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Faced with Xuan Hao's undisguised, even morbid, analysis, A Yin stared at him for a long time.
Then, she sighed softly.
Strangely, after hearing these extremely selfish remarks, Agin did feel a deep sense of exhaustion, but at the same time, her nerves, which had been taut for so long, miraculously relaxed completely.
She was exhausted because she finally realized a reality: this stubborn, domineering guy who acted according to his own rogue logic had no intention of listening to her lectures.
And the relaxation is for the same reason—this guy really has no intention of being reasonable anymore.
Since he's unreasonable, she doesn't need to rack her brains anymore to figure out how to refuse or escape.
In this cage woven by the man's tyranny, she had no other choice.
She had only two paths before her: either accept him slowly, or accept him even more slowly.
This is Xuan Hao's style of doing things.
He wouldn't force her to comply immediately like a beast, but he would absolutely, absolutely not allow her to leave, much less stand by and watch her accept someone else.
To put it bluntly, he's got his eye on her.
At this poker table, either he wins her with his winnings and profits, or he flips the table, leaving no one with her.
This is a twisted desire for control.
But it cannot be denied that, to some extent, this distorted desire for control is also a kind of protectiveness that is obsessive to the core.
He claimed her as his own territory, guarding her like a dragon guarding its treasure.
He would go crazy if anyone else even glanced at her, so how could he possibly bear to actually hurt her?
Having figured this out, Ah Yin's last bit of resistance and defensiveness suddenly vanished.
She stood up, her blue skirt swaying gently, and walked to the bedside.
Xuan Hao remained in the position with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
Seeing her walk over, he raised an eyebrow, just about to say something.
The next second.
Ah Yin sat down on the edge of the bed, then reached out and cupped Xuan Hao's head in her hands, moving him closer to her before gently placing his head on her long, soft thighs.
Xuan Hao froze completely.
Although he was usually audacious and dared to say all sorts of vulgar things, that was only because Ah Yin kept resisting and dodging.
Now that Ah Yin has suddenly made such a move of "taking the initiative to embrace him," his heart, which is used to all kinds of storms, actually skipped a beat for the first time.
Moreover, the texture feels incredibly realistic.
Although Ah Yin is currently only a spiritual entity, she has been nourished by Xuan Hao's vast and violent blood and qi power.
In this private space belonging to Xuan Hao, thanks to the resonance of their shared blood and qi, her current state is almost equivalent to a "pseudo-entity".
She could not only touch him, but even the softness of his thighs, the silkiness of his skirt, and the unique herbal fragrance of his spirit body were all transmitted to Xuan Hao's senses without reservation.
Xuan Hao was a little confused. He blinked and stared blankly at the gentle and beautiful face above him.
"What...are you doing?"
This was the first time that President Xuanhao had ever gotten stuck while speaking.
Ah Yin lowered her head and looked at Xuan Hao, who was lying on her lap, having shed all pretense and defenses.
Those azure eyes no longer held the arrogance of the competition, nor the morbid desire for control they had just displayed; only a hint of astonishment and confusion remained.
Ah Yin couldn't help but chuckle softly, a smile that carried a hint of helplessness and a touch of relief.
"Now I see it."
Ah Yin reached out, her long, slender, fair fingers gently running through Xuan Hao's short silver hair, her movements as gentle as if she were soothing a frightened large feline.
"You may appear fierce and invincible on the surface, but deep down, you're just a child who is extremely insecure and afraid of losing things."
Ah Yin looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "You lack love."
Xuan Hao's expression shifted slightly, but he did not refute it.
"Before, in order to get me to stay, you made up all sorts of lies, saying that you were a pitiful worm who lacked love.
At the time, I just thought it was an excuse and reason you made up to deceive me in order to achieve your goal."
Ah Yin's fingers slid down his hair, gently stroking his sideburns. "
Now it seems you have a very clear understanding of yourself. You really do have self-awareness."
Feeling the warm touch from above his head, Xuan Hao squinted comfortably and snuggled closer to A Yin like a lion being stroked, finding a more comfortable position.
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Xuan Hao muttered something, then retorted with a strange expression, "Although I have a bad reputation, I never lie.
If I lack something, I lack it; if I want something, I want it. Is it necessary to joke about something like this?"
Ah Yin didn't stop what she was doing and continued to gently comb his hair.
She looked at Xuan Hao, her voice soft, yet it seemed to strike the very depths of his soul:
"You need love. You need lots and lots of love to fill the bottomless hole in your heart and to prove that you have been firmly chosen and will not be abandoned."
"But you don't really care what form this love takes. Is that right?"
"Whether it's the possessive romantic relationship between you and Rongrong and Na'er, or the comforting words I'm giving you now as an elder or a companion... it doesn't really matter to you."
"As long as you feel enveloped and accepted, as long as this feeling belongs to you, you should accept it all, right?"
Xuan Hao fell silent.
A long silence fell over the room. The only sound was the soft rustling of A-Yin's fingers through her hair, echoing gently in the air.
He neither admitted nor denied it.
Because Ah Yin was right. His demands for affection were like a starving person facing a table full of food.
He wouldn't care whether the dish was sweet or salty; he just wanted to scoop everything into his own bowl, protect it tightly, and bite anyone who dared to take it away.
Seeing Xuan Hao's silent expression, Ah Yin felt a pang of sadness and heartache for no reason.
A top genius whose strength is enough to make him stand out in the entire continent, yet his heart is as barren as a desert.
Ah Yin sighed softly, her movements becoming even gentler.
"knew."
She lowered her head, and an unprecedented gentleness and tolerance appeared on her gentle face.
"Since you want it so much... then I'll give it to you from now on."
Xuan Hao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief.
Ah Yin met his gaze without flinching, and smiled frankly: "However, let's get this straight."
"For now, all I can offer you is this kind of comfort and companionship."
Ah Yin gently tapped Xuan Hao's forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of warning and compromise:
"As for those...shady little games that Rongrong and Zhuqing play with you, I can't do that. Forget about it now, don't even think about pushing your luck."
Hearing Ah Yin's words, which were half promise and half warning, Xuan Hao was stunned for a long time.
Then, he suddenly grinned and laughed silently.
The smile grew wider and wider until even his shoulders twitched slightly.
"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!" Ah Yin was a little embarrassed by his laughter, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently patted his shoulder.
"I wasn't laughing at anything."
Xuan Hao took a deep breath and suppressed his smile.
He turned his head, pressed his cheek against Ah Yin's soft belly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the calming herbal fragrance emanating from her.
"That's enough."
Xuan Hao's voice was low, carrying an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and languor, "I have a good appetite and I'm not picky about food.
As long as it's from you, I'll accept it."
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