Chapter 102: One Dragon Playing with Two Phoenixes

At this moment, Li Qingxuan sat quietly on the sofa, his fingers resting on the control panel, unmoving for a long while; his thoughts had already drifted to that room filled with warmth and complexity.

Inside the room, Li Feifei rose lightly, glancing mischievously at the two, "After confirming your feelings, someone should also finish what was left undone last night."

Zhao Ling'er and Zhao Shuang'er both startled at once, then immediately understood the meaning in Li Feifei's words; their pretty faces instantly turned crimson, like the gorgeous evening clouds on the horizon.

Zhao Ling'er lowered her head shyly, unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, her voice as faint as a mosquito: "Feifei sister, you… what are you saying?"

Zhao Shuang'er simply hid behind Zhao Ling'er, clutching her sister's hem tightly with her little hands, only half of her flushed little face showing, her eyes full of shyness and anticipation.

Li Feifei looked at their appearance and couldn't help laughing out loud; she walked to their side and gently took their hands: "Still shy? When your Qingxuan brother comes in, you'll die of embarrassment," Li Feifei covered her mouth and chuckled twice, "I'll go call your Qingxuan brother."

Having said that, Li Feifei pushed open the door, went back downstairs, and sat beside Li Qingxuan: "All right, I've already talked it over with them; you go find them."

Hearing this, Li Qingxuan blinked slightly, the fingers resting on his knee unconsciously curling a bit, he stared shocked at Li Feifei: "It's settled just like that?" A complex, hard-to-define emotion flickered in his deep eyes, seeming both surprised and doubtful.

He stared intently at Li Feifei's eyes, as if confirming whether it was true, only withdrawing his gaze after Li Feifei gave a slight nod.

He did not rise immediately, nor continue questioning; merely his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his gaze directed toward the tightly closed door upstairs.

A moment of silence spread through the living room, only the gradually sinking dusk outside the window flowing in soundlessly, casting long shadows across the floor.

Li Feifei also did not urge him, simply sitting quietly, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the sofa armrest, her gaze resting on Li Qingxuan, just silently watching him, as if the person who had teased the Ling'er sisters upstairs earlier was not her.

Finally, Li Qingxuan slowly rose to his feet, his tall figure casting a shadow in the dim yellow light, his movements carrying an air of steadiness.

He did not look at Li Feifei again, nor speak, merely stepping forward toward the stairs.

The sound of his steps on the wooden stairs was unhurried, one after another, clearly striking the silent air, as if also striking the heart of the person sitting rigidly upstairs.

In the upstairs bedroom, the air felt stagnant as if frozen; Zhao Ling'er nervously gazed at the door, her spine held ramrod straight yet betraying a stiffness.

Shuang'er's little hand still rested on her cold hand-back, her large eyes unblinking fixed on the direction of the door, her small face showing a mix of worry and curiosity.

When that steady footstep sounded clearly outside the door, growing nearer, Zhao Ling'er's whole body jerked violently, the sound like a heavy hammer striking her heart repeatedly.

She held her breath, the pounding heart in her chest beating even more fiercely; her damp, cold clothes seemed unable to contain her body's heat, the flush on her cheeks deeper than before, as if about to ignite.

Zhao Ling'er instinctively wanted to flee, to curl up in a corner, but her body felt nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Shuang'er sensed her sister's tension, she lightly gripped her sister's hand, gazing at Zhao Ling'er's flushed side profile, thinking of what was about to happen, her little hand tightened further around her sister's palm, silently conveying strength.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, the soft turning of the doorknob sounding in the extremely quiet room as clear as thunder.

Zhao Ling'er's fingertips dug deep into the towel in her palm, sweat from her palm incessantly seeping out.

Zhao Ling'er bit her lower lip hard, almost tasting blood. Fear, shame, panic… and a trace of secret longing she herself dared not admit, like vines growing wildly, completely engulfing her.

She did not know how to face Li Qingxuan, who was about to appear beyond the door, the person that Feifei sister had "entrusted" to her.

The door opened, Li Qingxuan stood outside, gazing at Zhao Ling'er and Zhao Shuang'er's nervous yet expectant eyes, he no longer hesitated.

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Everything happened naturally; Zhao Ling'er lay in Li Qingxuan's embrace, he adjusted his posture slightly, lying on the bed to savor what had just occurred.

Li Qingxuan raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing away the damp strand of hair clinging to Zhao Ling'er's neck, the motion as slow as a caress over fragile porcelain.

Her body trembled, yet the moment his palm covered her back, it stopped abruptly: "Qingxuan brother, Good Brother, go find someone else."

Li Qingxuan gently stroked Zhao Ling'er's back, speaking softly, "Mm, I won't come." His low voice wrapped in gentle comfort drifted into her ears.

Zhao Ling'er dared not lift her eyes, merely nodding randomly; the instant her forehead touched his chest, a fresh scent like pine needles enveloped her completely, now mingling with Li Qingxuan's words, soothing her inner unease.

Shuang'er lay on the bed, her little head pillowed on his arm, sinking into deep sleep.

The last trace of Zhao Ling'er's wakefulness was dragged into sleep by her bodily fatigue, her tensed shoulders gradually relaxing, her whole person sinking into slumber like a weary bird returning to its nest.

Li Qingxuan felt the delicate body of the beauty in his arms gradually soften, the slender girl's frame lightly pressing against him, her body rising and falling faintly with her breath.

He lowered his gaze, his sight sweeping over the fine down on her reddened ear tips; the image of her unconsciously curling in his embrace last night overlapped with the present, Li Qingxuan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile as he despised his own yesterday's hesitation and cowardice.

After Zhao Ling'er fell asleep, Li Qingxuan gently slipped out his arm, tiptoed out of the room; as he went downstairs, his gaze swept over the living room, seeing Li Feifei sitting on the sofa, focused on her transaction, the dining table holding a lunch already gone cold, and his heart warmed unbidden.

Li Feifei's fingertips glided lightly across the control panel, her eyes tightly following the jumping information stream on the screen, the cold light outlining her composed side profile.

He walked to Li Feifei's side, sat down lightly, reached out to embrace her shoulder; Li Feifei felt his movement, slightly turned her head, leaned against his shoulder, and whispered, "Are they resting?"

Li Qingxuan nodded, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head, "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Feifei lightly shook her head, her eyes full of tenderness, "Not hard; seeing you two able to keep the sky open and see the moon bright, I'm happy too."

Li Qingxuan raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his voice low, "From now on, we'll live our lives well."

Li Feifei lifted her head, met his gaze, and firmly nodded, "Mm, no matter what the future brings, we'll face it together."

Li Qingxuan smiled faintly, holding Li Feifei tighter, as if this could convey all his warmth and affection to her.

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