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The kiss was so long and heavy that Shen Qingyou felt breathless. Her consciousness began to fade as she silently endured Qing Cang's kiss, which was heavier than life itself.
After a prolonged, wet kiss, Qing Cang released Shen Qingyou's lips and kissed her neck, beginning his forceful conquest.
The skin he had kissed stung in patches, intense and frenzied. Just like Qing Cang at this moment, the thought of this woman just moments ago being pleasured beneath that old man made him seethe with rage, his insides twisting in agony. This was a descent into love, where it was impossible to distinguish who bore the original sin of this bone-deep affection.
At the moment Qing Cang entered Shen Qingyou's body, she trembled. In a daze, tears shimmered in her amber eyes.
Faced with Qing Cang's assault, she thought she could resist with silence, wrap herself in exhaustion, and disguise herself with so-called strength. But reality shattered her stubbornness into pieces, dissipating into a blur. Today, she realized that her so-called strength was nothing but futile delusion.
As their bodies merged, Shen Qingyou came to understand that deep down, she loved Qing Cang. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made a deal with the devil. Once she recognized this reality, this love seemed to permeate every particle of dust in the air; if one wasn't careful, it would sneak into her eyelids and force tears down her cheeks, yet it couldn't dispel the relentless affection that surged forth.
The night was forgiving, encompassing all her unworthiness. Unbeknownst to her, she had willingly surrendered herself.
Rising to the window, the moonlight was like cold silk, ultimately enveloping her in a chill.
"Serene, marry me..."
This gentle whisper still echoed in her ears. Qing Cang, if I stop now, can I remain in your embrace?
She lifted her gaze to the wutong tree outside the white lace curtains, adorned with blooming flowers. A wave of fragrant scent lingered in the air as fallen petals danced together in clusters, reluctant to disperse.
In this world, though each year may seem similar, this year's flowers are not the same as last year's. The fragrance of flowers and leaves is unique to each season; some loves are destined to be out of reach and are hard to forget...
At this moment, Shen Qingyou couldn't help but recall Xi Murong's lines: "There is a kind of love that can never meet, can never be spoken, can never be remembered, just like a spark that can never ignite, gazing at the darkness in solitude."
Qing Cang's love for her was a form of greed; even if she possessed it, what difference would it make? How many people could foresee the blood and tears that would follow?
The man on the bed let out a soft snore, his sleeping posture so peaceful, like that of a baby. "Qing Cang, I'm sorry, I have no way out..."
A tear slowly dripped from her eyes. Then, without looking back, she walked out of the room. After hearing the gentle sound of the door closing, Qing Cang, who was sound asleep on the bed, suddenly opened his bright eyes. "Shen Qingyou, why do you feel you have no way out?"
Just as Shen Qingyou stepped out of Qing Cang's house, a black Audi A6 slowly came to a stop in front of her. The black license plate and its impressive registration caught her attention. Shen Qingyou looked in confusion at the elderly man stepping out of the car. He had a bronze-colored face and bright eyes like copper bells. A pointed chin adorned with a tuft of goat beard complemented his tall stature and broad shoulders. Upon closer inspection, he bore some resemblance to Qing Cang. Could this be the ancestor that Qing Cang often mentioned?
Despite being over seventy years old, he walked briskly towards Shen Qingyou with a firm stride and a voice as powerful as thunder. "Sister Shen, may I have a word with you?"
"Sister Shen, please!"
Before Shen Qingyou could refuse, Qing Guo Bo had already gestured for her to enter. Now she finally understood why Qing Cang could be so domineering; he inherited that domineering trait from him.
The black car slowly started and disappeared into the vast night. Shen Qingyou glanced at the imposing Qing Guo Bo beside her. Her heart began to race; even without speaking, this elder exuded an inexplicable authority. This Qing Cang truly had pushed himself to the forefront...
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