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What exactly does the word "love" mean?
What kind of emotion does it represent?
Such things cannot be found no matter how many times you ask yourself, nor can they be truly felt no matter how many times you read about them in books or hear them described by others.
In reality, the love of young girls nowadays can't strictly be considered the love of lovers—just like Jiang Cheng's double standards in this matter.
He chose to accept Yae Sakura but not Kiana.
They resisted all the way to the very end.
Although the former was largely due to a difference in combat strength—because at that time he couldn't stop Yae Sakura and would definitely be overpowered by the girl.
His body was unable to withstand the aftermath of his fierce battle with Otto.
I can only watch helplessly.
The real choice isn't about love or whether to accept it—those choices have already been forced upon us, they're just transitional scenes without any real opportunity. The real question is whether to take responsibility, whether to bear the responsibility for taking a girl's virginity.
That's the choice.
That was precisely the predicament they faced at the time.
Moreover, Yae Sakura's actions at the time were less a simple act of reverse confession and more a confession in the form of reverse confession. She expressed her feelings word by word, revealing her love without leaving any room for doubt.
The act of pushing backward was merely a way of proving one's own awareness and will, proving that one was also qualified to stay by his side and was by no means inferior to others.
Incidentally, the boy was forced into a corner, unable to look away or close his eyes, and could only keep them open as he watched the girl's confession.
This is essentially just proof, not the first step Kiana can take in doing something, or at least for a moment, an action that belongs only to herself.
In comparison, it is—
Yae Sakura could say: I know your personality, and I know your thoughts, but even so, I will stay by your side. This is a decision made after careful consideration time and time again, and it is something that someone named Yae Sakura would definitely do.
Without hesitation, we chose to work backward.
It is also the first reverse deduction to be true.
It doesn't matter what the outcome is, it doesn't matter what happens, as long as I can receive love, as long as they can stay by my side, or even if I can't, it doesn't matter, as long as we have had intimate contact, and as long as I can endlessly reminisce about the past even after being abandoned and living alone, that is enough.
Kiana got a little carried away by her emotions. After hearing the story about Yae Sakura and learning that the boy had been sexually assaulted, she couldn't tolerate it—she couldn't tolerate that something she cherished was treated so easily, and that they ended up together after being treated this way.
He is someone who, after hearing the story, knew what could be done, and that's why he did it.
It contained more of a rebellious mentality and something that even the person themselves couldn't understand.
The feelings were actually more like the budding of love, belonging to the category of more than best friends but less than lovers. At the same time, Jiang Cheng was the only one who occupied this position, and even occupied both best friend and half lover at the same time. In terms of weight, he was even greater than Raiden Mei at the same time.
This doesn't even require such a serious judgment; just seeing the girl's slight hesitation and her behavior, which was clearly caused by anger, is enough to tell... Although they could become lovers in this muddled way and deal with their feelings later, it's obvious that Jiang Cheng isn't the kind of person who likes to eat meat first; there's already far too much meat in his mouth.
Kiana's actions are mostly based on friendship, or at most, a little bit more, a budding, innocent love.
Just like the argument on the roller coaster, Raiden Mei, who considers herself her lover, started arguing and getting jealous.
Kiana, on the other hand, only showed a little bit of confused reluctance, which was actually the initial form of jealousy. The core issue was that she wanted to spend time with Jiang Cheng and play together, but this idea was prevented, so she felt that Jiang Cheng's freedom was being restricted and that Jiang Cheng should have his own life.
These were all too immature, too naive, like orange soda under the sunlight during one's school years.
The love buried deep in one's heart is more likely to gradually fade into a cherished memory.
The reason it could take so long is simply because of this one unique attribute—
Jiang Cheng is the only one who cares about him and shows his love without reservation.
In reality, for Kiana, who has never received much love, trying to clearly distinguish what love is is an impossible task. It's like fantasizing about something that doesn't exist. Trying to figure out what her inner thoughts are like others is simply too difficult.
Everyone knew this. Jiang Cheng could see it, Mistelin could feel it, and even the girl herself hesitated after being criticized and accepted the proposal to use her hands first.
As long as I stay by Jiang Cheng's side, that's enough. I can sort out my feelings later. That's pretty much my thought. I don't know what I'll think or what the outcome will be, except that we won't be separated.
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That's how it should be.
It should have just been a combination of possessiveness and loneliness.
This relationship was actually closer to the sublimation of close friendship.
But...
Why... Yin (Lin) Qi Siwu just 4 Jiuba
Why does my heart feel so warm?
Gazing at the boy so close to her, at his unwavering gaze, at the cherry-red eyes that clearly reflected her face and figure, Kiana felt a fire burning within her, even though she should know nothing. She couldn't help but bury her burning cheeks deeper into Jiang Cheng's collarbone.
If you simply give me love and companionship, then I'll probably just fall in love with you.
But you kept telling me those grand principles, how to be a person, how to live, how to live in this world in the right way, in a way that makes me comfortable.
So after knowing everything, after understanding all the grand principles you've mentioned, how to be a person, how to live, I will find myself liking you more and more through self-reflection, and eventually become a perverted person who is crazy about you.
The voice of that heartfelt confession, the voice that made me almost give up the fight for it for a moment, seemed to echo in my ears.
Ahhh...
It seems... that I can understand it a little bit now.
--like.
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She couldn't help but raise her head, peeking out like a cat in a corner, looking at him with her ears sticking out.
From this angle, you can see his Adam's apple moving...
Is this the difference between men and women?
—I want to touch it.
I don't know why, but I just want to touch it, I just want more and more Reimu to touch Jiangcheng.
The fingers gripping the fabric of his back suddenly tightened uncontrollably. When the knuckles reached the seventh vertebra, he suddenly remembered the missing bone in the anatomical model from his biology class.
If love were a tangible thing, would it be like the arm that's wrapped around my back right now, made up of more than two hundred fragments called Jiangcheng?
Or perhaps it's like shattered light in the eyes, as if a piece of whole glass has been broken into fragments, imprinted with colors that only those who are very close can see.
It actually feels more like cherry blossoms...
The eyes of Jiangcheng.
Just like the one I saw in the college, it stands in the very center of the campus, visible from the window. When it blooms, it feels like the whole thing is dyed pink by cherry blossoms.
"Honestly... what kind of clueless romantic talk is this..." I deliberately rubbed my canine teeth against his reddened earlobe, only to hear the synchronized roaring in my own chest. It turns out that the metaphor of sharing a heartbeat wasn't just literary rhetoric, but real reality—the pounding of my heart was all too clear at this moment.
“But I really can only tell the truth…” Jiang Cheng’s voice drifted from above.
“You’re lying…” Kiana tugged at his wrinkled shirt hem, her voice muffled by the stamp on his chest, “You’re so skilled at kissing.”
"me……"
Kiana pouted in dissatisfaction, but couldn't help pressing her forehead against her wrinkled clothes from crying.
"Fool!"
"Jiang Cheng is a big idiot!"
At this moment, the girl was just like a little child.
Even Jiang Cheng, with his exceptional emotional intelligence, couldn't understand why this was happening.
In the past, understanding and concern relied on empathy and the understanding of ordinary people who had experienced similar things before, but this time...
He has never had a sweet romance with a cat-like girl, let alone witnessed someone else's adorable demeanor that is three parts arrogant and seven parts coquettish!
"At this point, all you need to do is hug; as far as I know, those innocent, budding feelings are the very core of love."
At this moment, they could only rely on Mistelin again—the girl who had adjusted her confession after it was interrupted had once again come to the boy's side.
"You don't need to understand, just feel it. Isn't that what you taught me?"
Yes.
As expected of Rika.
Even if practical experience is lacking, the knowledge base is still quite sufficient.
—If only Mistelin hadn't come here to fight over something.
Jiang Cheng looked at the two girls. One was standing beside him, her fingers getting closer and closer to him, while the other was being held in his arms—he vaguely felt a chill down his spine.
Something is wrong.
They couldn't immediately pinpoint what was wrong.
When Kiana's canine teeth suddenly bit down on her reddened earlobe, and the condensed shape on Mistylin's fingertips simultaneously climbed up her wrist—the moment when the colors of those cherry blossoms were almost evaporated into mist by the two completely opposite body temperatures, Jiang Cheng finally saw the lightning that exploded in their pupils at the same time, like something out of a comic book.
Ahhh...
So this is ah.
No wonder something felt off; it turns out I could vaguely sense that the two girls' competitive spirit had been ignited.
The result of them picking each other's peaches and interrupting each other's confessions is that... neither Kiana nor Mistralin can tolerate the other continuing to dominate.
The girl who was about to continue her confession, and the girl who seemed to have a little understanding of what love was.
The only one who suffers is the "master of impartiality" (fake) who is fought over in the middle.
--send!
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As the thorns of the blue rose and the girl's disgruntled voice exploded in his ears at the same time, the boy felt as if he were better off dead, as if he were being entangled by two snakes. Just as Mistelin's slender and soft left hand touched her wrist, Kiana's rough right hand, full of youthful vitality, immediately locked her fingers together.
My confession isn't over yet!
"Even if we're going to fight for something, we should still follow the principle of first come, first served."
Mistelin's silver hair brushed against the back of her hand. The smile on her lips was softer than the finest velvet—the force of her high heels striking the floor even caused cracks in the surface made of such high-end materials.
The young girl was not to be outdone—Kiana suddenly pressed her forehead against her right shoulder blade.
"If we're talking about who came first, didn't you pick my peaches first? You have no right to say that!"
The girl, who was as proud and aloof as a cat, now seemed like a puppy guarding its food. The tingling sensation of her canine teeth grinding against her skin through the fabric was instantly neutralized by the cool touch of Mistelin behind her ear. Jiang Cheng saw his clothes groaning under the combined force of the two forces, the crisp sound of the seams tearing open was too clean and crisp.
"No...I...I..."
Clearly, the boy had no say at this moment.
The girls are willing to show respect—at the necessary times—but it's clear that the current atmosphere isn't an important moment that requires respect.
Mistelin suddenly pressed her weight onto her left arm, her breath forming white mist on her Adam's apple, while Kiana simultaneously nibbled at her right ear, her azure eyes flashing with displeasure—
"Anyway, I don't care. The reason why that old man acted so exaggeratedly just now is definitely because of you."
“That's because his eyesight is bad, not my fault.” Mistelin flicked her fingers, conjuring a magnificent banner. “I can find him now.”
In fact, several special individuals, their faces covered and dressed in gorgeous purple bodysuits, had already appeared behind her.
With just a single command, these beings, who are equivalent to highly developed Stigmata holders, can instantly find Siegfried.
"I don't want that! Just give me Jiangcheng in return."
Kiana hugged the boy with a willful and capricious air, as if she wanted to merge her entire body into him.
"That won't do."
Mistelin's blue rose pinned to her chest drooped diagonally, her slender, soft fingertips already resting on Jiang Cheng's buttocks, ignoring the boy's refusal, she gently pressed down.
The movement of her hand on his lower back was as gentle as a feather, yet it silently pulled the boy half a step toward her.
"Don't touch there!" Kiana immediately noticed the girl's unruly little hand, her slightly sweaty palm slapping against Jiang Cheng's nape. The force with which her skirt swept across Mistelin's knee was enough to break a meter-thick concrete wall. "Where are you touching? Haven't you touched enough already?!"
Most people would probably immediately back down in embarrassment if their indecent behavior was pointed out.