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"Sister, you look so beautiful when you eat!"
"You're just talking nonsense! Why are you talking about whether a meal is delicious or not?"
"It's really beautiful!"
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After wolfing down his meal, Lin Junyi put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his greasy mouth with his hand, and burped heavily. Seeing that Lin Wanqing was still eating, he went straight to his room to find a clean pair of pajamas, then went to the bathroom to take a hot bath. Lin Junyi had walked so much today that he was sweating a lot, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Ten minutes later, when he dried himself, put on his pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom again, he found that Lin Wanqing had put away the dishes and was sitting quietly on the sofa. She was wearing a plain white dress, her snow-white feet were bare, and she was holding a collection of essays in her hands, flipping through it quietly with a focused expression.
The night was quiet. Although the moon was full, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it could not shine brightly.
Under the bright moonlight, Lin Wanqing sat quietly on a bench, her long, flowing hair cascading down her forehead, half-obscuring her enigmatic, ethereal features, a breathtaking sight. Her gaze was focused on the book in her hands, her expression gentle and serene. Her long lashes weaved with the soft dreams of waiting, her eyes slightly closed, a hint of laziness. Beneath her plain white dress, a pair of slender, flawless, snow-white feet lay bare in the night breeze, letting the gentle breeze gently glide across her feet. That tranquility softened the night wind, fearing to disturb the beauty's quiet contemplation.
Bright moonlight streamed into the room through the window, gently pouring over Lin Wanqing like flowing water, as if cloaking her in a faint, cool glow. Bathed in the moonlight, Lin Wanqing's face, snow-white feet, and bare hands seemed as if washed in milk, crystal clear and radiant, emitting a subtle fragrance like orchid and musk.
Her slender hands gently embraced her knees, making her seemingly frail body even more charming and adorable. As the night breeze blew, her hair danced lightly, her clothes fluttered, and she seemed to be carried away by the wind. She seemed not a woman from this world, but a barefoot elf from outer space.
She sat there quietly, as if she had always been there, for thousands of years, unchanged from time immemorial. She was an indispensable part of heaven and earth, the spirit of all things, and the darling of heaven and earth.
Under the hazy moonlight, her demeanor was so demure, so peaceful, so natural. Her flimsy white dress seemed barely resistant to the night's chill, her bare feet seemingly unable to withstand the entanglements of the mundane world. Her clothes fluttered, her long hair flowed, like a holy, dreamlike goddess, tranquil, gentle, and like a dream shrouded in a veil...
The poem "You Mengying" (The Shadow of Dreams) mentions, "Looking at a beauty under the moon is a completely different experience." The ancients revered a hazy beauty. Viewing a beauty under the moonlight is like being slightly tipsy or watching a half-opened flower. Perhaps this feeling strikes a chord deep within us! Under the hazy moon, a beauty becomes even more alluring, as if draped in a light veil, hazy and mysterious, seemingly close yet not far, her hazy and delicate presence ready to be revealed.
"The moon is bright, and the people are beautiful. The sky is clear and the mind is quiet.
The moon is bright, and the beautiful people are worried. I feel relieved and my heart is tired.
The moon is rising and shining, and the beautiful people are burning. Shu is young and the heart is tired and miserable. "
Beauty is a height without cliffs. It does not oppress us, but still makes us look up; it does not pierce us, but still makes us hurt. It is so close to us, yet so far away from us; it looks down on us, yet so rejects us.
This beautiful woman is part of the moonlit night, or rather, the moonlit night is part of her. She and the moon have formed a perfect whole.
Although Lin Junyi felt that he had no chance to participate in it, Lin Wanqing's beauty, which radiated like the bright moon, still deeply burned his heart.
The bright moon, the beauty, and a beating heart! It's like a poem full of poetry, beauty, and grace, a poem that will last through the ages! ...
Lin Junyi felt his blood boiling when he saw this scene. With an idea in his mind, he tiptoed to Lin Wanqing, then suddenly jumped up and, as if playing a prank, threw her whole body onto the sofa cushion.
Lin Junyi pressed Lin Wanqing tightly beneath him, the two of them overlapping each other in a close and intimate way. Lin Wanqing was unable to react in time, and in panic she could only fold her arms over her chest, her hair draped across the sofa, a panicked and suppressed smile in her beautiful eyes. She was not someone who got angry easily, especially with her younger brother. Tolerating his mischief was also the reason she loved him.
The pure and innocent girl beneath him, her body soft as cotton, exuded a fresh and elegant virgin fragrance. Her aura completely enveloped Lin Junyi, making him deeply intoxicated by her fragrance! Lin Wanqing's elegant and gentle face was so close, never so close before, so clear, so real... Her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips, were exquisitely delicate, bright and charming, like a piece of porcelain that could not tolerate the slightest crack to achieve the ultimate art.
Lin Junyi couldn't help but hold his breath, staring at Lin Wanqing's stunning face with his eyes fixed on her. He felt his throat dry, his heart beating like a deer, and he couldn't say a word.
Under the orange light, Lin Wanqing suppressed the smile in her eyes. Turning around, she realized the boy wasn't panicking at all. His clear eyes shone with a heart-pounding affection that made her ignore his childish face and be drawn to his eyes, as if they were another soul, imbued with this body.
What Lin Wanqing never expected next was that Lin Junyi, with a dazed look in his eyes, suddenly leaned down as if possessed by a demon. Under her gaze of those misty eyes, he lowered his lips and gently touched her lips that were so rosy and soft that they seemed to be melting.
In that brief moment, Lin Wanqing's eyes widened. Her mind went blank, her chest felt like it had been struck by a massive blow. The world spun, the world crumbled, the universe was destroyed, and she couldn't breathe. She wanted to stand up and shout, but her legs were weak and her mouth was silent...
Lin Junyi was also deeply intoxicated by this sweet kiss! His mind was overwhelmed, unable to control himself, unable to extricate himself. This pure kiss, which he would never forget for the rest of his life, was like a knife, forever engraved in his heart! Perhaps, it was also in her heart!
For a moment, the huge living room was completely silent.