Chapter 77

In one’s life, one will encounter many problems. Some need to be understood by oneself, while others only add unnecessary troubles. I thought Song Si Nian’s matter should have been over, but who knew this person would still be so persistent.

“Who is more important, him or me?” Jiang Ming Yue asked this way.

Shen Yao Xing chewed on the new-style pastry expressionlessly, looking here and there, pretending she didn’t hear.

Jiang Ming Yue naturally wouldn’t let her off so easily. His originally parallel sitting posture changed to face her profile. His long fingers, as white and delicate as jade, pinched her chin, forcefully turning it towards himself, repeating again: “Who is more important after all?”

Shen Yao Xing’s face was squeezed out of shape, her puckered mouth speaking unclearly: “You’re not letting me…”

The young man remained unmoved, as if his hand would stay on her face if she didn’t speak.

Maintaining this pinched-face posture for a while, Shen Yao Xing wanted to roll her eyes in helplessness, “I’ve told you before, you’re important…”

Jiang Ming Yue stared at her glumly, the strength in his hand not decreasing at all, clearly unsatisfied with this answer.

Sometimes Shen Yao Xing really felt this person was very childish. What was the point of asking such questions, and being so stubborn? They were about to get married after all.

“You, you, you!” But she still compromised in the end.

As soon as the words fell, the hand on her face loosened. The young man’s oppressive aura instantly dissipated completely. His eyes seemed to shatter into thousands of stars. His eyebrows and eyes curved with satisfaction, his gaze like a spider web woven from sweet silk, tightly wrapping around her.

“You are also the most important to me,” he said softly.

More important than life itself.

There would never be anyone in this world who cared for her more than him.

Hearing these words, Shen Yao Xing’s face showed a hint of emotion. While rubbing her reddened cheeks, she turned her head to look at him. The passionate feelings in those eyes made her instinctively avoid them. With red-tipped ears, she scratched her head and mumbled in response: “I know.”

After saying this, Shen Yao Xing picked up another new-style pastry and continued eating, though not with as much appetite as before. A subtle, indescribable romance lingered in the air, and a faint pink atmosphere arose between the two.

Since the two had reconciled, such situations often occurred. Shen Yao Xing still couldn’t adapt to it.

She coughed lightly and changed her sitting posture, saying to the person beside her who was staring at her intently: “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes turned slightly, his gaze falling on the half-bitten pastry in her hand. He didn’t speak, just pursed his lips and stared fixedly.

That gaze was too intense for Shen Yao Xing to ignore. After hesitating for a moment, she handed over the half-eaten pastry. The young man leaned forward accordingly, extending his pink tongue tip to curl the small piece of pastry into his mouth from her hand. In the end, he even lightly licked her index finger.

The soft, wet sensation made Shen Yao Xing open her eyes wide, looking curiously at her own index finger. Just now, she seemed to have felt a current of electricity.

The young man still maintained his leaning posture, his hands supporting forward on the seat cushion. His handsome face was flushed, his eyes moist, looking like a soft and delicious little beast, shyly looking at her.

Shen Yao Xing had never seen him look so enticing before, like a pet raised at home, completely harmless, making her unable to resist reaching out to rub his black hair.

Jiang Ming Yue’s body stiffened for a moment, but after reacting, he tentatively tilted his head and gently nuzzled her palm.

That expression of squinting in enjoyment looked like he was about to “meow” the next second.

Suddenly, the hand stroking his hair paused. Shen Yao Xing withdrew her hand and used her fingers to touch his lips. Her big eyes were full of excitement, wanting to try that electric feeling again.

Jiang Ming Yue was stunned for a good while and couldn’t react, until the young woman disappointedly withdrew her hand. He hurriedly grasped her wrist, “It’s not that I’m unwilling…”

He wanted to, he very much wanted to, longed to have more intimate contact with her.

Shen Yao Xing calmed down and felt this was a bit inappropriate. She laughed dryly twice: “Sorry, I was just a bit dizzy just now, don’t mind it.”

“I don’t mind” he responded urgently almost as soon as the young woman’s voice fell. After saying it, he felt he was too undignified, lowered his gaze with a blushing face, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly like butterfly wings.

“In a few more days, it will be our wedding day. We can’t see each other for three days before the wedding…”

“Ah, I know about this.” Shen Yao Xing had specially gone to brush up on the marriage rules of this world before.

There was not a hint of affection on the young woman’s face. Jiang Ming Yue only felt empty in his heart, and was more eager to be intimate with her. He tightly grasped her wrist and leaned over, complaining lowly in her ear: “You don’t need to see me for three days, are you extremely happy about that?”

That aggrieved and lost voice made one’s heart tighten upon hearing it.

Shen Yao Xing shook her head: “No, how could that be.”

“Then will you miss me?”

Shen Yao Xing nodded without hesitation, “I will.”

As if waiting for her to say this, Jiang Ming Yue’s half-lowered eyes were tinged with enchantment. He continued to whisper seductively in her ear: “Then, don’t you want to do something to me before that.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine…” he said this way.

Shen Yao Xing finally realized at this moment that the person in front of her was a demon who could enchant people’s hearts and bewitch their souls, easily pulling one into an irretrievable abyss.

At this time, his face was already blushing red with shyness, yet he still put on an innocent and alluring appearance. The silk sash at his waist had been unknowingly untied by him, his loose robes falling open to reveal that fair and delicate collarbone, the rest faintly visible, making one stare straight-eyed.

Shen Yao Xing did indeed stare straight-eyed. She hadn’t expected a man’s collarbone could be so beautiful to this extent. As if thinking of something, she hurriedly pulled his robe closed, “Don’t randomly take off your clothes, what if someone sees!”

Jiang Ming Yue raised a sweet smile, “No one will come here.”

“That’s still not okay!” She didn’t want to see him naked at all.

Seemingly knowing what the young woman was thinking, Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes were resentful. He pushed her away angrily, turned his back and tied the sash, no longer paying her any attention.

Shen Yao Xing scratched her head worriedly and negotiated with him, “How about I just let you kiss me once?”

“Hmph”

“Then how about I kiss you once?”