Just as Qinglan and Xu Wen walked by, a low voice came from behind them.
"Lanlan..."
Qinglan's body stiffened for a moment, and Xu Wen also stopped, looking at Qinglan. He tightened his grip on her hand slightly before loosening it a bit.
However, Qinglan tightened her grip on his hand in return and continued to walk forward after a brief pause.
As they walked, Xu Wen glanced back slightly, noticing that An Shaojie's figure had already moved quite a distance away.
He felt puzzled; it was clearly his voice that had called out to Qinglan just now.
Could it be that he had imagined it? That couldn't be! Didn't Qinglan seem to have heard his voice too? Could it be that both of them were experiencing an illusion?
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