I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

"You admit you've flirted with other girls?!"

Ji Tian was speechless for a moment.

"So what are you planning to do? You have to take responsibility for what you've done. I don't care, I was here first anyway, I don't care about any of that, as long as you have me in your heart."

Ji Tian had no choice but to nod in response to this.

Elena's long-planned scheme was disrupted by the other party, and she inexplicably made a move, saying, "Ji Tian, ​​I like you, the kind of liking where I want to spend my whole life with you."

She began to recite all the words of her carefully prepared confession:

"I, Elena von Pompeii, am equally adept in formal and domestic settings, possess considerable magical talent, am quite beautiful, come from a respectable family, and have a gentle personality. I may have a slight temper occasionally, but I would never be unreasonable..."

"I know you have the Great Dao, your sect, and a whole host of things I don't know in your heart. I don't ask you to put me first, I only ask that you reserve a small place for me in your heart..."

She spoke softer and softer until it was barely a whisper, and then she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Ji Tian sat in the chair, looking up at the girl with light golden hair in front of him.

Sunlight streamed in from behind her, casting a pale golden halo over her features. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were gently pursed, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, me too."

"It's just 'hmm' again!" Elena punched his chest lightly. It didn't hurt, but her hand did. "Can't you just say something? I've written so many letters, and you haven't read a single one. Instead, you go through my diary. I've prepared what I wanted to say for months, and you've ruined it all..."

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"I've waited all these years, and you only give me one word? You haven't read a single one of the letters I wrote, you said the food I cooked was 'too salty,' you only said 'hmm' when I waited for you to come back, and you didn't even hold my hand tightly when I took yours—"

"Why don't you read the letter? Why don't you take the initiative? Why is it always me chasing and you waiting? Do you know how scared I am? Scared that you'll find me annoying, scared that you'll think I'm not good enough, scared that one day you'll suddenly disappear and never come back—"

Where has Ji Tian ever encountered this situation before?

Looking at her tear-streaked face, I didn't know how to comfort her, how to respond, or even what to say to stop her tears.

How should you comfort someone who has successfully confessed their feelings and whose relationship is now completely established?

Ji Tian began using his super brain to search for everything he knew about behavior after a confession.

found it!

The perfect method!

On a sudden inspiration, Ji Tian went to meet her, cupped her face, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The moment their lips touched, Elena's crying stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at Ji Tian's face so close to hers, her mind a complete blank, only feeling the unfamiliar, warm touch on her lips.

His lips were much softer than she had imagined.

When this thought came to her mind, she realized that she had forgotten how to cry.

When the kiss ended, Ji Tian stepped back half an inch and looked down at her.

Elena's face flushed crimson, her lips trembled slightly, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "What...what are you doing? Stamping it?"

"No, I just wanted to stop you from crying."

Elena stared at him for a few seconds, then laughed in exasperation. "You kissed me just to shut me up?"

"...The desired effect was achieved."

Elena reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly, her forehead touching his, her voice soft and gentle.

"Ji Tian, ​​I'm asking you. You kissed me just now, was it just because you didn't want me to cry?"

A classic, potentially disastrous question!

Ji Tian thought for a moment before speaking: "Not entirely."

"What else?"

"I want to comfort you, but I don't know how. If that's not enough—"

"Not enough," Elena interrupted him, grabbing his hand tightly. "Far from enough! What do you take me for? You think a kiss is enough?"

She turned and pulled him toward the door, her steps hurried, her skirt trailing softly on the floor. "Come with me."

"Where to?"

"My room."

Ji Tian paused slightly, clearly understanding the other person's meaning. "But isn't it too early now?"

Elena turned around, her eyes still red. Seeing that the other person had no intention of avoiding her, the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Good morning? We've known each other for almost seven years. You lived in my house for so many years, and then stayed in the capital for several months. We ate together, read together, watched the moon together... and you're telling me it's too early?"

Ji Tian was speechless.

How could we let him get away with the duck we already had?

Elena gave him no more chance to speak, pulled him through the corridor and up the stairs, and pushed open the door to her room.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in through the gaps, casting a golden ribbon of light across the floor.

The bed was covered with snow-white sheets, and the pillows were a bit messy from her rummaging around.

She slammed the door shut, turned around and looked up at him, his image reflected in her gray-blue eyes.

"Ji Tian".

"What's wrong?"

"I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to be with me? Yes... I mean that kind of relationship."

With the atmosphere already set, Ji Tian, ​​not one to be oblivious to romance, used magic to close the curtains that Elena had opened when she left the room, blocking out the sunlight.

He sincerely replied, "I do."

Elena stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him.

This time, she kissed him more proactively and forcefully than before, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingertips through his hair.

Ji Tian's hand landed on her waist, and through the thin fabric, he could feel her body trembling slightly.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elena finally released him, panting as she pressed her forehead against his chest. "You... you always make me have to be the one to speak first."

"Um."

"Ugh! You're not allowed to say 'ugh' to me anymore!" She reached out and pinched his waist, but couldn't get it off, so she buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "Can't you be a little more proactive?"

Ji Tian looked down at her, his hand moving from her waist to the back of her head, and gently pressed it. "Okay."

Elena lifted her head from his embrace, looked at him suspiciously, then grabbed his hand and led him toward the bed.

Ji Tian didn't resist, but when she stopped, he asked, "Are you really sure?"

Elena turned around, placed her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his ear, her voice trembling with excitement: "Of course."

She let go of her hand, took half a step back, and her skirt slipped down from her ankles, revealing a section of her fair calves.

Ji Tian reached out and his fingertips touched her collar.

Only their intertwined breathing could be heard in the room.

On the bed, Elena's long hair was spread out, like a light golden waterfall cascading onto the pillow.

Ji Tian's fingertips brushed across her cheek, her collarbone, and the small mole on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice dreamlike and ethereal.

"Ji Tian..."

"What's wrong?"

"Be gentle."

"it is good."

……