Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Moye, welcome home..."

Upon hearing that familiar voice and those familiar words, Mo Xie could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

"Yu... Yu'er..."

He rushed forward, opened his arms and hugged the woman in front of him, holding her slender waist and feeling her soft and voluptuous body.

Resting my chin on her fragrant shoulder, I inhaled the delicate scent emanating from her hair, a fragrance that soothed my soul and relaxed my entire being.

A touch of tenderness appeared on Qin Yu'er's cool and beautiful face, as if a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg had melted into spring water, warming her long-frozen heart.

She gently closed her bright, beautiful eyes, wrapped her fair arms around Mo Xie's broad back, and pressed her cheek against his strong, warm chest, feeling his vibrant, beating heart.

The two embraced tightly, feeling each other's breath, warmth, and heartbeats, as if the world consisted only of the two of them at that moment.

Suddenly, Qin Yu'er clenched her jade-like hand into a fist and punched Mo Xie hard in the back, her head nestled in his chest, and muttered a reproachful rebuke.

"Mo Xie, I've been waiting for you for almost ten years. Why did you take so long to arrive?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie's heart seemed to clench, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. He stroked Qin Yu'er's soft silver hair and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry I'm late. In my eyes, less than a year has passed, but in your eyes, almost ten years have gone by. I..."

A slender, jade-like finger pressed against Mo Xie's lips. Qin Yu'er listened quietly to his heartbeat, opened her bright, beautiful eyes, glanced at him, and smiled.

"Your heart is beating faster. It seems that your sister is still very important to you. I'm relieved."

She raised her smooth, delicate hand and gently stroked the perfect face she had longed for day and night. A hint of distress appeared on her exquisite face as she spoke with concern.

"Moye... no, Xiaoye, you still look the same as before, but I'm already a twenty-eight-year-old woman. In another year or two, I'll be a thirty-year-old old woman. Little brother, will you still like your older sister?"

"I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

Mo Xie quickly released Qin Yu'er, placed his hand on her delicate face, and said with deep affection.

"Yu'er, what nonsense are you talking about? Even if you're forty years old, I'll still love you!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu'er pouted slightly, revealing a girlish expression on her usually aloof and cold face, which was quite a contrast. A look of resentment appeared on her pretty face as she said coquettishly.

"You mean... you'd rather I be forty years old?"

"Uh, this..."

Seeing the young man's embarrassed expression, she immediately smiled happily and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

"Okay, I was just teasing you. Call me 'sister' once, and I'll forgive you for not coming to see me for almost ten years."

Mo Xie smiled helplessly, stroked Qin Yu'er's head, flicked her pert nose, and asked in an annoyed tone.

"You've become bad now, you actually want me to call you 'sister'."

"So what? You were older than me when we were kids, but I'm older than you now, so you should listen to me."

"Alright, alright, I'll call you Sister Yu'er from now on, okay?"

"Hee hee hee!"

Qin Yu'er wrapped her two slender arms around Mo Xie's neck, her beautiful eyes seemingly filled with tenderness and affection, as if she could only have eyes for one person.

After a moment of eye contact, she smiled and parted her red lips slightly.

"Little Xie, call me quickly."

Mo Xie was taken aback, then spoke up, "Sister Yu'er."

Upon hearing those three words, Qin Yu'er's eyes immediately became alluring, clearly moved. She looked at Mo Xie with a soft, drawn-out gaze and spoke gently.

"Quick, kiss me!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie said no more, wrapped his arms around Qin Yu'er's waist and pulled her into his embrace, then lowered his head to kiss her alluring red lips.

Their lips met, their tongues intertwined, and the two seemed to merge into one, pouring all the longing and love of the past ten years into this deep kiss.

A gentle breeze rustled the azalea blossoms, snowflakes fell on the petals, creating a light blizzard. The petals swayed quietly, as if celebrating the reunion of the two.

After a long while, their lips parted, a silver thread connecting them before breaking, leaving only the two lovers gazing lovingly at each other.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the cave, and then a figure in silver emerged, staring blankly at the two embracing.

"Sister Yu'er..."

When he saw that beautiful figure, Mo Xie was startled and asked in confusion.

"Mu Ningxue... what are you doing here?!"

"I saw Ning Xue being surrounded and attacked by a group of people before, so I kindly stepped in to save her. I never expected to learn from her that you two are childhood sweethearts."

Qin Yu'er stared intently at Mo Xie, her gaze revealing a hint of mockery and sharpness, but her arms remained tightly wrapped around the man in front of her.

She slowly turned her head, a playful smile curving her lips, and looked at Mu Ningxue, who stood to the side like a victim, and said.

"Little sister Ningxue, Xiaoxie is mine today, you can't take him from me."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ningxue snapped out of her reverie, looked at the loving couple, gave a slightly bitter smile, nodded gently, and whispered.

"Well, I know."

Although she really wanted to say something to Mo Xie, she had already learned about their experiences from Qin Yu'er over the past few days, and she couldn't help but feel moved. She knew that she should give up the space now.

After glancing at Mo Xie one last time, Mu Ningxue turned and went back into the cave.

Watching Mu Ningxue's graceful figure disappear, Mo Xie also wanted to ask her some questions, but the current situation was not appropriate.

"Let me tell you, you're not allowed to see your childhood sweetheart, at least not today. Today, you belong to me alone!"

Qin Yu'er turned Mo Xie's head around, grabbed his collar and pulled him close, making him look into her eyes, and said domineeringly.

Mo Xie was surprised that Qin Yu'er would say such domineering words. It seemed that ten years had changed her personality. He nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Qin Yu'er nodded in satisfaction. She shrank back into Mo Xie's arms, looked at the rhododendrons planted around her, and said softly.

"Xiao Xie, the flower language of azaleas is 'the joy of love.' It is said that people who like azaleas are very innocent and naive. If they can see azaleas covering the mountains, it means that the god of love has descended, because azaleas only bloom during their flowering season."

“I once imagined that when you came to find me, I would pick the most beautiful alpine rhododendron on the highest mountain in the Tianshan Mountains and give it to you, so I have been cultivating them for several years.”

Mo Xie embraced the beautiful woman in his arms, rested his head against hers, and spoke gently.

"Yes, I've said it before, the alpine rhododendron is just like you, the most beautiful flower in the world, indomitable and graceful."

"Come on, let me show you around our cozy little home."

"Okay." (End of Chapter)