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Xia Huanhuan could only feel her head being pressed firmly, making it difficult for her to even turn around.    

    

Lu Xiaorong, who was at the side, wanted to say something, but was stopped by Jun Zichen just as she opened her mouth, "Let's go. The auction is about to start."    

    

"But …" Lu Xiaorong always felt that Jun Ziyan's current expression made her worry. Especially since she had seen Ye Nanqing several times within the Sihai Group. Although the other party didn't say anything, it made her feel that Ye Nanqing hadn't really forgotten about his good friend.    

    

Now that the three of them had run into each other here, Lu Xiaorong was worried that something might happen to them.    

    

"No buts, this is between Ziyan and Xia Huanhuan, don't get involved." As Jun Zichen said this, he pulled Lu Xiaorong deeper into the auction.    

    

Lu Xiaorong thought for a second and had to admit that Jun Zichen's words made sense. Thus, he didn't say anything else and just obediently followed Jun Zichen's footsteps.    

    

"Oh yeah, why did you hug Jun Ziyan before?" she asked curiously.    

    

"Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to hug him." Jun Zichen replied.    

    

"Do you hug each other often?" she asked again.    

    

He shook his head. In his memory, as he grew older, the hugs between families became less and less.    

    

Lu Xiaorong blinked. "Is it because of growing up?" She had watched some family dramas that seemed to mention that as the children grew older, the hugs given by the parents would also become fewer. It wasn't that he didn't love his children, it was just a matter of habit that came naturally to him.    

    

"Maybe." Jun Zichen said plainly. He did not intend to pursue this issue further.    

    

Lu Xiaorong suddenly stopped and said, "Then …" Can I hug you? "    

    

Jun Zichen turned around and looked at Lu Xiaorong. He raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly. "Hmm?"    

    

"Not only do you hug when you're not feeling well, but even if you're not feeling very well, I still hug you a lot … "No, and you often come and hug me, okay?" She licked her dry lips. She was envious of the previous scene of him and Jun Ziyan embracing.    

    

Although she had hugged Jun Zichen before, most of the times were when he was not feeling well, or when he was angry.    

    

This sort of family hug that was simple yet very warm made her yearn for it. Although her uncles and aunts had adopted her, she knew that they treated her like a daughter. However, because she was already a junior high student when she was adopted, this kind of family-like embrace between her and her uncle and aunt was also very rare.    

    

And as he grew older, he felt more and more embarrassed to hug her. Even though there were times when one's heart was filled with longing, it was too embarrassing to say or ask.    

    

Jun Zichen stared at Lu Xiaorong. There was a hint of desire in her expression. It made it easy for him to see what she was thinking. She — wanted his hug.    

    

But to him, hugging her was something he had always wanted to do. Because he was afraid to hug her, he couldn't suppress the urge to take her, so he held back.    

    

"You want me to hug you often?" he asked.    

    

"Yes." She nodded, but after seeing his slightly frozen expression, she said uncertainly, "No …" "Can't you?"    

    

"Are you not afraid that if I hug you often, I will violate you more?" In front of her, he had no confidence in his self-control at all.    

    

Her round eyes suddenly opened wide, as if surprised by his words, but then she suddenly stretched out her hands, wrapped them around his waist, and buried her face in his chest. It is you who love me, and I love your actions. You wouldn't do it if you didn't love it, and I wouldn't agree to it. " Therefore, she had never considered it an invasion.    

    

Surrounding them, there were many people who wanted to participate in the auction who passed by and looked on as the scene unfolded before them.    

    

Even though Lu Xiaorong felt those gazes, she still hugged Jun Zichen tightly without loosening her grip. It was as if she was using her actions to tell her that she wanted his hug and wasn't afraid of anything.    

    

Jun Zichen lowered his head and looked at the soft and delicate body in his arms. Her hug was so real that the tip of his nose was filled with her scent.    

    

"Yes, I love you." "Xiaorong, you're the first woman I want to have, and you're the last. Besides you, I'm not going to hold any other woman."    

    

Yes, only her, because she was his only.    

    

— —    

    

On the other side, Xia Huanhuan was similarly stunned in Jun Ziyan's arms. But the difference from Lu Xiaorong was that she was forced into Jun Ziyan's embrace. She couldn't even turn her head, let alone see her surroundings.    

    

"Ziyan?" "She tried to raise her head, but her neck was pushed back by Jun Ziyan several times." Let go of me first. It's so uncomfortable hugging like this. "    

    

However, he didn't let go as she said. Instead, he hugged her even more tightly.    

    

Just when Xia Huanhuan was about to open her mouth again, she suddenly heard a voice beside her, "Jun Ziyan, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here. I didn't know that you were interested in antique furniture."    

    

"That's none of your business." Jun Ziyan said coldly.    

    

"It's none of my business." Ye Nanqing smiled. His gaze fell on Xia Huanhuan who was being carried by Jun Ziyan, "Do you plan to carry her like this forever? You're even being stingy at giving more glances to others?"    

    

Xia Huanhuan's body stiffened. Because she couldn't see her surroundings, she was more sensitive to sound. At this moment, she could easily hear the sarcasm in Ye Nanqing's voice, her own breathing, and... Ziyan's heart was thumping.    

    

Especially after Ye Nanqing said that, Ziyan's heartbeat sped up.    

    

Thump! Thump! Thump!    

    

Every strike was sharp and urgent!    

    

And Ye Nanqing's voice continued, "Do you know what sand is? The human held the sand in his hand, thinking that as long as he held it tightly, the sand would remain in his hand. However, who would have known that the tighter one holds onto the sand, the faster the sand will flow out. One day, when the human opens his palm, he will realize that there is no more sand in it. "