Beautiful women often court trouble, with fate so fragile; they must be referring to someone like Ma Qingqing, a beauty without equal in the mortal world, right?
Perhaps the greatest legacy left by Secretary Ma Xudong to the mortal world was not the wealth embezzled and bribed into the national treasury, but his daughter?
Ma Qingqing was oblivious to the lurking dangers, and Liu Zhizhong was equally unaware of the impending pressures.
The two enjoyed flowers and delectable dishes at the quaint Peach Blossom Forest dining center in the bed and breakfast, stargazing under a sky brimming with stars, discussing everything under the chilly vestiges of spring—quite an interesting experience indeed!
Liu Zhizhong grew to admire the university student who was becoming increasingly well-mannered; devoid of any princess-like temperament, she was pure and uncorrupted, with wise eyes and a vivaciously thoughtful mind—quite charming.
To say he had no designs on Ma Qingqing, well, that would be impossible. He just felt somewhat guilty.
Ma Qingqing's pleased affection and admiration for Brother Zhizhong was an undeniable fact, and it wasn't just a matter of one or two days.
The starting point for her booking the bed and breakfast wasn't that a hint of that? Brother Zhizhong held significant weight in her heart, and not being with him seemed to her the greatest regret in life.
She did not want to miss out on someone as outstanding as Brother Zhizhong.
After the meal, Liu Zhizhong took Ma Qingqing for a stroll in the nearby Peach Blossom Forest.
The forest, blessed with lights, was a mix of darkness and brightness, creating beautiful scenes reminiscent of a heavenly fairyland.
Amid the flowers beneath the moonlight, countless couples held each other close, some even sharing kisses in the deeper parts of the forest, which made Ma Qingqing's heart race and her face flush!
Subconsciously, the girl clutched Liu Zhizhong's hand even tighter, her palm slightly sweaty!
Humans too are animals, creatures of nature. And natural instincts are just that, instincts.
Healthy young women in their prime, who take care of their bodies, rich with vibrant energy—how could they not desire certain things?
Liu Zhizhong too was full of youthful vigor, physically superior—how could he not think of such matters?
But still, Liu Zhizhong felt somewhat overwhelmed by all the romance in the Peach Blossom Forest.
At that moment, he couldn't help holding Ma Qingqing's hand and suggested turning back, "Qingqing, let's head back. The scenes here aren't too good for the recovery of my head injury."
"Ah? Brother Zhizhong, hasn't your wound healed yet?" Ma Qingqing asked with concern.
"Yes, I can't handle this stimulation, the accelerated blood flow is making the injury at the back of my head throb. Besides, constantly holding your hand, that's stimulation enough; it's been a bit painful!"
"Ah? I'm sorry, I…" Ma Qingqing was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, looking very apologetic.
Liu Zhizhong finally felt at ease.
A 19-year-old girl, a naive one at that, is indeed easy to deceive!
It was only by telling himself this that he felt a bit better. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩
So, the two headed back toward the bed and breakfast.
Halfway there, Liu Zhizhong said, "Qingqing, when we get back, you go wash up and lie down. Tonight, I'll just sleep on the sofa."
"Ah? Brother Zhizhong, you…"
"It's best that men and women keep their distance, especially since you're still in school."
"But…" Ma Qingqing's face blushed to her neck, and in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, she said, "Many female classmates go out on weekends, stay in hotels with their boyfriends—you know, some even rent apartments outside the school to live together."
Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Hmm, some might even end up with unexpected pregnancies."
"Yes, yes. Just last week, a girl in our class had to go out for an abortion!"
Ma Qingqing looked so earnest—truly adorable.
Liu Zhizhong put on a stern face, "How can you compare yourself to those girls? You are a stock wizard, you're my Little Sister Qingqing, understand?"
"But I… I just like you, and I just want to sleep with you…"
Having said this, Ma Qingqing, overwhelmed with shyness, hugged Liu Zhizhong's neck, pressing her small face against his broad chest, her bashfulness beyond description...