I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

"Phoebe, are you alright?"

The sudden little incident did not attract Duanmu Yan's attention; he simply regarded it as a trivial matter.

"N-nothing," she answered almost instinctively.

"If there's nothing else, let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a move to move forward. But the girl in his arms did not pull away; instead, she seemed to have found something to rely on and instinctively clung even tighter to him.

“Phoebe?” Duanmu Yan’s tone carried a hint of inquiry.

"Mmm..." The girl let out a few muffled sobs, like a coquettish plea or a silent pleas. The arms wrapped around his side unconsciously tightened a little, expressing her silent attachment through her actions.

His breath and his warmth were clearly transmitted through her clothes, almost melting away her reason.

All the shyness and trepidation were overwhelmed by a stronger desire at this moment.

Phoebe buried her face in his chest, and whispered to him as if in a dream, "Mr. Duanmu..."

"Ok?"

"Hmm?" he responded patiently.

"Can...can I...I..." Her voice was broken and weak, almost blown away by the wind.

"what?"

Duanmu Yan had to lower his head to try and hear her words clearly.

But she buried her face so deeply that he couldn't see her expression at all; he could only feel the slight trembling of her body and the warmth emanating from her clothes.

A brief silence stretched between the two, as if an invisible string had been stretched taut in the air.

Finally, Phoebe seemed to have used all her strength to raise her voice slightly, but as soon as the crucial request reached her lips, her arrogance quickly subsided, leaving only broken and shy syllables.

"I mean—can you...can you...just...hug me like this..."

This sudden request caught Duanmu Yan slightly off guard.

The girl in his arms was now showing a strange contrast to the shy and evasive Phoebe he remembered.

But then he remembered—she was the kind of person who would do such a thing.

That kiss under the moonlight had already proven this point.

He didn't say anything, but simply pulled his arms closer and responded to her request with a firmer hug.

Phoebe felt the gradually tightening force, and her body, which had been trembling slightly due to tension, gradually relaxed.

The warmth of her body and the sound of her heartbeat, transmitted through her clothes, wove a gentle net that enveloped her perfectly.

However, this peace lasted only a moment.

A new surge of emotion, like a spring bud breaking through the soil, surged even more powerfully into her chest.

"Mr. Duanmu."

She murmured softly, her voice filled with a joy and anticipation she herself was unaware of.

She buried her burning cheeks against his chest, unconsciously pursing her lips, savoring the courage this moment of tenderness brought her.

"I……"

The girl took a deep breath, and the words that had been swirling in her heart for so long finally leaped out gently with this courage.

"I like you."

Volume 1: Chapter 174 Sticking Out His Tongue

I don't know where the courage came from, but suddenly I blurted out that secret that I might never be able to say in my entire life.

After she finished speaking, she fell completely silent—not only her, but it seemed that the noise of the whole world had faded away at this moment, just to listen to this cautious confession.

The wind that brushed past the tips of the grass suddenly became very gentle, and the clouds lingered on the horizon.

until--

"I know."

Duanmu Yan gently placed his hand on her hair, like soothing a frightened fledgling bird, and used a reassuring, steady voice to soothe the trembling in his arms.

Phoebe's delicate shoulders trembled slightly in the wind.

She timidly raised her eyes, quickly glancing at Duanmu Yan's smiling eyes, then immediately buried her burning cheeks back in her mouth, her voice trembling slightly beneath her clothes: "Eh? Mr. Duan... already knows?"

"Otherwise what?" Duanmu Yan's light laugh carried a knowing tenderness. "You wear almost all your thoughts on your face."

"I……"

She instinctively wanted to deny it, but her fingertips unconsciously tightened around his shirt.

It turned out that the excitement and panic that he thought he had hidden so well had already been exposed by him.

This realization made her even more shy, yet also made her happy.

This would mean that Mr. Duanmu doesn't dislike me; otherwise, he would definitely stay away from me.

"So, Mr. Duanmu... will you agree?" she asked, her voice filled with sweet anticipation.

Duanmu Yan smiled noncommittally: "Do you think I would refuse such an adorable little Phoebe?"

"Well……"

The straightforward praise was like a sweet, warm mead, instantly overwhelming her reason.

She pressed her burning forehead against his chest, meaningless sobs swirling in her throat, unable to form complete sentences.

But none of that matters. What matters is—

Mr. Duanmu did not refuse me!

A blush spread from the tips of her ears to her neck, but she couldn't help but smile sweetly.

The arms around his back unconsciously tightened, holding him even closer.

“Alright, Phoebe,” Duanmu Yan said, “it’s time to go. Banbu and the others are still waiting for us.”

“I…I know…” The girl’s voice was muffled against his chest, with a coquettish nasal tone, “Just stay like this for a little while, just a little bit.”

Instead of letting go, she gripped the fabric of his shirt even tighter, as if trying to embed herself into his warm embrace.

Every inch of her skin craved his warmth, and every breath she took was filled with his refreshing and pleasant scent.

The distant birdsong and the sound of the wind blowing across the fields have become insignificant background noise.

Phoebe only reluctantly stepped back a little when the dandelions by the roadside were crushed by the wind and carried away into the azure sky with countless tiny parachutes.

She tilted her head back, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling as if filled with starlight.

“Let’s go,” she said softly, taking his hand in hers. “If we keep Banbu and the others waiting too long, they’ll throw a tantrum again.”

The moment our fingertips touched, something warm bloomed in our chests.

This time, however, she did not flinch, but instead firmly grasped his hand in her own.

……

……

It was already noon.

Duanmu Yan lay on his back on the grassy slope, a blade of grass between his teeth, the slightly astringent taste of the grass spreading across his tongue.

He squinted at the sky, where wisps of clouds drifted slowly across the azure expanse.

A series of clear laughs came from not far away, like wind chimes shattering in the summer breeze.

That's Phoebe playing with Banbun and the others.

Of course, there's also Abu.

"Even the most powerful being in all of Solaris needs allies!"

That's what Abu said.

Therefore, Duanmu Yan took this opportunity to let Abu out for a stroll.

Duanmu Yan's gaze silently followed the jubilant figure. Phoebe, who was in the distance, seemed to notice his gaze, turned around, and gave him a bright smile without any gloom.

Everything was submerged in peaceful beauty.

only……

What about the second young lady?

Hiding it?

No, the truth will eventually come out.

Sooner or later, the second young lady will find out.

That being the case...

Then I'll just have to find a suitable time to confess to the second young lady.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Yan couldn't help but sigh softly, close his eyes again, and let his thoughts sink into this rare tranquility.

After some time, I heard the rustling sound of grass blades bending under the weight of the grass beside me.

A familiar, light fragrance wafted closer, and then someone gently sat down beside him.

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes and turned his head. Phoebe was sitting beside him, hugging her knees, with a smile on her face.

"Phoebe, why aren't you playing with everyone?"

Phoebe turned her head and reached out to tidy her wind-blown hair: "Abu and the others went to play in the stream. It'll be a real problem if these clothes get wet; I'll have to get them repaired tomorrow."

Duanmu Yan's gaze unconsciously lingered on the girl's clothing—her legs, encased in pure white pantyhose, had soft lines and shimmered with a delicate luster in the sunlight.

He didn't quite understand why this scene was so captivating, but he felt that the pure and flawless attire, combined with Phoebe's natural charm, created an ultimate blend of pure desire.

Even though Phoebe is dressed so conservatively, why do I feel so uncomfortable?

"Mr. Duanmu, what are you looking at?"

The girl keenly sensed the focused gaze and awkwardly pressed her knees even closer together.

"It's nothing." Duanmu Yan coughed lightly, but his gaze never left her. "I just think Phoebe is very cute like this—especially those shapely legs, they're perfect."

"Hey, my leg?" Phoebe's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned her face away, muttering softly, "Mr. Duanmu, really..."

Looking at the girl's adorable appearance, a certain impulse, a mixture of destructive and possessive desires, suddenly tightened like vines.

He suddenly stood up, and before Phoebe could react, he had already grasped her slender wrist and, with an irresistible force, gently pressed her down onto the soft grass.

"Mr. Duanmu!?" The girl beneath him let out a short cry of surprise, her clear eyes widening in astonishment, reflecting the blue sky and his approaching figure.

Duanmu Yan looked down at Phoebe, whom he had confined in a small space. Every panicked breath she took, every tremor of her eyelashes, made his breathing involuntarily quicken.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Phoebe, being this cute can be tempting to commit crimes."

"I...I..." she stammered, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her cheeks, but her body was too weak to push him away.

"Remember that night?" His voice was low and dangerous, with a hint of deliberate accusation. "You kissed me and ran away, leaving me all alone... I'm going to get my 'revenge' for something so outrageous."

“Retaliation?” Phoebe repeated the word blankly.

Duanmu Yan didn't give her time to think.

He lowered his head and precisely captured her slightly parted lips.

"Well……!"

At first, the girl's slender arms instinctively pressed against his chest, offering a token resistance, but it was merely symbolic.

She finally closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like a butterfly in the wind, awkwardly and obediently accepting the kiss that carried the meaning of punishment and possession.

"The tongue... went in..."

"Ugh...stop inhaling..."

A girl's murmur drifted on the wind.

Volume 1: Chapter 175 Saliva is Sweet!