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Fu Tianming now tries to stay at home as much as possible because it is filled with Qianqian's presence, especially since his bed has been occupied by her many times. Every night lying on it feels like she is right beside him. However, he returned home a bit late today.
Liu Qianqian originally thought about calling him but decided to surprise him instead, so she held back, resulting in the food being cold by the time he got back. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the little figure curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Fu Tianming was surprised because it wasn't the weekend; she rarely came over. He took off his outerwear and bent down to pick her up, intending to carry her back to her room, but suddenly noticed a pair of big eyes staring at him from his arms. "Qianqian, you're awake? I thought you were sleeping..." He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. In reality, he wanted to hold her a little longer.
"I'm hungry!"
"What?"
"I haven't eaten yet!"
"Did Sister Liang not cook today?"
"I'm going to starve!"
"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it!" Fu Tianming said anxiously and with concern. He wanted to put her down, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing his heart to race.
"I want you to feed me!"
"Okay! Qianqian—what does Qianqian want to eat?"
"I want you to make it!"
"I—I can't cook..." He looked troubled.
"Then I won't eat!" She pouted intentionally, pretending to be angry.
"I—I... then... I'll ask Sister Liang to teach me." Liu Qianqian couldn't help but beam with joy. How had she not realized before that he really cared about her? Happiness and joy surged within her. Fu Tianming couldn't let go of her and had no choice but to carry her into the kitchen, only to find a table full of dishes.
"Qianqian?" He looked puzzled.
"I worked hard for a long time to make your favorite dishes. But you didn't appreciate it and came back so late, hm!" She pouted again, deliberately trying to make him anxious. Sure enough, guilt and hidden happiness were written all over his face.
"You should have called me! I didn't expect you would come. Otherwise, I would have—just sit for a moment; I'll heat it up for you." In the end, he reluctantly set her down but felt an emptiness inside. Holding her felt so good!
Finally, they finished eating together. He wanted to stay by her side, but ultimately said, "It's getting late; Qianqian should go to sleep!"
"I want to sleep in your bed."
"Okay, I'll go to the guest room."
"You carry me there!"
"Qianqian—?" This request surprised him; she had never asked for something that would bring them closer like this. But honestly, he had longed for this many times in his heart.
He carried her toward his bedroom. When he was about to place her on the bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly kissed his lips. "I love you!" Before he could process what just happened, Qianqian's bold confession left him stunned. He never expected such happiness would come so suddenly.
"Qianqian----- what did you just say------" That kiss felt unreal; was that last sentence also an illusion?
"Qianqian loves you, has loved you for seven years. Do you love her? Will you want her? She isn't beautiful, she's humble; does she deserve you?" Fu Tianming couldn't help but bite his own hand, feeling the pain—this wasn't a dream!
"Qianqian, really, is it true? Are you serious?" He was trembling. "I------ are you talking about me? Qianqian, is it me? I------" Before he could continue, this quiet girl had already covered his still-moving mouth with her small lips. The kiss was long and deep, pouring out seven years of love's suffering. By the time it ended, Liu Qianqian knew her lips must be swollen and unattractive, but her heart felt as sweet as honey.
"You stole my first kiss; you have to take responsibility." She pouted her lips, which were already raised.
"I'm so much older than you; you'll regret this------" After the kiss, Fu Tianming realized how impulsive he had been. Looking at this petite girl before him, love and worry filled his heart; he feared she was just acting on a whim.
"What if I'm younger? You don't want me; do you think I'm unworthy?" For some reason, hearing him say that made her tears fall.
"Qianqian, Qianqian, I------ I------ fear that I'm not worthy of you and that you're just being impulsive. Qianqian------" Seeing her cry made him panic and lose his composure. It would be better to die than to make her sad.
"Okay, then tell me."
"Tell you? Tell you what?"
"Say that you love Qianqian; say that you want Qianqian."
"I want Qianqian; really, Qianqian, I've been waiting for you in my heart for seven years too. I hoped you'd grow up but feared you'd grow up and leave me!"
And so they talked about many things, including the torment they had both endured over the years. Until two in the morning, Liu Qianqian fell into a drowsy sleep, and Fu Tianming returned to his guest room to rest. He originally didn't want to leave her side but feared the servants would gossip if they found out. After all, Qianqian hadn't graduated yet; he had to wait a little longer. When he woke up in the morning, Qianqian had already rushed back to school. He had wanted to wake up early to see her off but cursed himself for sleeping so deeply once he relaxed. That evening he went to pick up Qianqian from school early; they had agreed that during these days before graduation, she would come home to stay.
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