"Just scared me to death! Is this fabric really a tribute? What kind of gift should I prepare for Eldest Uncle? What's wrong with you?" Xiaobei muttered several times without any response. It took her a moment to realize Chengmo was sulking.
She bent down to see his face but was suddenly pulled into his lap, a dominant kiss full of grievances tangled with hers. Xiaobei was startled by this sudden entanglement, instinctively trying to push away, but it only intensified Chengmo's resentment. His arm around her waist tightened, the other hand grabbed her long hair to press her head down, deepening the chase between their lips and teeth.
From anger to grievance and then to infatuation, Chengmo expressed the deep affection he couldn't escape from for the first time in his life. Meanwhile, Xiaobei, in this overwhelming kiss, slowly lost herself, finding the emotional solace she had longed for in the loneliness of losing her parents' love.
He suddenly stopped, embracing her. Pressing against her forehead, he caught a whiff of the faint scent of fireworks, feeling a pang of heartache. "My heart is delighted by you," said Cheng Mo.
Xiangbei was momentarily stunned, and with a slightly sour feeling at the tip of her nose, she nodded and said, "I know, my lord."
"No, You don't know."
"Hmm?" She was puzzled, lifting her head from his embrace to look at him. "Don't know what?"
"You don't know how much I love you," Cheng Mo's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing past the ears and touching the heart.
Xiangbei's heart started to beat rapidly; she bit her lip, smiling with slightly flushed cheeks. "How much do you love?"
Cheng Mo said, "More than all the likes, just love."
Their eyes met, filled not only with passion but also reluctance and a tender concern for each other.
Xiaobei raised her arm to encircle Chengmo's neck, slightly parting their glued lips. She gazed into the moist and bright eyes of the person in front of her. After a long while, she gently laid her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Amo, my heart only holds you."
Chengmo's anxious heart was suddenly replaced by various emotions like joy, disbelief, gratitude, and determination. He couldn't describe it in words for a moment. He didn't move, but his body trembled slightly out of control. He closed his eyelids, trying to calm the immense waves in his heart.
Unexpectedly, tears slid down, and there was an unstoppable trend. He felt awkward about his own lack of control, dared not lift his head, just held Xiaobei tightly, refusing to let go until Xiaobei sensed the warm dampness on her shoulder and gently separated the two.
Looking at the long, wet eyelashes with dewdrops hanging on them, Xiaobei's heart was gently pricked at this moment. How precious this youthfulness was! It must be the ancient jade from her parents guarding her. At this moment, a surge of energy waves entered the Snowflake Jade Cave in Xiaobei's sea of consciousness, crazily accumulating on the rapidly rotating air vortex.
The glistening white dewdrops fell like a shower, and she used her warm, soft lips to cover Chengmo's eyes, kissing away the tears that overflowed due to love. "Amo, I will walk hand in hand with you on the road ahead."
Their lips touched again, this time gentle and joyful, this time tender and lingering. This time, two young and resolute hearts exchanged their vows.
"Beibei, I have to go. I need to make some arrangements for your Eldest Uncle's arrival, and I will definitely earn you some face."
"Sure, I believe you. But eat something first. You have to promise me one thing: no matter what I do in the future, don't be curious. When the time is right, I will tell you everything."
"I know. From the time I met you until now, is there anything to be curious about? Not only me, even Uncle Zhong silently guards your secrets. You just don't know it yourself. In the future, if there's anything unexplainable in front of others, you can blame it on me."
"Amo is really good!" Xiaobei happily pecked Chengmo's cheek.
Chengmo's gaze darkened immediately, and he grabbed her, leaning in for a kiss. "Beibei, don't you want me to leave?"
"No, no, just kidding. Eat something." Xiaobei poured a cup of milk tea and, using the corner of the wall as a basket support, took a string of hot spring eggs, a basin of preserved eggs, a mud-baked chicken, a tube of honey wine, and a bowl of clear soup from her space, arranging them on the table.
"Are you a fairy lady? I really want to know when that time will come."
"Please call me Miss Snail( a girl from a myth who can conjure delicious food). Be good, next time, I'll tell you a story about Miss Snail."
"Are you treating me like that big fool? My Miss Snail."
"Big Fool is much more mature and handsome than you. With your baby-like teary-eyed appearance, you can only be my little silly."
"In the future, you're not allowed to tease me about this, okay? Did you hear me?" Chengmo caught Xiaobei's hands busy peeling eggs and preparing food for him, seeking assurance.
"Yes, yes, I heard you. As long as you behave, I promise not to tease you, my little silly Amo." Young love always stretches time through tender words and affection, but the sunset does not wait for them to finish their confessions. Outside, the golden sun has set in the west, and moonlight fills the sky. It's time to have dinner.
"I'll go ahead. Finish your meal, then sneak down the mountain quietly. Take care, and I'll find a reason to come see you in the town in a few days."