She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 340 Can You Be Cute?

Shen Manzhi didn't react at all, and even lowered her eyes after Qin Yanfeng finished speaking.

A look of heartache flashed across Qin Yanfeng's face, but this time he did not give in to her.

He let the waist hang loosely, picked the person up and carried him to the bed. His smooth jawline accentuated his handsomeness while subtly revealing a hint of anger.

He was indeed a little angry.

He was angry because Shen Manzhi was unwilling to reveal her emotions to him or directly express her grievances.

On Christmas Eve a month ago, Shen Manzhi, in a drunken stupor, was willing to bring up past grievances, accusing him of letting other women into the room when he was drunk.

He patiently explained, and after opening up her sensitive heart, gently told her, "If you do something wrong in the future, you should say it directly."

But she didn't remember.

The fact that Helande answered her call happened a week ago, even though there was a small misunderstanding between them at that time.

However, Shen Manzhi did not tell him immediately, and may even have acted as if nothing had happened. After getting slightly drunk, she was still able to confess her feelings to him over the phone.

She only revealed this when she was this drunk, showing how much she cared, to the point that she didn't want him to touch her.

Qin Yanfeng leaned against the balcony railing, his bathrobe casually draped over his body, revealing large areas of skin on his chest covered in hidden scratches.

As dawn broke and the sky turned a hazy blue, a touch of crimson appeared on his fingertip, smoke drifted through the corner of his eye, and his long gaze fell on the large bed in the room.

Shen Manzhi didn't want him to touch her, but when he carried her to the bed, she didn't resist. In fact, when he deliberately let go, she climbed onto his waist and they did it naturally.

She felt wronged and awkward because she threw a tantrum at him while drunk. Qin Yanfeng felt both sorry for her and angry, and almost forcefully dragged her into a passionate embrace.

From dawn until daybreak, her eyes were moist, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Yanfeng squinted slightly, brought the cigarette to his lips, and the bitter taste came suddenly.

Shen Manzhi is not a person who likes to show her emotions.

She always had a nonchalant, aloof, and detached air about her.

When interacting with others, I habitually wear a mask, my smile doesn't reach my eyes, and my words don't express my true feelings.

So what is real?
Was it true when she confessed her feelings to him while drunk?
Do you really like him?
If so, why are you unwilling to share your emotions with him immediately?

Is it because he didn't give her enough security? Is it because she couldn't feel his love?

Otherwise, why would she feel wronged?

The crimson flames brushed against my fingertips, like a dense, throbbing pain in my heart.

But if it weren't for liking him, why would Shen Manzhi care about the women around him?

Qin Yanfeng suddenly felt that his forceful actions during the recent encounter were a bit excessive. While he was possessing Shen Manzhi's entire being, he even angrily asked her why she hadn't told him sooner, and whether he was unimportant to her at all.

Shen Manzhi dislikes showing her emotions. Perhaps over the years, in order to survive, she has long been accustomed to stripping away her feelings and hiding her emotions. Whether she is indifferent or hypocritical, it is all a reshaping of herself after peeling back the layers of her past experiences.

Therefore, she is not yet able to express her possessiveness and affection in a straightforward and passionate way like other couples in love.

The slight affection she might show would have been 100% for anyone else.

Why is he still questioning her?

Qin Yanfeng's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and mist rose up, enveloping his entire body, chilling him to the bone.

Back in the bedroom, after closing the glass door to the balcony, I suddenly felt the blood flowing through my body.

Looking at Shen Manzhi curled up on the bed, Qin Yanfeng sighed softly in his heart, then lay back down on the bed and hugged her in his arms through the quilt.

What he needs to do is guide her, not try to change her.

To change her is tantamount to denying her past.

The person in his arms turned over, and when he looked down, he saw Shen Manzhi flinch.

Was he giving you the cold shoulder?
Just as she was about to get up, her robe collar was pulled, and Shen Manzhi opened her eyes at some point.

Her eyes, glistening with moisture, were captivating and alluring, whether from a romantic affair or something else, it was hard to tell.

Qin Yanfeng's throat bobbed as he propped himself up. "Did I wake you up?"

Shen Manzhi lay on the bed looking at him, loosened her grip on his hand, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

This time, it was Qin Yanfeng's turn to be stunned.

If the room hadn't been so quiet, he would have doubted that he had heard correctly.

It turns out that Shen Manzhi was not unaware of his thoughts.

She could smell the cigarette on him and knew he had been standing outside for a long time; the moisture in his eyes was not from exhaustion or matters of the heart.

Shen Manzhi also felt guilty because she was used to hiding her emotions and making him angry.

She understood him too.

Although her body was still cold, her beating heart warmed by the soft embrace. Qin Yanfeng lay beside her, holding her close, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shouldn't I be the one apologizing?"

"I shouldn't have gotten too close to other men, and I didn't tell you in time, which made you feel wronged for so long." Shen Manzhi felt a pang of sadness and frowned slightly.

She felt that making a fuss about a strange woman answering the phone would be a bit dramatic and not really her style, so she didn't say anything at the time, but that doesn't mean she didn't care.

So, fueled by alcohol, she brought up old grievances after many days and gave him a cold shoulder.

It's somewhat inexplicable, and a bit pretentious.

In this scenario involving couples in love, some men might initially explain, admit their mistakes, and apologize, but eventually lose patience and retort with, "How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? You always make me guess, how am I supposed to figure that out?"

But Qin Yanfeng was different. He was incredibly patient, understood her, and was only angry because he felt sorry for her after she had suffered so much injustice for so long.

Finally, they have to apologize in return.

"You're making me sound like I'm being unreasonable."

Qin Yanfeng smiled and said, "You have the right to know about my affairs. This is reasonable and not unreasonable."

Shen Manzhi felt a tightness in her chest. "What if I'm really being unreasonable?"

Qin Yanfeng raised an eyebrow, "Do you know how to act cute?"

behave in a spoiled manner?

What is the relationship between the two?

Qin Yanfeng could tell what she was thinking from her expression, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. "The unreasonable behavior between lovers is due to one person being spoiled and arrogant, and the other being gentle and doting. You can't even be affectionate with me, yet you're being unreasonable?"

Shen Manzhi glanced at him suspiciously, her eyes slightly upturned. "You seem to know a lot?"

"I am eager to learn."

She scoffed inwardly, then leaned closer to him, "Why don't you teach me how couples act cute together?"

Qin Yanfeng smiled and said, "Then I'll teach you, but you'd better learn."

Shen Manzhi had a bad feeling and realized she had fallen into his trap. She was about to refuse, but his gaze was too magical, with an irresistible gentle attraction.

She hesitated for only a moment before being drawn into those deep, ocean-like eyes, in which only a somewhat bewildered reflection of herself was clearly seen.

"First of all," Qin Yanfeng said in a low voice, pulling her to his chest with one hand, feeling her steady heartbeat beneath the fabric, "we need to get closer."

The faint, refreshing scent of white camellia emanating from him lingered around her nose.

Shen Manzhi's fingers contracted for a moment. The man's chest was largely bare, chilled by the cold of winter, yet it warmed up under her touch.

“Then,” his voice was almost against her ear, his breath warm, “you can say something very, very softly, like…”

He spoke very slowly, and Shen Manzhi almost held her breath, wanting to hear what he was going to say next.

"Don't feel sorry. I was too impatient, always wanting your response, but I forgot that being together is about common ground and attraction, not compromise and pandering. Just be yourself, and believe me, I will always love you, okay?"

His voice was clear and cool, like mountain mist, gentle and elegant, yet it could express deep affection. When he looked into her eyes, his voice was full of tenderness and lingering affection.

But the last "okay?" he uttered in a soft, nasal tone, returned to the theme of "coquetry." Coming from the mouth of a man accustomed to strategizing, it created a strange contrast and a fatal allure.

Shen Manzhi felt a tingling, itchy sensation rise in her heart, and her whole body became hot. The hand that was still in front of him curled up unconsciously. She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. When she looked up, she was a little calmer. "Is this you being coquettish or flirting?"

"It describes my love for you."

Shen Manzhi looked into the depths of his smiling eyes, where the tenderness almost drowned her.

Perhaps it was the dim lighting, perhaps it was his deep affection that was so moving, or perhaps it was that his pent-up grievances had finally found an outlet.

Shen Manzhi's ears turned red and her eyes were completely wet. She turned her face away and raised her hand to cover her eyes. "Sweet talk."

Qin Yanfeng leaned down and kissed her wrist, then pulled away, looking into her eyes, "From the bottom of my heart."

Their breaths mingled as they drew near. Shen Manzhi looked at him for a long time, and finally, a faint trace of dependence and grievance, which she herself had not noticed, appeared in her voice, "Qin Yanfeng."

His throat bobbed slightly, and his eyes held a look of expectation. "Hmm?"

"Give me a kiss."

Her voice trailed off with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, drawn out naturally, even more so than when she was being coquettish.

Qin Yanfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and the hand supporting her on her side suddenly tightened. A surge of heat rushed to his heart, and he felt as if he were floating in the air, unsure of how to react.

She didn't need to learn anything; she only needed to lower her guard slightly to completely destroy his proud self-control.

This has always been the case.

"it is good."

His low, hoarse voice was muffled between his lips and teeth.

In the depths of winter, with frost forming in the morning, only the two people embracing tenderly indoors remain.

I've always wanted to use a line from the song "Want to Be Free" to describe the male protagonist's redemption of the female protagonist—that subtle sense of heartbreak.

Perhaps only you understand me, which is why you didn't escape.
She was holding me tightly while tears streamed down her face.
whisper how much you love me