It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

"Hmm~"

Di Qingling gazed at Lu Ran, deep in thought.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Ranran?"

Lu Ranhan: "That's what my mom calls me."

Di Qingling said, "Ranran, Zhuozhuo, your family is really good at choosing names."

"The fortune teller said I'm lacking the element of fire in my Five Elements," Lu Ran said helplessly.

"You're just like Xiao Di!" Di Qingling exclaimed in surprise. "When we were little, we calculated her birth chart, and Xiao Di was lacking the element of fire, so we named her Lingyan."

"One name with three fires in it, no wonder she has such a fiery temper, like a rocket." Lu Ran laughed.

You're the one who explodes! You're the one who's like a rocket!

Xiao Di gritted his teeth angrily.

"No, Xiao Di is very gentle." Di Qingling's eyes were dreamy.

"Don't interrupt."

Lu Ran picked her up from the bed, forehead to forehead, his eyes smiling, "Tell me, what's your name? If you don't, you'll be punished."

Di Qingling pursed her lips: "You didn't even give me a hint... um~"

"One, two, three, four..."

Lu Ran counted, then suddenly said, "No, it's you kissing me a hundred times, let's start over."

Di Qingling looked up, panting slightly, "I really can't believe it."

"I never expected to be punished like this!"

Seeing Lu Ran's serious expression, a smile appeared on her lips.

"...Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred."

Di Qingling's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes gleaming with amazement. She asked softly in a low voice, "Can you tell me now?"

"no."

Lu Ran stubbornly said, "These things are something you have to figure out for yourself. It's pointless if I tell you."

"Oh." Di Qingling paused for a moment, then leaned on his shoulder.

Suddenly, she smiled radiantly, her beauty beyond compare.

Lu Ran's abdominal muscles are shaped like pieces of wheat-colored chocolate.

Indistinct, but delicious.

whee.

But Lu Ran held him down.

Di Qingling raised her face in confusion. In fact, she was very curious about Lu Ran, especially after studying the Sony game console last time, which she found even more amazing and interesting.

"Write me a poem..."

Only then does she shed her maturity, revealing a touch of childlike innocence, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

You can see a resemblance to Xiao Di...

Suddenly, a line from a pipa poem came to mind: "The sounds of pipa playing are a cacophony of notes, like the sounds of the great and small Di people falling onto a jade plate."

Lu Ran shook his head resolutely.

There aren't that many poems...

"I also want my sister to evade taxes," he said.

Di Qingling blushed, somewhat admiring his perseverance and endurance.

Admittedly, everyone has their own defenses.

It's harder to get her to reveal herself than to unlock Lu Ran's secrets.

Di Qingling closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her eyes were like spring water, and her delicate, supple skin trembled as she shyly spoke, "Don't you dare dislike your older sister..."

"How could this be?" Lu Ran's heart pounded faster.

He jumped out of bed, drew the balcony curtains tightly shut, and locked the bedroom door from the inside to ensure the privacy of this little space.

Then let Sister Di lie flat on the bed.

...Up to now, Lu Ran still feels somewhat unreal and ethereal.

He won the people's support and also won a beautiful girlfriend by finding inspiration in his dreams.

In the past, Di Qingling was in front of him.

Her aura alone was enough to dazzle him...

Let alone being together.

She was so flawless, beautiful from head to toe, her nightgown flowing like water down to her sleek calves…

"Sister, when are you going to the provincial capital?"

Lu Ran kissed her; all he felt was innocent affection.

"Uh, tomorrow morning."

Di Qingling's feet were tense, pale with a rosy tinge. She covered her lower abdomen with a blanket as if burying her head in the sand, not daring to open her eyes.

"There's still a lot of work to do before filming begins for 'Heartwarming Trip'..."

Because of their constant separations, she cherished every second she spent with Lu Ran.

Every part of her was so beautiful: her delicate insteps, her exquisite ankles, her shapely calves, her smooth knees…

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Xiao Di's heart was pounding wildly, as if someone had shot her in the temple with a gun with extremely strong recoil, each shot piercing her heart.

pain…

it hurts…

Execution...

Ultimately, it couldn't be carried out.

Lu Ran turned off the light, kissed Di Qingling's lips, and said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

He gently embraced her, indicating that he didn't mind.

Di Qingling buried her face in his chest and heard herself say, "I'm sorry..."

"Why apologize? I didn't like you because of your body," Lu Ran said contentedly. "I like your soul, as pure as frost and snow."

In the darkness, my chest was slowly getting wet.

Di Qingling whispered, "Lu Ran..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Ran rubbed the corner of her eye. "With medicine so advanced these days, this is a minor problem for you... and you're right, I do need to be more moderate."

He smiled and said, "After that incident, I couldn't quite control myself, but it's fine if I don't think about it."

"Won't it be uncomfortable to hold it in?"

"No, go to sleep."

"meeting."

"I said I wouldn't... Ugh, how am I supposed to sleep like this?"

"...I can't sleep."

"Alright, let me compose a poem for you: The Han emperor, captivated by beauty, longed for a woman who could topple a kingdom, but for many years he could not find one."

"The Yang family has a daughter who has just come of age, but she is kept in seclusion and unknown to the world."

"Born with natural beauty, she could not help but be chosen to serve by the king's side."

"A single glance back and a smile could launch a thousand ships, leaving all the beauties of the imperial harem pale in comparison."

"..."

A series of rustling sounds.

Lu Ran managed to coax Di Qingling to sleep by reciting poetry, which proved to be his most powerful ability.

Her problem, just as she said last time, is that of Lissandra, the Ice Witch, as the name suggests, oh no... she has a muscle that is like ice, freezing her heart.

Well, mainly it's because... I don't feel anything.

Aside from feeling helpless, Lu Ran mostly comforted her, telling her not to overthink it.

It's a bit of a shame, isn't it?

But I already have the most beautiful woman in the world, what more could I want?

After my older sister fell asleep.

He sighed almost imperceptibly in the darkness.

Lu Ran picked up Di Qingling's phone from beside the pillow, unlocked it, then turned on the recording function and whispered:

"The delicate clouds weave patterns, the shooting stars convey sorrow, and the Milky Way stretches far and wide, yet we secretly cross it."

"A single encounter in the golden autumn breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world."

"Tender feelings flow like water, a beautiful time is like a dream, how can I bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge?"

"If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night?"

……

The night was cold, the moonlight as frosty as snow.

The wardrobe moved slightly, and Di Lingyan pulled aside a row of clothes, revealing her aching calves from squatting.

"Phew..." Xiao Di rubbed his calves, muttering and complaining, "Damn it, you guys are playing these tricks behind my back, do you know how much damage this does to my young heart..."

Today is a holiday, and she considers herself Lu Ran's "official girlfriend," so she can have a date with him that's just the two of them.

Lu Ran could even take her home to meet his parents.

After all, the two families have always been close.

Lu's mother also likes her very much. Maybe she'll be so happy that she'll decide to arrange a marriage between them when they're young?

She sat on the edge of the bed, rambling on and on about her complaints.

Suddenly her face flushed red, and she quickly leaned down to lightly brush her lips against Lu Ran's, feeling both shy and smug.

"Green hills faintly visible, waters stretching far and wide; autumn ends in Jiangnan, yet the grass remains green."

"On the night of the bright moon over the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the beautiful maiden teaching the flute?"

Lu Ran murmured softly, reciting a classic line from a poem by Du Mu.

The green hills are faintly visible, and the water flows for thousands of miles.

Where are you teaching a beauty to play the flute on the night of the bright moon over the Twenty-Four Bridges?

Lu Ran felt as if he were in a half-awake dream, and when he opened his eyes, it was as if he saw a scene from a poem.

Under the moon, on the bridge, the sound of a flute, and a beautiful woman.

What a beautiful and gentle picture of moonlight over Jiangnan...

Lu Ran recited this poem in his sleep, actually longing for the warm and elegant Jiangnan region.

The moonlight on the bridge at night is both cool and gentle.

Where is the sound of the flute coming from? Where is that person? Actually, they're all in my dream.

One song of eternal regret, another of delicate clouds weaving patterns, and yet another of the moonlit night over the Twenty-Four Bridges.

Thank goodness it's me; I write poetry as if it's free.

He composes three of the finest poems for the beauty in one night, which is comparable to my brother Bai being able to write a hundred poems after drinking a bucket of wine...