After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 78
Chapter 78
Yu Qingtang's ears buzzed, and her mind went blank.
Her gaze instinctively landed on the slightly parted red lips of the woman beneath her.
Cheng Zhanxi had just showered not long ago and wasn't wearing lipstick, but her lips were still moist, displaying a full, pale pink hue.
The knuckles of her hand gripping Cheng Zhanxi's wrist tightened subconsciously, pressing it deeper into the soft pillow.
This was a visual stimulus.
Cheng Zhanxi still offered no resistance, even tilting her slender neck back slightly. From her chin to the line of her neck, the partially open collar of her pajamas revealed an alluring and graceful curve extending inwards.
Yu Qingtang parted her lips, her eyes tracing the extended line, lingering, reluctant to look away.
Finally, they returned to her red lips.
Cheng Zhanxi opportunely closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, offering herself completely.
She was truly unskilled in the art of seduction, afraid that if she met Yu Qingtang's gaze for too long, she wouldn't be able to resist turning the tables and taking control, at the very least kissing her until she cried and begged for mercy.
And Yu Qingtang, pinning her seemingly weak and powerless wrist, her mind working sluggishly.
She wanted...
She wanted...
Saliva was pooling in her throat. She opened her mouth and softly called, "Cheng Zhanxi."
Cheng Zhanxi, eyes still closed, responded with a lazy, nasal hum and a light chuckle, "Hm?"
Yu Qingtang's hand tightened again, leaving faint red marks on Cheng Zhanxi's fair, delicate wrist.
"Cheng Zhanxi..." the woman on top of her called again, her voice lowering, tinged with obvious grievance.
Cheng Zhanxi's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes.
Yu Qingtang was looking down at her, yet there wasn't a hint of a condescending attitude. Instead, she looked like the one who had been bullied, pitifully accusing her, "Why did you stop holding me?"
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
What else could Cheng Zhanxi do?
In less than a second, she propped herself up on her elbows, sat up, and pulled Yu Qingtang into her embrace, gently patting her back to soothe her.
"I was wrong, I'm sorry."
Yu Qingtang, partly in a huff, clutched the fabric of Cheng Zhanxi's clothes in front of her. She accidentally pulled the collar too wide, unintentionally catching a glimpse of a vast, beautiful spring scene.
Yu Qingtang's heart lurched. She quickly let go, and once it was properly covered again, a sense of regret welled up within her as she replayed the image in her mind.
Yu Qingtang bit her lip, secretly annoyed: What she has, I have too, just a bit smaller. What's there to look at.
Her mind was racing with thoughts, but Cheng Zhanxi was completely unaware. Cheng Zhanxi just kept sighing inwardly; she had gone this far, and Yu Qingtang still hadn't kissed her.
Cheng Zhanxi soothed Yu Qingtang, then lay down with her in her arms, allowing the other woman to wrap her arms around her waist.
Yu Qingtang got what she wanted, but that place in her heart still felt empty, urgently needing to be filled. She awkwardly snuggled closer into Cheng Zhanxi's embrace, trying to bridge this gap with even closer intimacy, but it was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.
Tonight, Cheng Zhanxi decided to just be Yu Qingtang's good friend. She let Yu Qingtang touch her here and there, remaining pure in thought and calm, and asked, "How did your hearing get better?"
Yu Qingtang nestled in her arms, almost glued to the woman, and said, "My hearing was always fine."
Cheng Zhanxi: "???"
The two entered a long-talk mode. Yu Qingtang temporarily forgot her craving for something from Cheng Zhanxi and pulled back slightly, adjusting their sleeping positions to be more conducive to a heart-to-heart conversation.
Yu Qingtang frowned slightly, not knowing how to tell her.
Cheng Zhanxi's fingertip touched her brow, smoothing the woman's furrowed, delicate eyebrows.
Cheng Zhanxi realized she had overstepped and was about to withdraw her hand when Yu Qingtang caught it, holding it gently.
Cheng Zhanxi thought, Oh well, and let her hold it.
Yu Qingtang chose her words carefully. "When I was little, I encountered some bad things, so I stopped hearing and speaking." She looked into Cheng Zhanxi's eyes and said softly, "I didn't intentionally deceive you. I only learned to speak later."
Cheng Zhanxi hummed, "I know."
Yu Qingtang: "After I grew up, I saw a psychologist and consulted about this. The doctor said it might have been a self-protection mechanism."
From her vague memories, Cheng Zhanxi knew Yu Qingtang had likely had an unhappy childhood. Today, she also learned about her biological mother's early death. So, she considerately skipped over this topic and asked, "Did you move directly to Sicheng after you moved? Have you been here ever since?"
Yu Qingtang nodded.
"Then, these past years, have you been..." Cheng Zhanxi originally wanted to ask if she had been well. But then she remembered the day she first met Yu Qingtang, her indifferent, cold eyes; her going to a bar to let loose for unknown reasons; her sitting dazedly in the wind and rain corridor after the students jointly petitioned the school. When Cheng Zhanxi told her not to be sad, she said, "I don't know." Only after Lian Yabing came to the office crying to her did she belatedly say she seemed a little sad; her calm yet pain-filled voice asking Cheng Zhanxi to forget that absurd night; her saying she had no hobbies other than studying, that she listened to music just for the sound and watched TV just for the liveliness; her saying she had no friends; she had no family who doted on her; she didn't know the difference between love and friendship.
She didn't like this world at all.
How could she have been well? Cheng Zhanxi's throat tightened, her eyes reddening. She didn't voice the question.
What pained her even more was that the deaf-mute girl she knew in childhood was also the beloved person she wanted to cherish and protect. No matter how gently she treated her in the future, those past scars could never fully heal.
Yu Qingtang heard her unfinished sentence and automatically completed it in her mind with "how have you been?" She replied, "After I moved back to Sicheng, I lived with my grandparents. I studied at a special education school for two years. Later, when I could speak, I transferred to a regular elementary school and continued through middle and high school. I got into university in the capital, and after graduating, I came back here to work."
Her life was unremarkable, summed up in just a few sentences. The only bright spot was that distant memory, the shared memory she had with Cheng Zhanxi.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't speak, burying her face in the crook of the woman's neck.
Yu Qingtang soon felt a large patch of dampness.
Compared to her wailing outburst during the day, this time she cried with great restraint, making no sound. Hot tears soaked Yu Qingtang's shoulder, flowed into the hollow of her collarbone, making everything damp.
Yu Qingtang no longer felt jealous of Momo. She strangely understood from Cheng Zhanxi's trembling, crying shoulders who she was crying for.
Yu Qingtang shifted her gaze to the quiet space by the desk, her fingers combing through Cheng Zhanxi's soft, long hair, as if soothing an injured young animal.
She was always like this, empathizing with others' pain more deeply than her own.
Yu Qingtang sighed softly.
Actually, she didn't feel her life had been bitter. Any kind of life, once you got used to it, wasn't a big deal. Besides, after so many years, fate had allowed her to meet her again.
For the first time, she felt that fate hadn't been unkind to her.
Even if her life ended today, she would have no regrets.
But Cheng Zhanxi in her arms clearly didn't think so. She cried even more miserably, more torrentially than during the day, clenching her jaw tightly, first enduring silently, then breaking into sobs.
Yu Qingtang's heart ached along with her.
She tenderly cupped Cheng Zhanxi's tear-streaked face, kissing away her tears drop by drop, while sadly coaxing, "Don't cry anymore, okay?"
Cheng Zhanxi choked out a "Mm," and wiped her tears with her hand.
Yu Qingtang stopped her hand, took the tissue box from the bedside table, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Cheng Zhanxi sniffled. "Do I look very ugly like this?"
Yu Qingtang studied her seriously, her eyes gentle, and said, "No, you're very beautiful."
Cheng Zhanxi was almost moved to tears again by her obviously pitying gaze, and forced herself to say, "You're lying to me."
A smile touched Yu Qingtang's voice. "Why would I lie to you?"
She felt that Cheng Zhanxi at this moment was like a rabbit with red, teary eyes, exceptionally endearing.
Cheng Zhanxi: "Because... because you want to cheer me up."
Yu Qingtang looked at her and said earnestly, "I do want to cheer you up, but I'm not lying to you."
Whether for her image or for other reasons, Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and explained, "I'm not usually like this. It's only because it's you that I'm like this."
Yu Qingtang hummed in acknowledgment.
Cheng Zhanxi: "Do you believe me?"
Yu Qingtang nodded. "I believe you." She imagined Cheng Zhanxi crying like this for someone else, and an indescribable discomfort, anger, and jealousy welled up inside her, all tangled together. Even the mere thought was unbearable to her!
Leaning against the headboard, Cheng Zhanxi gradually calmed down.
Recalling how she had just cried again, Cheng Zhanxi felt quite composed. First time awkward, second time familiar; she was on her third or fourth time now, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about in front of Yu Qingtang. In the future, when they were in bed, she would inevitably be made to cry a few times in return. She could just consider this advance practice.
Cheng Zhanxi also talked about herself: elementary school, middle school, high school, studying abroad.
Her experiences were much richer than Yu Qingtang's. In elementary school, she was mischievous, couldn't sit still in class, always fidgeting, and was often called to the principal's office. Her parents were frequent visitors to the teachers' office. Coincidentally, her older brother was in the same elementary school, three grades above her. Cheng Yuanxi was the epitome of a young nobleman, wearing little suits, bow ties, and sometimes even tailcoats. He was polite and well-mannered from a young age, the complete opposite of his mischievous little sister. When the Cheng parents were busy, the upper-elementary Cheng Yuanxi would go to the teachers' office to fetch his sister, earnestly apologizing to the teacher and promising to discipline his sister properly. Little Cheng Zhanxi would hang her head, looking sincerely remorseful.
In reality, from the moment Cheng Yuanxi entered, the two would secretly exchange knowing glances.
—Watch your brother, I guarantee it'll be fine.
—Brother, I want ice cream.
The teacher, looking at this beautiful pair of siblings, would find her anger dissipating. She would just wave her hand, tell them to be careful next time, and let them go.
As soon as they left the office, Cheng Yuanxi would take out the candy he had prepared in his little suit pocket, unwrap it, and thoughtfully bring it to her lips.
Little Cheng Zhanxi would look at the candy and shake her head, saying, "I want ice cream."
Cheng Yuanxi would say, "Have this for now, I'll buy you some later."
Little Cheng Zhanxi would blink her eyes and say, "But Mom doesn't let me eat it."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Cheng Yuanxi's face. Seeing his sister's pitiful expression, he puffed out his chest and said in his childish voice, "Brother says you can eat it, Brother will buy it for you." He offered the candy forward again, "Xixi, be good, eat the candy first."
Only then did little Cheng Zhanxi pop the candy into her mouth.
Little Cheng Zhanxi ate too much ice cream during that period and got diarrhea. Mrs. Cheng then cut off her ice cream supply. Who knew her son would secretly feed his sister behind the adults' backs? Little Cheng Zhanxi started having diarrhea again, accompanied by a fever, and ended up in the hospital on an IV drip, scaring Mr. and Mrs. Cheng badly. Before they could figure it out, Cheng Yuanxi stood by his sister's hospital bed and burst into tears, wailing that he shouldn't have given his sister ice cream and so on, crying ever so miserably.
Reaching this point in her story, Cheng Zhanxi said to Yu Qingtang, "Actually, I don't remember much of it; my mom told me later. Of course, my brother would deny this embarrassing incident to his grave. But..."
As Yu Qingtang listened to her story, she imagined the mischievous Cheng Zhanxi in her mind. Hearing her pause, she tilted her head to look at her.
Cheng Zhanxi said, "My dad captured it on camera. A boy in a tailcoat and little suit, mouth wide open, wailing, his face covered in tears. Tsk."
Yu Qingtang laughed. "Your brother was just worried about you, and you're still making fun of him."
Cheng Zhanxi said, "Huh? Aren't you laughing too?"
Yu Qingtang touched the upward curve of her own lips and said, "Alright." Her eyes curved into crescents too. "It is indeed quite funny."
Cheng Zhanxi: "Hahahahahaha."
The corners of Yu Qingtang's lips curled higher and higher. She buried her face in the woman's shoulder, followed by a muffled vibration from her chest.
Cheng Zhanxi stroked her back and said, "Just laugh out loud, why hold it in?"
Yu Qingtang suppressed her laughter. "No."
Cheng Zhanxi had a sudden idea and reached for her armpits.
Yu Qingtang let out a small gasp and fell back onto the bed, Cheng Zhanxi's hands pursuing her.
Yu Qingtang tried to protect her armpits but couldn't protect her waist, fending off Cheng Zhanxi's hands awkwardly, struggling to hold back the laughter welling up in her throat.
Cheng Zhanxi relentlessly tickled her.
Yu Qingtang found it hard to bear, panting softly, begging her to stop, "Don't..." She had barely uttered two words when the laughter became increasingly difficult to suppress. She let out a muffled groan, buried her face in the pillow, and a few stifled whimpers escaped her throat.
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
Anyone who didn't know better would think the two of them were doing something... indescribable.
Yu Qingtang braced herself for more torment, but unexpectedly, Cheng Zhanxi withdrew her tickling hands.
A faint sense of disappointment washed over Yu Qingtang.
Cheng Zhanxi suppressed her own romantic thoughts, turned Yu Qingtang over, pulled her into her arms, and kneaded her fingers, continuing her story.
After entering middle school, Cheng Zhanxi was no longer the child who gave teachers headaches, but she wasn't a goody-goody like Yu Qingtang either. She was a bit like Tong Feifei from Class Seven – cheerful, outgoing, with decent grades, but not as much of a chatterbox as Tong Feifei. She was very popular among her classmates and was the brightest star on stage at every school arts festival.
Her upbringing was just as Yu Qingtang had expected – smooth sailing, without any major setbacks. The same went for her painting; she achieved fame at a young age, was exceptionally talented, and adored by all.
She had many friends. Not all of them were necessarily outstanding, but in Cheng Zhanxi's eyes, each one was special.
She had climbed many mountains, swum in many rivers, walked many roads, seen many landscapes, measuring the world with her heart.
Cheng Zhanxi's voice flowed like water, unhurried and captivating. Yu Qingtang listened intently to every word.
The moon rose to its zenith, its silver glow blanketing the earth, coating the bamboo grove in the courtyard with a layer of pristine light. The bamboo shadows swayed with the moonlight.
Yu Qingtang's eyelids began to droop. She shook her head, trying to wake herself up.
Cheng Zhanxi hugged her and slid them both under the covers. "Go to sleep. I'll tell you more slowly in the future."
Yu Qingtang's head lolled onto her shoulder, and without even a whimper, she fell asleep.
Cheng Zhanxi tucked the delicate strands of hair from her face behind her ear. After a long moment, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against Yu Qingtang's soft ones.
Their lips touched lightly, lingering for a few seconds. She slowly pulled back, about three centimeters away, then couldn't resist leaning in again, kissing her again and again, pecking her delicately.
Yu Qingtang's expression was peaceful, one hand still clutching the hem of Cheng Zhanxi's clothes, sleeping soundly.
Cheng Zhanxi raised her hand and gently stroked her head, then got up and turned off the light.
She lay back down under the covers. Yu Qingtang, sensing the warmth radiating from her, instinctively snuggled closer. The thin pajamas couldn't hide the distinct curves. Cheng Zhanxi could only, like a gentleman, avoid the soft, round places, take a deep breath, calm herself down, and slowly, with difficulty, fall asleep.
In winter, the biological clock ran a bit later than usual. The alarm had been turned off long ago. When Yu Qingtang woke up, sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a not-too-bright patch of light on the desk.
Yu Qingtang reached for her phone to check the time, but her fingertips touched something smooth and soft.
Her fingertips moved slightly, exploring it carefully. The base of her ears instantly grew hot. She fumbled under the covers to pull down the hem of Cheng Zhanxi's rolled-up pajamas, simultaneously tilting her head to look at the sleeping Cheng Zhanxi.
Last night before bed, she had been pillowed in Cheng Zhanxi's arm, with Cheng Zhanxi lying flat on her back. Now, however, her hand was resting on Cheng Zhanxi's body, and Cheng Zhanxi was lying on her side facing her, one arm around her waist.
Yu Qingtang couldn't figure out how the two of them had ended up in this position, so she decided not to think about it.
She got up and washed, her mood exceptionally good.
She must have had a beautiful dream last night. Although she couldn't remember what she had dreamed specifically, the uplifted mood she woke up with confirmed it.
Cheng Zhanxi slept exceptionally soundly.
Yu Qingtang went downstairs, ate breakfast, and came back up. Cheng Zhanxi still hadn't woken up. Most of the floor by the desk and bed was now bright, so Yu Qingtang drew the curtains and closed the door, plunging the room back into dimness—an environment suitable for sleeping.
Fang Wenjiao returned from a walk with Grandfather. Seeing Yu Qingtang reading in the living room, she looked around and asked, "Has Xiao Cheng left?"
Yu Qingtang said, "She's still sleeping."
Fang Wenjiao said, "The congee is still warm, right?"
Yu Qingtang replied, "It's warm. I'll stir-fry a small dish for her later."
Fang Wenjiao responded, "That's good then."
Yu Qingtang turned on the TV for the two elders, then moved a chair into the courtyard to read and sunbathe.
She looked up at the second-floor room, the curtains tightly drawn, and smiled.
Cheng Zhanxi, eyes closed, fumbled beside her, only to touch unfamiliar coolness. The smile on her lips faded slightly, but she was still smiling when she opened her eyes.
First, she checked the time: half-past ten in the morning.
So late, Yu Qingtang must have gotten up already.
Cheng Zhanxi got out of bed, first pulling open the curtains. Brilliant sunlight streamed in, speckling the room with light and illuminating it entirely. Cheng Zhanxi stood still, her fingertips touching her own lips, as if savoring something. An irrepressible joy, tinged with a hint of shyness, welled up in the corners of her eyes and brows.
Cheng Zhanxi quickly walked a few steps to the door, pulled it open, and went out.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she suddenly looked down, saw her pajamas, touched her unwashed face, and bit her lip in annoyance before returning to the room.
Fang Wenjiao heard footsteps upstairs and glanced towards the stairs, but saw no one coming down.
Cheng Zhanxi meticulously brushed her teeth and washed her face, then put on the clothes she had arrived in—a khaki coat and white pencil pants. She came down the stairs and greeted the two elders in the living room, "Good noon, Grandfather, Grandma."
The two elders both smiled.
Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Where's Yu Qingtang?"
Fang Wenjiao said, "Momo is outside."
A flicker of unease crossed Cheng Zhanxi's expression, but it quickly returned to normal. She said, "I'll go find her."
If Cheng Zhanxi had known Yu Qingtang was Momo before falling for her, perhaps they really would have become like sisters. But since she had already fallen for her, whether she was Momo or Chenchen, it couldn't shake her determination. As for the awkwardness in her heart, it would pass after a while.
Besides, last night, the two of them...
Cheng Zhanxi cleared her throat uncomfortably, smoothed the hem of her coat, and walked towards the door.
She lifted the door curtain, and Yu Qingtang appeared right before her, holding a book.
Cheng Zhanxi's eyes lit up.
Could this be considered telepathy?
Yu Qingtang said, "I saw the curtains upstairs were opened."
Cheng Zhanxi's telepathic connection shattered with a crack, but it didn't stop the corners of her lips from curving upwards, her peach-blossom eyes filled with tiny specks of light. "Good noon."
Yu Qingtang said calmly, "Good noon." After a pause, she asked, "Will you have lunch directly, or have some congee first?"
Cheng Zhanxi's mind was full of her; how could she have any thought for congee? "Lunch."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward and hugged Yu Qingtang.
It wasn't her usual way of hugging, but rather an embrace around the waist, lifting her feet off the ground—more intimate, and more heart-pounding.
They were still in the entryway. Yu Qingtang's heart lurched. She placed her hands on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulders and hissed softly, "Put me down quickly!"
Cheng Zhanxi had just been overcome by emotion. Coming back to her senses, she also felt it wasn't quite appropriate and put her down.
Yu Qingtang tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, surprised and angry, with a hidden, almost imperceptible trace of embarrassed annoyance. "You—"
"I was wrong." Cheng Zhanxi's attitude in admitting her mistake was good.
The commotion in the entryway startled the elders in the living room. A screen partition obscured their view, but Fang Wenjiao called out from the living room, "Momo?"
Yu Qingtang shot Cheng Zhanxi a light glare, her breathing unsteady. "It's nothing."
Cheng Zhanxi added, "We were just playing around."
Yu Qingtang took Cheng Zhanxi's hand and went out, closing the door behind them.
Once in the courtyard, as soon as Yu Qingtang turned around, Cheng Zhanxi eagerly hugged her.
Yu Qingtang had to swallow her words. The hand holding the book dropped to her side, while her other arm went around Cheng Zhanxi's waist, her gaze drifting towards the window.
What if Fang Wenjiao came to the window again?
Cheng Zhanxi seemed even clingier than last night. Feeling the familiar warm breath near her ear, Yu Qingtang tilted her head slightly, freeing herself from the embrace, and looked at her calmly.
Cheng Zhanxi gradually realized something, her expression slightly stunned.
Yu Qingtang looked at her in confusion.
Cheng Zhanxi remained composed and changed the subject, "Teacher Yu, did you sleep well last night?"
Yu Qingtang's expression showed no change. "Quite well."
"Did you wake up in between?"
"No."
Cheng Zhanxi paused slightly, rubbed her temples, and said in a normal tone, "I fell asleep very late, half-dreaming, half-awake, so I slept until now."
Yu Qingtang asked with concern, "Did you have insomnia?"
Cheng Zhanxi looked into her eyes and said, "A little."
"Do you want to sleep a bit more? I'll call you when the food is ready."
"No need. I want to take a walk outside the courtyard to wake myself up."
"Do you want me to accompany you?"
"I'm fine on my own," Cheng Zhanxi politely declined.
Yu Qingtang looked slightly taken aback as she watched Cheng Zhanxi put her hands in her coat pockets and walk out of the courtyard gate.
Cheng Zhanxi walked about ten meters away from Yu Qingtang's house, took out her phone, and sent a message to Yu Jianxing, her fingertips flying across the keyboard.
Cheng Zhanxi: [!!!!!!]
Yu Jianxing replied instantly: [Coming, coming, coming]
Cheng Zhanxi: [Good news: Yu Qingtang and I kissed]
Yu Jianxing: [[Fireworks][Firecrackers][Red Carpet][Wedding Hall][Wedding March]]
Cheng Zhanxi: [Bad news: She forgot]
Yu Jianxing: [???]
Yu Jianxing called, her voice full of schadenfreude, "What's going on, Xixi?"
Cheng Zhanxi gritted her teeth. "...Can you try to contain your laughter?"
Yu Jianxing: "Hahahahahaha."
After laughing, she said seriously, "What exactly happened? Let your sis help you analyze it."
Speaking of last night, with the warm, fragrant, soft jade in her arms, Cheng Zhanxi slept restlessly, waking up almost every half hour.
When she woke up, she would look at her beloved sleeping soundly in her arms and couldn't resist lowering her head to peck her lips lightly.
Yu Jianxing, cracking melon seeds: "How many times did you steal a kiss last night? Not bad, you."
Cheng Zhanxi ignored her teasing and continued.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't know which time it was when she woke up. The moonlight in the room was still bright, so she figured it was still late at night. Drowsily, she moved closer to Yu Qingtang. The other woman's raven-feather-like eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
By the bright moonlight, the two looked at each other.
Cheng Zhanxi was already drowsy, not as clear-headed as during the day. Her gaze fixed on Yu Qingtang's lips and couldn't move away. She gently pressed her lips against them, just like before, pecking once and pulling back, looking at her.
Yu Qingtang's pupils were dark, and her clear eyes immediately became hazy with that light kiss.
She seemed to be thinking about something, yet couldn't quite grasp it. Her gaze instinctively shifted downwards, landing on Cheng Zhanxi's lips.
Yu Qingtang started to swallow.
Then she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed her back.
Yu Jianxing was listening with great interest when Cheng Zhanxi suddenly stopped talking.
Yu Jianxing: "And then?"
Cheng Zhanxi said in surprise, "How could I possibly tell you such details?"
Yu Jianxing swallowed a mouthful of blood and asked, "Was it a French kiss?"
Cheng Zhanxi's lips curved. "Of course." After a pause, she added, "Very passionate."
Highlight: Very passionate ╰(*°▽°*)╯
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