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"Am I not a weirdo?" he asked, somewhat jokingly.

Yichun shook her head earnestly: "No, you are a good person."

Shu Jun clicked his tongue twice, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He rested his chin on his hand, stared at her intently, and said softly, "I like it when you call me a bad guy."

Why? He's clearly not a bad person.

Yichun's puzzled expression flickered for only a moment under the lamplight before the candle suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

A pair of arms held her tightly, her whole body sinking into a warm and broad embrace.

"Don't move, you silly child."

Her lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol, were soft and burning hot. In that instant, he felt that nothing could stop him. He tightened his arms, wanting to crush and soften her, to press her against his body.

He wanted her to willingly jump down and fall into his net, so he could carefully put her away in his sleeve.

His burning fingers unconsciously dug into her thick hair; the kisses weren't enough, even these passionate, intoxicating kisses weren't enough.

I really want to devour her whole, leaving not even the bones.

He must be drunk, very drunk.

Chapter Eleven

The little pumpkin had long since disappeared. The room was dark, unusually dark, even though the snow outside the window was a bright white.

Perhaps because Yichun had also drunk too much, she was entangled in the dense darkness and unable to escape. Even her fingertips were weak and powerless; they should be very flexible and strong, with enough force to sever the man's wrist with a single sword swing.

Weakness and a lack of self-reliance—these were things that should never have happened to her.

That's not right, things shouldn't go that way, you have to push him away, push him away.

Her hands pressed against his chest, but she could only perceive her own slender and petite figure. Her lips were burning hot, but her palms were gradually cooling, and a strange, intoxicating feeling made her heart pound.

He suffocated her completely, leaving her unable to extricate herself.

As if he knew all her weaknesses, without even asking, he brushed her tangled hair aside strand by strand, and his soft, hot lips spread across her cheeks, carrying a hint of cunning probing. He lightly touched her neck before pulling away.

He could immediately feel her tremble suddenly, looking somewhat bewildered. Shu Jun opened his mouth and bit her neck, his tongue licking her skin delicately. Her skin was warm and smooth, and perhaps because of unfamiliarity, or perhaps because of nervousness and intoxication, goosebumps rose on her skin.

Yichun shook her head, trying to leave, but her hands and feet were trapped in his arms, as if she were sinking into a vast ocean, feeling a desperate sense of being unable to escape.

He managed to say, "We've all had too much to drink..."

His voice suddenly stopped again. He kissed her without reservation, as if he really wanted to devour her. The lingering taste of strong liquor filled her mouth, bitter and astringent, but his breath was mellow, sweet, and intoxicating.

Battles between people are mostly bloody and violent, involving swords and axes, poison and intoxication, and using all sorts of strange and varied methods.

Yi Chun clearly felt that she was also fighting now. There was no bloodshed or merciless swords. He used his lips and tongue to make her weak, his fingertips to make her tired, and his embrace to teach her to fall.

Their lips were stuck together, and their tongues, like writhing snakes, were entangled and intertwined, unable to separate.

In her confusion, the hair tie came loose, and he held her long, black hair in his hands, stroking it from top to bottom. His hands lingered on her hair and then suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist, almost embedding themselves into her body.

He wanted to keep her. What would those clear, bright eyes look like if they were focused on him? He shouldn't fly so high, shouldn't be indifferent to everything, and shouldn't drift further and further away from him.

He wouldn't be a burden lagging behind, a stumbling block hindering her progress, nor would he walk away aloof, looking down on her. Just as she said that day, in her heart, the two of them were equals, neither superior nor inferior, like two birds, flying side by side—wasn't that enough?

If love must have a first-come-first-served order, Yang Shen will give her everything he can, and he will also give her what he cannot.

He once told the young lady of the Carefree Sect that whoever liked him could only like him, otherwise he would never speak to her again. How cold-blooded and ruthless he was back then, boasting beyond belief. Only after falling in love with someone did he understand what it felt like.

Whether beautiful or ugly, poor or rich, these things have completely faded into dull, lifeless dust.

It's as if the whole world is black and white, and only when she's there is it vibrant and colorful. I can't help but keep looking at her, following her, and wishing her the happiest life.

Yes, this time he will no longer run away, nor will he ambiguously ignore the feelings in his heart.

He likes her, that's all.

“…Yichun, come with me,” Shu Jun said.

She has no way back, and there never will be. Whoever Shu Jun loves, she will never let go for the rest of her life.

Amidst the chaos, Yichun felt as if she had been lifted up by a gust of wind, spinning and mesmerized. In the darkness, layers of gauze curtains swayed, a subtle fragrance wafting through the air, enveloping them.

A slight tearing sound came from above, probably from a piece of light gauze being torn off. It floated down onto Yichun's face, blocking her from breathing.

Her outer garment also fell to the ground along with the light gauze.

She should have felt cold without her clothes, but she felt hotter and hotter, as if the strong liquor had hit her head and made her dizzy.

The bed should be large, but as she tossed and turned, she felt like she was about to fall off again, hanging there uneasy. Occasionally, she would peek outside through the sheer curtains and could only see the vague outline of his body—lean and strong, his arms tightly around her, his long black hair cascading over her body like a waterfall.

Yichun felt a sudden sense of unfamiliarity with this person and this matter.

He gasped for breath and suddenly buried his head in the light gauze, forehead to forehead with hers, his eyes burning with the flames of an entire ocean.

"Is what I'm doing wrong?" Shu Jun asked her in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

She was also panting, their limbs still intertwined, completely inseparable. His body was hotter than a branding iron, and a dangerous sensation pressed against her, a sensation that evoked her primal fear.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, very softly: "...Why...is this?"

The question was strange, but he immediately understood what she meant. He reached out and swept all her hair back, revealing her entire forehead.

He said, "Because I like it, what about you?"