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Xia Huanhuan shook her head and half sat up. The way she was now, straddling his waist, she was up, he was down. He was lying flat on the carpet, staring at her.    

    

"Does it hurt?" Xia Huanhuan asked hurriedly.    

    

"Nope."    

    

She felt a little relieved, then remembered what she had just said and said seriously, "In the future, no matter what happens, you can't do anything like you did today."    

    

"You mean murder?" he asked.    

    

"Yes, no. Even if you are someone from the Jun Family, if you really kill someone, your family might not be able to protect you. " Xia Huanhuan said in a serious tone, "So, don't let yourself get out of control and then kill people easily, unless the other party is a serious threat to your life and you have no way to subdue him."    

    

"Do you want me to control myself?" he asked again.    

    

"Right." She nodded.    

    

"What if I can't control it?"    

    

"Then think about me. Think about what I told you before I took it from you. Just like how you don't want to see me get hurt, I also don't want to see anything happen to you."    

    

After Xia Huanhuan finished, she stared at Jun Ziyan, waiting for his answer.    

    

The air was stifling due to his silence. Just when Xia Huanhuan thought Jun Ziyan would be stubborn again, his thin lips finally opened and he replied with a faint voice, "Alright, I promise you."    

    

"And —" She didn't finish her sentence, but there was still the most important thing for her. "Next time, don't go for the gun. Do you know that with every step you take, I feel like I've been punched, and I can't breathe, and my legs are weak, and I'm shaking all over."    

    

"Why?" Doubt flashed in his eyes.    

    

He was still asking her why! Xia Huanhuan rolled her eyes, lowered her head, and shouted to Jun Ziyan in a low voice, "Of course it's because I love you! So what if that person actually shot? What if one hundred thousand shots hit you? "What if you are heavily injured? What if you …" Biting her lips, she left out the last part of her sentence.    

    

"You're afraid because you love me?" He lifted his hand and gently brushed away the long hair that hung down her cheeks because of the droop of her head.    

    

He wanted to see her expression more clearly. He wanted to know how much she loved him. He also wanted to know if what she was saying was true or just to coax him.    

    

"That's right, I'm afraid because I love you." And the more you love, the more frightened you will be. At that moment in the afternoon, she had never been so clear about her heart and what she wanted.    

    

"Remember what you did to me at Lee Hua's wedding?" she asked suddenly.    

    

His eyelashes trembled as he replied, "I remember."    

    

"Then do what you did to me again." As she spoke, she extended her left hand towards him.    

    

He didn't understand why she said that, but he did. Lifting his right hand, his thumb and forefinger seemed to be pinching a ring as they slowly followed the middle finger of her left hand.    

    

"Huanhuan, I want to be your husband."    

    

He repeated what he had said to her that day.    

    

"Alright." "I promise, because — I want to be your wife, too."    

    

After Xia Huanhuan finished her sentence, Jun Ziyan seemed to have frozen in place. His pitch-black eyes stared at her without a word. It was as if he wanted to carve her current appearance into his eyes.    

    

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? " After all, what she said just now was tantamount to agreeing to his proposal, but he didn't seem to have any basic reaction.    

    

He was still looking at her, unblinking.    

    

She raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.    

    

However, before she could make a single movement, her hand was abruptly grabbed by his. His hand was trembling slightly, and the trembling spread all the way down to her.    

    

"Really?" His lips were trembling, and so was his voice.    

    

She was startled, but his trembling suddenly made her nose sour, "Yes." She nodded once.    

    

The next moment, his right hand suddenly clasped the back of her head, pressing her lips against his own, kissing wildly, almost swallowing, as if he was about to merge her lips, her breath, her sweetness into his body, into his bones and blood.    

    

His tongue pried open her white teeth and squeezed into her sandalwood mouth, brushing every inch of it until she was almost out of breath.    

    

She tried to raise her head a little, but his fingers were pressed firmly against the back of her head. The tips of his fingers dug into her hair, pressing her head even closer to him.    

    

"Huanhuan." He suddenly raised his head and fixed her with his pitch-black eyes. "Will you regret this?"    

    

"What are you regretting?" She asked with a slightly uneven breathing.    

    

"I regret what you said to me today. I regret marrying you." His voice was very low and even had a hint of hesitation. It was as if he was afraid that all of this was just a delusion.    

    

"No, since I've decided to marry you, why should I regret it?" Her face was almost burning. The two of them chatted like this. With each breath they took, the place would gently rub against each other, giving their bodies an even stranger feeling.    

    

Jun Ziyan's forehead was covered in sweat, his handsome face was full of emotion. His hands were pressed on the bed beside her, his palms were holding the blanket, his fingers were deeply sinking into it, and the back of his hands was full of veins.    

    

His lips moved and he asked, "Will you always love me? No matter what I do, will I always be loved? "    

    

She took a deep breath and put her arms around his neck. His eyes were focused, eager, and clear.    

    

How long had those eyes looked at her? He had been looking at her since he was six, and she, until now, had not really seen his eyes.    

    

"I love you, Xia Huanhuan loves Jun Ziyan! So no matter what happens in the future, no matter what you do, I will love you. " Xia Huanhuan's face was still bright red, but her eyes never left Jun Ziyan's face. Her voice was light, but every word was clear and forceful.    

    

His pair of clear black eyes were filled with dense clouds and mist. Two streams of clear tears rolled down from his eyes just like that. It fell drop by drop onto her face, neck, and hair …    

    

He was crying. He was crying again, in front of her.    

    

He opened his eyes and silently cried, as if this was an instinctive method to vent his feelings. How much he longed for and treasured so much that he would shed so many tears!    

    

She was at a loss on what to do as she wiped away his tears. "Don't cry …" "Stop crying …" Seeing his tears made her heart ache once.    

    

He choked silently, tears burning her hands.    

    

As for her, she didn't know how to stop his tears. She could only constantly wipe his tears, kiss his eyes, and then proactively hug him.    

    

"You see, now we are together, now we are closer than ever." Her voice was like a groan.    

    

He felt the warmth that enveloped him. That warmth, not only in his dreams, but also in his heart. It was as if the sense of warmth that he had always lacked was slowly being replaced by this warmth.    

    

"Huanhuan …" It's very warm. " He spoke hoarsely, his eyes still filled with mist.    

    

She bit her lip, enduring the impact of his blows. The numbing pleasure constantly swept through every corner of her body, almost causing her to faint.    

    

He … Was he still crying? Or had she stopped crying?