Chapter 579: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 672: Qianqian's Confession

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

However, Ouyang Chengren did not think there was anything wrong with his actions.

He retorted: "But I have no money now, nor any status or position. What would I use to marry her? And she herself is unwilling; her family would never agree either!"

"You never asked her, so how do you know she's unwilling?" Qianqian responded without yielding an inch.

"Then what about you? Are you willing?" Ouyang Chengren suddenly threw out this question.

Qianqian clearly had not expected Ouyang Chengren to ask this, and she couldn't help but freeze.

However, after merely a moment's hesitation, Qianqian answered without hesitation: "I am willing!"

Once these words left her mouth, not only did Ouyang Chengren freeze, even Qianqian herself was somewhat surprised. She had never thought she would actually say this sentence with such determination.

The two gazed at each other for a while, until Ouyang Chengren spoke first: "You don't need to comfort me. I know the reason you'd say this is simply because you're worried I'll see through the mortal world and enter the monastic life. But the facts are not so; Qianqian right now is truly frantic with anxiety!"

She hurriedly explained: "No! Really not! I admit, in matters of feelings before, I might indeed have been rather ignorant, like someone who hasn't awakened. Every time I faced your meticulous care for me, I felt at a complete loss, utterly unsure how to respond.

But when I'm with you, I'm truly very happy. That feeling cannot be described in words. And your meticulous care for me makes my heart feel warm.

Not only that, all along you've had extraordinary patience with me. No matter how willful I was, no matter what mistakes I made, you would unconditionally tolerate me.

Even when I deceived you, you didn't even need me to explain a single sentence more; you had already silently thought up excuses for me.

Especially when I heard the terrible news of your death, my heart seemed to be instantly torn in two. That pain was simply indescribable.

I cried for a long, long time, feeling the whole world collapse at that moment. Later, when you returned safe and sound and said goodbye to me, I admit, at that time I was indeed somewhat cowardly. Regarding your departure, I actually didn't have the courage to hold you back.

But ever since you left, I haven't stopped thinking about one question: should I have stopped you? If I just let you disappear from my life like this, would I be sad for the rest of my life? Later I finally understood: if you really left me, then I would definitely be sad.

Because I don't know what you would do in the future, where you would go, nor whether I myself would marry. If I really married, that man would certainly not measure up to you. I think I would feel regret.

Originally these two days I was hesitating indecisively about whether to find you, but today Anyue suddenly told me you were going to become a monk, and that made me unable to sit still any longer.

Fortunately, I arrived in time, and everything is still in time. So I want to ask you, are you willing to consider marrying me?"

Qianqian's words were like a bolt of lightning, striking Ouyang Chengren completely off guard. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to express it.

He gazed at Qianqian's bright, shining eyes. After a good long while, he finally squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Marry... marry... want to marry."

Although these words were spoken haltingly, they were filled with his true inner thoughts and feelings. Hearing this, Qianqian got excited like a little rabbit, jumping three feet high, then like a cannonball she rushed straight at Ouyang Chengren.

Ouyang Chengren had completely not anticipated this scene. When Qianqian hung on him like a koala, his body instinctively reacted, both hands quickly supporting Qianqian's legs to prevent her from falling.

Qianqian hung steadily on Ouyang Chengren's body. Her hands tightly encircled his neck. The distance between the two instantly closed, close enough to feel each other's breath.

Qianqian's gaze landed on Ouyang Chengren's slightly reddened cheeks, then slowly moved to his eyes, and she said playfully: "Want to marry me? Then you'd better work hard!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, accompanied by warm breath, like a spring breeze blowing across Ouyang Chengren's face.

Ouyang Chengren only felt a surge of heat rush to his heart, as if the next moment his nosebleed would gush out. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his hands also trembled slightly.

However, Ouyang Chengren was ultimately a person with self-control. He quickly came back to his senses, realizing his loss of composure.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself down, then used his hands to gently lift Qianqian up and carefully set her on the ground.

Ouyang Chengren stepped back a pace, maintaining a certain distance from Qianqian. His voice slightly low, he said: "Qianqian, this is a Buddhist sacred ground. We'd better not be so unrestrained. Whatever we have to say, let's go outside and talk."

Finished speaking, he reached out his hand, took Qianqian's little hand, and together they walked out of the main hall.

The temple was bustling with people coming and going, devotees and monks weaving through. Ouyang Chengren worried that a lone man and lone woman conversing here would attract others' attention, causing a bad influence on Qianqian's reputation.

So, without the slightest hesitation, he employed lightness skill, carrying Qianqian like a flying swallow toward the woods behind the temple.

Wangchen saw Qianqian following closely behind Ouyang Chengren and leaving together. He hesitated slightly in his heart, just about to step forward and follow, when he was suddenly blocked by Anyue flashing into his path.

Wangchen wore a puzzled expression, staring at Anyue. Anyue, seeing this, curled his lips slightly, answering with a seem-laugh-not-laugh expression: "Don't go be that third wheel, disturbing their mood."

Hearing this, Wangchen suddenly understood. A hard-to-describe feeling welled up in his heart. Nevertheless, despite this, he ultimately did not chase after them.

Ouyang Chengren held Qianqian's hand, slowly walking toward the small woods behind the temple. The winter weather was exceptionally cold. These woods appeared especially desolate, with not a soul around.

Ouyang Chengren noticed Qianqian's cheeks were blown slightly red by the cold wind. Pity arose in his heart, and he involuntarily stretched out both hands, gently covering Qianqian's face that was frozen somewhat icy.

Qianqian felt the warmth of Ouyang Chengren's palms. Her heart heated up, and she suddenly threw herself into his embrace.

Her arms encircled Ouyang Chengren's waist. Ouyang Chengren originally wanted to push Qianqian away, but before he could move, he heard Qianqian's soft, glutinous voice sound by his ear: "So cold, really so cold..." At that, his movement instantly froze.