Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 292 Thank goodness you're still here

Qin Zhao: "Do you like me?"

Shen Yanci's lips were straight: "Do you want to hear what you said earlier?"

Qin Zhao looked at him: "You never said you liked me."

Her eyes were clear and bright, and she exhaled a little white breath.

Shen Yanci closed his eyelids slightly and said in a low voice, "I like it."

"Then be my boyfriend."

The fountain's water jets fell, creating ripples on the bottom of the spring. Her voice, soft yet clear, reached his ears.

His hand holding hers trembled slightly, but he suppressed it, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he looked at her with dark eyes: "Who confesses like this?"

They slapped me and said they wouldn't pursue me anymore.

Qin Zhao felt a little embarrassed under his gaze, and twitched her finger slightly: "The flowers and cards are all gone, you'll have to make do for now—"

Warm palms held the back of my neck, pulling me forward. The distance between us suddenly shortened, and our breaths dissipated instantly in the cold air.

Qin Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

His chin was lifted slightly, and then his kiss pressed down.

The long-suppressed desire was gradually revealed through the kiss.

Qin Zhao tilted his head back slightly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the shirt on his chest.

His lips were warm, like the only source of warmth on a winter's day.

Shen Yanci moved his hand up her neck, his long fingers running through her hair, while his other hand rested behind her ear, gently rubbing the soft flesh.

A quick breath escaped her lips, which he then swallowed. His tongue, taking advantage of the situation, pried open her lips and teeth, tentatively entwining with hers.

Her lips, which had been numb from being outside for so long, became wet and hot under his sucking.

Qin Zhao's breathing became heavier, and the hand that was on his chest extended its index finger.

A sudden chill ran down Qin Zhao's face, and he raised his eyelids slightly.

A few snowflakes drifted in the air.

Shen Yanci's eyes were closed, and the light fell on his face, casting a small shadow under his eyes through his eyelashes.

It trembled slightly because of its owner's trembling.

Just like that passionate and honest young man who experienced his first stirrings of emotion back then.

His face overlapped with that of eighteen-year-old Shen Yanci.

A mist welled up in Qin Zhao's eyes.

As if sensing her distraction, Shen Yanci bit her lip.

She let out a soft gasp, and just as Shen Yanci was about to push his luck, he tasted something salty and wet in his mouth.

He paused, gently kissed her, slightly parted his lips, and lifted his eyelids to look at her.

Qin Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at him with a slight tremor.

Shen Yanci's violently beating heart seemed to soften instantly. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his voice hoarse: "Why are you crying? Did you bite me too hard? Or do you not want to kiss me like this, hmm?"

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelashes, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

His clear face reappeared in her reddened eyes.

Her beautiful brows furrowed, and she sighed softly, as if relieved of a great loss or a regained treasure: "Shen Yanci."

Shen Yanci's heart trembled at her call, and his dark eyes shone brightly: "Mm."

"Thank goodness you're still here."

Tears fell, and new ones welled up in her eyes.

Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked at him with wet eyes.

Shen Yanci looked at her, and it seemed as if the tears in his eyes had also entered them.

His chest heaved heavily, his breathing became erratic, and a dark, turbulent look welled up in his eyes.

He cupped her face in his hands,
An overwhelming atmosphere pressed down, drowning out her breath and sobs.

Shen Yanci almost relentlessly invaded every inch of her mouth and brain, as if conquering a city.

Qin Zhao tilted his head back, his fingertips turning white from clenching his fists so tightly, and all he could hear were the breathing of the two of them and their rapid heartbeats.

When she could no longer bear it, Shen Yanci's kiss gradually softened, gently tracing the shape of her lips.

Snowflakes drifted down crookedly, while the black streetlights stood tall, casting warm yellow light.

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the bench.

After regaining his breath, Qin Zhao felt a little dazed.

Her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, her eyes were unfocused, and her lips were glistening with moisture.

Shen Yanci's heart stirred, and he resisted the urge to kiss her again, restraining himself to kiss her forehead. He then embraced her.

In the damp chill of winter in London, he didn't feel cold at all.

With his arms filled with the person he had been thinking about day and night, his heart also felt full.

He lowered his head and kissed her hair.

He had to restrain himself and not scare her.

Qin Zhao stared blankly at the ground, which had become damp and covered with a thin layer of snow, before snapping back to reality after a while.

She pulled back a little from his embrace and looked up at him.

He kissed me like that again.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyes and raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair: "I promise you."

"?"

"I accept your confession."

"..."

There was still a slight awkwardness after the kiss.

Qin Zhao couldn't show her speechlessness, so she raised her eyelids and said, "Thank you."

A soft chuckle escaped from above, and Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow in a good mood.

Qin Zhao was inexplicably drawn into laughter by him.

Shen Yanci: "Zhaozhao".

"Ah."

"Snowing."

Snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on my skin and sending a slight shiver down my spine.

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelashes and slowly turned her head to look at him, momentarily unsure which word would be more lethal.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly and took her hand: "Let's go, growing old together isn't the same as this."

"..."

Hands were enveloped in warm palms, and two shadows walked side by side on the ground.

Qin Zhao: "The snow in London is so light, it disappears as soon as it hits the ground."

Shen Yanci: "Then let's go to Finland in a couple of days."

Qin Zhao glanced at him.

Shen Yanci took her hand and said, "Let's go see the snow, see the aurora, ride a sled, and ice fish."

Take things one by one and do them slowly, things you wanted to do together but put aside before.

Qin Zhao: "Okay."

The snow was falling heavily, but their pace remained slow as they walked hand in hand through the winter streets of London.

They showed no sign of being in a hurry.

Her phone rang, and John reminded her that she needed to catch her flight.

Qin Zhao glanced at Shen Yanci, moved aside slightly, and said in a low voice, "I won't go back for now."

Aren't you going back to China today?

"Ah."

John dutifully inquired, "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhao: "No problem."

Her hand was pulled by a force.

The distance she had deliberately created disappeared, and she found herself involuntarily leaning towards Shen Yanci.

Shen Yanci lifted her hand that was holding the phone and said, word by word, "She has finally caught up with the person she has had a crush on for a long time. She wants to start a relationship and doesn't plan to return to China anytime soon."

"..."

John laughed heartily: "Bless you."

"I've already cancelled my hotel reservation in Oxford. Do I need to book a new one?"

Qin Zhao looked at him and asked, "Where do you live?"

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly, his dark eyes looking at her.

"..."

　My brother doesn't know yet, about Zhao Zhao's illness, and the red string... it definitely won't end anytime soon.
　　It's just that there were a lot of kisses at the end. Don't you guys get tired of kissing so much?

　　(End of this chapter)