When Li Qingcang thought of someone trying to snatch her away right in front of him in the beginning, he felt as if his territory had been invaded.
She belonged to him.
She could only be his.
No one could take her away from him. He wouldn’t let them take her away. He would fight anyone who would try.
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Tianxin’s hair. He bent over to smell her hair.
It smelled good.
Her scent was unique to girls her age.
The smell was sultry. His heart was happy.
Li Qingcang stood up quietly, then walked towards the desk. He opened a small drawer and took out a pair of scissors. Then he cut a few strands of Ye Tianxin’s hair. He tidied up the strands and put them into his ID bag.
Now, his beautiful woman would always be with him.
Li Qingcang’s heart was filled with passion.
Every vein in his body longed for Ye Tianxin.
He could hardly control his feelings.
He bent over again. This time, his lips were close to hers.
Just like the finest suet jade, her face was fair and delicate.
Do not.
Do not.
Do not.
Li Qingcang stood up. He felt like a beast.
Li Qingcang took a deep breath. He couldn’t take it any longer.
He was afraid that the monster in him would come out and do something he would regret. He couldn’t let that happen.
He couldn’t bear to hurt Ye Tianxin.
She was his Tianxin.
He wanted to take care of her forever.
He wanted to spoil her.
He wanted to love her.
He wanted to devote his life to her.
Li Qingcang checked out the time on his watch. It was already late.
The singing contest would soon be over.
Tomorrow’s training task was very intense.
With Tianxin’s current state, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.
Li Qingcang hesitated. He walked to Ye Tianxin’s side. The reasonable him had the urge to wake her up.
But when his eyes fell on her sleeping face, he couldn’t utter a word.
He couldn’t bear it.
He couldn’t bear to wake her up.
He even wanted her to stay.
“Tianxin, do you like me?” he asked quietly.
Tianxin, I like you.
Do you like me?
Do you think I am a pervert?
Are you bothered that I am older than you?
Will you…
Li Qingcang had been keeping a ton of questions in his heart.
He wasn’t sure if Ye Tianxin liked him or not.
He was even more uncertain whether or not her admiration was that of a sister’s to a brother.
He was hoping it was admiration in a romantic way.
Li Qingcang’s fingers gently stroked Ye Tianxin’s lips. Then he touched his own lips.
He felt as if he was kissing her.
It wasn’t enough.
This kind of kiss—if someone could actually call it that—wasn’t enough.
He wanted to kiss her lips.
He wanted a real kiss.
When his cool lips touched her soft lips, Li Qingcang’s mind seemed to be bursting with fireworks, one by one exploding in the sky, illuminating it. He felt heavenly.
Her lips were pleasantly fragrant, and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her more intensely and longer.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t continue.
Li Qingcang mustered to subdue the urge he had been suppressing for more than 20 years.
He raised his head with reluctance and looked at her lips, which were now moist.
He felt warm. His heart felt warm.
Li Qingcang coughed before reaching out and holding Ye Tianxin in his arms.
He must let Ye Tianxin go back to the dormitory before the training was over.