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And even though it was just a glance.
Even though it was just a glance amidst the dizzying world.
However, Kiana's keen observation skills had already been applied to the point that she had mentally sketched out the boy's movements, the place where his hands were, and the scenery he had just seen.
As a teenager, I first hugged my waist, then wrapped my arms around my legs, and then I felt a dizzying sensation. When I opened my eyes, my whole body was suspended in mid-air.
And in this situation...
It's clearly a princess carry!
I... I was actually being carried in a princess carry by Jiang Cheng.
!!!
! !
!!!
She realized her current situation—being held in Jiang Cheng's arms, suspended in mid-air like a princess carry.
Once she confirmed that Jiang Cheng was indeed carrying her in a princess carry, Kiana blushed so deeply it looked like she was about to bleed, and she wished she could bury her head in her hands like an ostrich.
Even the most aloof cat will meow obediently when held in your arms and its bottom is patted.
In fact, this is especially true for sensitive young girls.
My shyness skyrocketed—it went off the charts.
As those azure pupils trembled, a natural blush, like rouge, rose from her neck.
She immediately buried her face in Jiang Cheng's chest. If someone had managed to slip a camera between Jiang Cheng's arms, they could have captured the energetic and lively white-haired girl blushing to her ears, her delicate earlobes flushed with a captivating rosy hue, her breath coming out softly, and a glistening drop of fragrant sweat glistening on her fair nose, as delicate as a spring mountain.
It's useless.
--fundamental.
No matter how much the girl tries to escape, she can only bitterly admit in her heart that what she is doing now is completely meaningless.
If ostrich-like behavior or burying one's head in the sand were effective, these two phrases wouldn't be used to mock others. Not to mention that Miss Ostrich was currently burying her head in the boy's chest, her entire face pressed against it—the scent of the boy, who had previously shared an excessively intimate and negative relationship with Mistelin, flowed into her delicate body through her nostrils and pores.
Trembling all over and freezing in place are not enough to describe Kiana's body at this moment.
If someone were to look directly into the eyes of this young girl at that moment, they would probably see her teary, blurry eyes.
Her body was both soft and hard, seemingly stiff and taut in place, but in reality, with just a slight touch, her smooth skin and delicate body would instantly soften in one's arms. It softened even faster than touching the special parts of a perfectly well-behaved cat during a time of intense competition.
Perhaps it was the excessive shame that made his head spin, directly transforming him into that pervert who dared to shout, "I want Mei's juice!"
In an environment where even a deep breath makes one feel the atmosphere of Jiangcheng more clearly—
Kiana gritted her teeth and abandoned all shame, throwing aside the thing called "face".
Instead of calming her chaotic emotions, she let them take over, even choosing the most outrageous one, which was probably the most suitable for communicating with the boy and Mistelin.
Kiana pressed the young, innocent-looking girl tightly against Jiang Cheng's chest, then wrapped her arms around his neck and waved to him—
"Thank you, beautiful big sister who stole the peach!"
“Now, let me introduce myself.” Misterin gently pressed her fingertips to her chest, her eyes slightly narrowed, and she spoke softly and romantically, enunciating each word clearly, “My name is Misterin Shaniat, you can also call me by my codename—Feathered Rabbit. Remember my name well.”
It wasn't a race after all...
What was that Sesi again?
The thought that only flashed through her mind was easily thrown into the trash can—compared to such things, neither the arm that was holding her waist nor Mistelin was more important.
"I am Kiana Kaslana." Kiana then raised her head and straightened her chest, patting her back forcefully.
—From Jiangcheng.
The girl, still reeling from being carried in a princess carry, subconsciously ignored the fact that her chest was now buried in the boy's chest.
Although you don't need to worry about these things.
Because the boy was even worried that Kiana might apologize or have bad thoughts after realizing he was filming her from behind, he gave her his approval beforehand.
"You can hit me harder, my body is still pretty firm...right now."
"Don't worry, you absolutely don't need to worry about this behavior possibly hurting me. I'm still pretty strong."
Before a girl realizes she's done something wrong or taken a picture in the wrong place, it's like helping someone who's bungee jumping without a rope land safely, so they don't have to accelerate to their maximum speed before being smashed to pieces.
This did indeed have an effect; at least a deliberately detonated bomb was far better than everything burning away.
Kiana, realizing her mistake, merely blushed slightly before burying her face in her chest once more.
"Hmm... umm... 1w2ling? Shirt and silk"
Jiang Cheng gently patted the girl's back, burying his nose in her silvery hair. "Don't worry, it's precisely this carefree nature and tendency to make small mistakes that makes you so adorable. It would be so pathetic if you had to be constantly wary even with those close to you, and had to think carefully about whether you were saying the right thing. Even I try my best to avoid becoming such a pathetic person, so you can't follow in my footsteps."
"Small town." A muffled nasal sound came from her chest—the girl shook her head.
“I’m here,” he said.
exist……
Are you there?
Kiana's body suddenly trembled. Even through the fabric, one could clearly feel her slender body shaking. Her face, which had been pressed against her chest like a turtle hiding its head, lifted up again, revealing her beautiful eyes that shimmered gently, clear as shattered glass—eyes so clear that one might even doubt they were looking at the sky.
The things that were clearly complex at the time, and the eyes should have contained countless emotions at the same time, were now only as delicate as spider silk or butterfly wings in those clear sky-like eyes.
The round, blue pupils were dazzling, yet they seemed to be completely untouched by any other color, consisting solely of pure white.
"Have you really been here all this time?"
[It’s over. 】
It's completely over.
Upon hearing the girl's question, Ling, who was hanging from her waist, instinctively covered her face without even looking up.
Because Jiangcheng's answer was so simple that you didn't even need to look at it to know.
He will definitely say it.
"I will always be here."
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……
……
What is happiness?
What is a truly heartfelt laugh?
Jiang Cheng didn't really understand this for a long time because he always felt that everyone in life was very serious and wanted to suffer or work endlessly to fill their lives with everything. When they saw others relaxing, they would chase after them to criticize and demand that they work or study, or find something to enrich themselves and absolutely not allow themselves to be idle or rest.
As long as you live in it, even if you don't want to follow the crowd, you will inevitably be disturbed.
Even if it's just slacking off, even if it's just letting yourself go, even if it's just staying in your room, you'll feel guilty as long as you relax.
It seems that life is all about endless work, and not working is a waste of life.
Even Jiang Cheng, without realizing it, had become like that. He had become someone who, even when exhausted and wanting to put down his work and studies to rest, didn't know what to do, where to go, what to do, or who to talk to. He even felt guilty for wasting something or for failing someone just by standing still.
laugh……
It seems like all he's doing is faking a smile.
The concept of a genuine smile seems so distant from life that it's almost untouchable, like a star hanging in the night sky.
Have it?
It seems so.
So ancient, so long-standing, so dazzling, anyone who looks up can see their existence, see those dazzling things that seem to be far removed from the mundane world and above everything else.
But is it really possible to encounter one?
Who knows?
Only a very few people in this world can walk on those stars and touch those stars.
Perhaps the reason those stars shine so brightly is because they are so distant, and the reason they are so ancient is because they are high above.
Being free from worldly constraints allows for such comfort, much like the very few in this world who are not bound by restrictions or interference, can freely follow their own thoughts, do what they like, have complete free time, can act according to their ideals, and do all sorts of things that others may see as irrational.
But at this moment, Jiang Cheng felt that he could understand what it meant to be truly from the heart, and what it meant to laugh genuinely.
Because right before my eyes, as if the gloomy sky had suddenly cleared up—the girl I was holding in my arms was smiling brightly, smiling innocently, her shallow dimples on her cheeks swirling gently, like whirlpools filled with honey, taking in all the light shining in from outside.
Ahhh...
That is happiness.
"Actually, my past was very busy and unhappy. In addition, because of the high-rise buildings, I never had the chance to see the dawn. Even though it seemed like all I had to do was get up a little earlier one day and find an open space, I never did that."
Jiang Cheng let out a soft breath, gazing at the girl he was holding in his arms.
Before I could even say something like, "I'll take you there tomorrow," I was interrupted.
Looking at the girl's anxious face, he gently shook his head.
"no need."
"Need not?"
Kiana's face darkened further as she bit her lip, anxiously speculating on the possibilities, even conjuring up images of melodramatic plots.
"yes……"
Jiang Cheng slowly raised his slightly lowered eyes, meeting the gaze of those gently flickering, azure pupils that seemed to reflect a mixture of worry and fear—their color shining as if reflecting the bright sun.
"me."
"The most beautiful sun has already risen."
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Chapter 142 Grand Opening Under the Sun
The playful banter between the naive young girl and Jiang Cheng continues.
Seemingly continuing their previous relationship, the girl, perfectly embraced by them, regained her liveliness.
If Theresa were to see this scene right now, it would probably make her doubt her own parenting abilities.
It's absolutely dazzling.
laugh.
Kiana's smile.
Is it really possible for someone to be overjoyed upon seeing a brightly colored stone by the roadside and show it off to their friends? Or to genuinely enjoy watching two ants fight?
It's true that some people can be so innocent and carefree, even their hugs are so lively and energetic, and their bright blue eyes seem to sparkle as they look at everything in the world, marveling at everything around them.
Yes.
At least Jiang Cheng can say those two words now.
Just like watching a young girl cheer with joy, marveling at things big and small, even walking through places only bishops or a select few can pass through. A girl completely embraced can also use her imaginative eyes to discover beauty without any reservations.
Looking out the window at the staff working, I observed all sorts of novel things, including some that were both technological and retro, and as magnificent as futuristic religious objects.
Kiana's nun's gown had already brushed against her slightly more comfortable modified bishop's shoes. She had somehow crept up to the window, and suddenly her warm, lemon-scented body pressed against her right arm; the form-fitting nun's gown couldn't conceal the soft touch.
"Jiangcheng! Jiangcheng! Look at that—"
The girl's fingertips, which were slightly cold, gripped her sleeve without warning, while her other hand pointed directly at the mural at the end of the corridor. As her silver hair, lifted by the wind, brushed against his nose, Jiang Cheng subconsciously turned his head and met the girl's glacial pupils, widened in surprise, reflecting a leaping golden light.
The athletic boots, which were suddenly raised to emphasize the spotting, completely reduced the already dangerous distance to zero.
Following her trembling fingertips, the three o'clock afternoon sunlight pierced through the stained glass window, casting a rainbow above the overlapping shadows of the two people...
—Isn't this referring to air?
Those cherry-colored eyes were so clear.
"That's Schicksal's latest sixth-generation fighter jet! It just darted past!"
Kiana's nose almost brushed against her chin as she turned her face, her ears, flushed with excitement, gleaming like translucent agate in the sunlight. Her hands, which had been clutching her sleeves, were now interlocked, a thin layer of sweat glistening between them—though none of this could compare to the intensity of those eyes.