People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

The next morning, just as dawn broke, the sunlight dispelled the lingering warmth of the night, and soft golden rays filtered through the half-drawn curtains, scattering like shattered gold into the tranquil room.

The gauze curtains swayed gently, and the light and shadow flowed, gradually spreading over the bed and dispelling the darkness in the room, filling it with warm light.

Xiao Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. The morning sleepiness had not yet faded when he first felt the warmth and softness of the person in his arms.

The sunlight falls on the skin, carrying just the right amount of warmth, soothing the heart and softening the hair.

He looked down and saw Xun'er curled up in his arms, her black hair scattered on her shoulders and chest, with a few stray hairs sticking to her smooth forehead.

Her eyes were gently closed, her long eyelashes folded like butterfly wings, her nose was delicate, and her lips were naturally pink. Her sleeping face was as serene as an untainted fairy, having shed her usual refinement and gained a touch of lazy charm.

Her exquisite body was loosely wrapped in a brocade quilt, with a corner slipping down slightly, outlining a beautiful curve that could be described as a work of art. The exposed skin shone with a lustrous glow in the morning light, exuding an indescribable softness.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ling let out a soft chuckle, his eyes instantly filled with an intense, doting affection.

He was afraid of disturbing the person sleeping soundly in his arms, so his movements were so gentle that they were almost frozen. He simply raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her cheek with his fingertips. His fingertips touched her delicate skin, which was so soft and warm that it made his heart tremble.

The sunlight fell perfectly on her peaceful sleeping face, intertwining with the tenderness in his eyes, and the whole room was bathed in the warmth of such tranquility.

In the brief moment of tranquility, the morning light grew even softer and warmer, flowing down the folds of the gauze curtains and weaving delicate golden patterns on the brocade quilt.

Xun'er's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, like a pink butterfly resting among flowers, fluttering a few times with the languidness of just waking up.

Before the hazy sleepiness had completely faded, her beautiful eyes quietly opened from under her eyelashes. They were first covered with a thin layer of moisture, her pupils were clear as a stream, and there was still a trace of lingering confusion, as if she had just escaped from a sweet dream and could not tell whether she was in a dream or not.

She turned her head slightly, and her gaze met Xiao Ling's eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Ling was propping himself up on his arm, glancing at the scene from the side, his fingertips twirling and playing with a few strands of black hair that fell across his forehead.

Those azure eyes, even clearer in the warm, bright morning light, seemed to hold a tranquil sea of ​​stars. A deep tenderness and affection welled up within them, and a faint smile played on her lips, carrying a hint of indulgence and pampering. She gazed at him quietly, as if trying to etch his image into her very heart.

Xun'er was slightly taken aback by his gaze. Her innocent eyes gradually cleared, and a faint blush quietly spread across her cheeks, like peach petals touched by the morning light.

Xun'er subconsciously raised her body slightly, her shoulders trembling slightly, carrying the softness of someone just waking up. The movement of getting up pulled at the brocade quilt, and the loosely wrapped quilt slowly slid down her smooth skin, from her shoulders to her waist, like flowing water, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

The morning light falls upon it, giving it a warm, jade-like luster and outlining soft curves, like petals kissed by the spring light, carrying a subtle yet moving charm, and dyeing the unmasked spring light into a hazy and elegant painting.

Her arms, which she had just propped up, were still a little sore from waking up. Her delicate body swayed slightly, and the confusion in her eyes had not yet faded before she lost all strength.

She relaxed her body naturally, like a fledgling returning to its nest, and gently fell into Xiao Ling's warm embrace with complete trust and reliance.

Her hair swayed, its jet-black strands brushing against Xiao Ling's clothes, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids, making the air around them even more tender and intimate.

The moment Xun'er collapsed, Xiao Ling felt a soft, warm, and sticky sensation against his chest.

Her delicate, porcelain-like skin clung tightly to his body, the seamless touch spreading along his skin's texture, a perfectly balanced sensation that made him subconsciously jolted slightly, a surge of indescribable excitement rising in his heart.

He immediately stretched out his left arm and firmly embraced Xun'er's slender waist. His fingertips touched her firm yet soft waistline, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms.

With his other hand, he gently stroked her hair. The black hair was as smooth as a waterfall, and the silky touch of it slid through his palm. He then moved his palm down to the back of her head and gently caressed it.

The delicate fragrance of orchids lingered in Xun'er's hair, mingling with the warmth of the morning light. Xiao Ling tilted his head slightly, his thin lips close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. His voice was low, soft, and tender: "What, Xun'er, are you still asleep? So clingy, do you want to stay in my arms a little longer?"

His words carried a hint of teasing, but even more so, an unyielding affection. The soft cadence at the end of his voice tickled the heart like a feather, making the embrace even more tender.

Xun'er didn't reply, but turned her head and gently pressed her cheek against Xiao Ling's shoulder. Her dark hair slid down her shoulder, covering most of her face.

She was enveloped in Xiao Ling's cool yet warm aura, as if she had found the safest harbor. Even her breathing became long and gentle. She was unwilling to move an inch, only wanting to stay quietly by his side and enjoy this rare tranquility and intimacy.

Xiao Ling didn't say anything more to disturb her, and the smile in his eyes grew even gentler. He felt the languidness and dependence of the person in his arms, tightened his arms slightly, and carefully adjusted his posture to hold her slender waist more firmly. His other hand was still gently stroking her hair, and his fingertips occasionally slid along her back, the movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

He slightly adjusted the angle of his shoulder so that Xun'er's cheek could rest closer to his, and then gently raised his hand to pull up the quilt that had slipped down, covering her exposed shoulders so that she wouldn't get cold and the comfort of their embrace wouldn't be ruined.

This silent adjustment, without any deliberate effort, made Xun'er, who was leaning against him, even more comfortable. Even her eyebrows were tinged with a satisfied relaxation. The two of them quietly embraced in the morning light, letting the warm glow flow, enjoying the peaceful and beautiful moment.

The morning light quietly seeped through the window lattice, flowing for countless hours. The originally dappled golden light had long since filled the entire room, the gauze curtains were translucent in the morning light, the shadows of the beams, pillars and tables were drawn out, and even the dust floating in the air was wrapped in warm light, bright but not dazzling, illuminating every corner clearly and brightly.

Xun'er's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes again. The languid sleepiness that had enveloped her earlier had been washed away by the morning light, leaving only a clear, lucid gaze in her eyes, like a pristine mountain spring, so clear that it could reflect the gentle light in Xiao Ling's eyes. Yet, deep within that clarity, there was a trace of barely perceptible melancholy.

She slightly raised her eyes, her cheek still pressed against Xiao Ling's shoulder, her voice carrying the soft, lingering warmth of her first words, as light as a ray of morning light: "Brother Xiao Ling, are you leaving soon?"

Xiao Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. The tone of the person in his arms was extremely gentle, but the reluctance in her words was like a spring drizzle, gently falling on his heart and dampening it. He could clearly feel Xun'er's cheek pressed against his shoulder, seemingly with a slight, imperceptible tension.

He gently stroked her long hair, his fingertips tracing the strands down her back, a movement so tender it seemed to melt the morning light, yet he couldn't help but let out a soft, helpless sigh.
"Yes, everything is ready. We must leave the ancient clan today. We have already lingered here long enough. With the turmoil on the continent approaching, there are still many important matters to attend to. I'm sorry, Xun'er, I cannot stay with you any longer."

As Xiao Ling finished speaking, Xun'er's fingertips, which were resting on his waist, curled slightly. The melancholy she had long anticipated still slowly welled up in her heart like a tide.

She already knew Xiao Ling's plans and the responsibilities he carried, but when the moment of parting came, the reluctance to let Xiao Ling leave still lingered in her heart, gently tugging at her heartstrings, with a touch of bittersweet tenderness.

But she didn't say anything to stop him. Instead, she pressed her cheek closer to Xiao Ling's shoulder, her dark hair brushing against his skin with a silent longing.

Xun'er knew better than anyone that Xiao Ling still had his own path to walk, and she couldn't become a hindrance to him, much less disrupt his plans for her own selfish reasons.

Moreover, the three years they spent together in the Heavenly Tomb had already left a deep mark on her heart. Although the two of them were mostly immersed in cultivation at that time, the tacit understanding they shared day and night, and the support they provided as they walked side by side, were genuinely heartwarming.

Furthermore, after this reunion and the peaceful time they spent together, the longing that had been building up in her heart for so long had been gradually expressed, giving her a sense of composure and certainty.

More importantly, the two are now engaged, and their hearts are already firmly bound together. This separation is merely an interlude in the long journey of life, a temporary farewell, not a permanent separation.

Xun'er slowly sat up, propped up by the brocade quilt. Her dark hair slid down her shoulders and fell to her chest, making her neck appear even whiter.

She looked up into Xiao Ling's eyes. The morning light fell obliquely on his face, softening his well-defined profile and adding a touch of warmth to the determination between his brows.

The girl's eyes had lost their earlier melancholy, leaving only a clear and bright look, like the surface of a lake reflecting the morning light, gradually spreading a faint smile. That smile contained confidence in the future and was also full of anticipation for their reunion.

"Brother Xiao Ling, Xun'er understands." Her voice was still gentle, but it had become more composed than before.

"This is only a temporary separation. We will meet again in the near future. One day, when everything has settled down, we will never be separated like this again."

Her tone was soft and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable firmness as it reached my ears, as if she had quietly suppressed the surging reluctance in her heart into her expectations for the future, transforming it into an unspoken agreement between us.

"Xun'er..."

Looking at Xun'er's sensible yet troubled expression, Xiao Ling's heart softened as if bathed in warm water. He couldn't help but lean down, his warm lips gently covering the girl's lips, carrying the warmth of the morning light and the fragrance of her hair.

Xun'er's body went limp, and without the slightest hesitation, she naturally raised her slender arms and wrapped them around Xiao Ling's neck, her fingertips gently tapping the back of his neck, pressing herself even closer to him.

She tilted her chin slightly, gently responding to the kiss. The softness of their lips touching, the warmth of their breaths mingling, quietly washed away the melancholy before parting, leaving only the tender intimacy and reluctance to part...

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The courtyards were scattered, and the bluestone paths were bathed in the warm morning light. Ancient trees on both sides were lush and verdant, casting dappled shadows. Two figures walked out hand in hand, their clothes fluttering gently, exuding a tender warmth.

Xiao Yan, who had been waiting there, looked up and saw Xiao Ling and Xun'er. He immediately smiled and called out, "Cousin Xiao Ling, Cousin Xun'er."

His gaze swept over the two of them, watching Xiao Ling's fingers tightly clasp Xun'er's hand. The two walked side by side, their manner intimate and tacit. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, like a match made in heaven.

Although he already knew that the two were deeply in love and that their marriage was arranged, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this was the bond between the protagonist and the woman destined for him.

Now that their relationship has reached a perfect stage, logically speaking, they should support each other in the future, and their strength will surely increase dramatically.

As the plot progresses to this stage, the final villains should also make their appearance one after another, and the grand finale that will shake the continent is undoubtedly getting closer and closer.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but ponder to himself what kind of magnificent and turbulent scene the chaotic world would unfold in the future. It truly filled him with anticipation, and he wondered what role he would play.

The morning light was just right in the courtyard, and the light and shadow on the bluestone slabs swayed gently in the breeze. Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling and Xun'er nodded slightly to Xiao Yan in unison, a faint smile on their lips, as a response to the greeting.

At that moment, as if they were of one mind, the two of them simultaneously looked up at the open space in front of them.

There stood a figure, dressed in an ancient robe embroidered with dark gold ancient tribal totems. His aura was deep and profound, yet he exuded the gentle demeanor of an elder. It was as if he had been standing there since the first light of dawn, blending seamlessly with the elegant scenery of the courtyard, as if it were a natural and fitting arrangement.

Upon seeing who it was, Xun'er smiled gently and said in a soft voice, "Greetings, Father."

Xiao Ling also bowed slightly, his expression respectful yet composed, "Greetings, Father-in-law."

Xiao Ling and Xun'er's actions, as well as their address to the middle-aged man, startled Xiao Yan, who instantly realized that the newcomer was none other than Gu Yuan, the current patriarch of the Gu Clan and a peak expert who was renowned throughout the Dou Qi Continent!

He dared not be the slightest bit negligent, immediately abandoning his previous casualness and becoming extremely respectful. He clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Junior Xiao Yan greets Clan Chief Gu." (End of Chapter)