The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart

The cozy room was filled with waves of fragrance, and the magnificent lake-blue curtains were drawn. On the big bed in that room, one could see a couple entwined passionately, their silhouettes rolling in the bedding, mixed with heavy panting and soft breathing sounds...

Like a long drought meeting sweet rain, accumulated passion was finally released. Zi Ruoxi leaned softly against the man beside her; at this moment, they were like twin lotus blooms resting on the soft headboard. "Ruoxi..." Qiao Junlie called out. His deep blue eyes were profoundly focused, with boundless tenderness infused in his intense gaze, unwavering as he couldn’t seem to get enough of his beloved’s face.

"Demon, can you stop looking at me like this, you’re really enchanting!" Zi Ruoxi chuckled lightly. "Hehe, how am I enchanting? I think I’m just fine! But you, Ruoxi, my Fox Immortal, always make me imagine endlessly, floating into immortality." Qiao Junlie said, giving a mischievous smile and wickedly adding, "Don’t you think, with one demon and one immortal, our dual cultivation is quite harmonious?" "Annoying!" Zi Ruoxi coquettishly pouted, her cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment. This guy, talking about dual cultivation! Thinking about it made her angry, she snapped, "Can’t you not be like this!" Qiao Junlie, upon hearing this, laughed deep and mysteriously.

"People, of course, think about these things when they’re full; otherwise, wouldn’t they suffocate? Hehe..." Qiao Junlie pretended to defend himself leisurely. As if it were only natural. His handsome face gleamed with a cunning light.

"Wow, where did you get your sly words from?" Zi Ruoxi retorted, casting a fleeting glance at him with her beautiful eyes, saying sternly, "What you have is shameless eloquence, you know that!" After saying that, a slender finger unexpectedly brushed his cheek, pinching it slightly. Just as she was about to retract her arm, Qiao Junlie held onto her wrist.

"Yes, I am shamelessly eloquent, and you’re just realizing this now! Come on, dear, let me show you just how shamelessly eloquent I can be..." Qiao Junlie said mischievously, his blue eyes shining.

"Stop it, okay? My head’s spinning..." Zi Ruoxi said, shyly teasing. Her cheeks were blisteringly red, her body limp on the bed, too weak to do anything but half curl up and lie there motionless.

"Alright... You’re really tired, right? Let me massage you, hm?" Qiao Junlie suggested thoughtfully. "...Hm." Zi Ruoxi casually responded.

After quite a while, Zi Ruoxi sighed softly, "Qiao Junlie, I’ve found that being with you, I’m enjoying myself more and more. I’m really not myself anymore."

As soon as these words stopped, Qiao Junlie paused inside. His hand halted for half a second on her, before slowly resuming the massage. On his handsome face was contemplation.

"How are you not yourself anymore? This is true life; life should be about knowing joy." Qiao Junlie’s gentle, magnetic voice enveloped infinite deep affection. For this moment, he had given so much--only he knew. Having just obtained happiness, how could he easily let her slip away?

"..." Zi Ruoxi lay silently with her eyes closed, prone on the bed, quietly listening and peacefully indulging. She offered no rebuttal to Qiao Junlie’s viewpoint. Perhaps, for the present Zi Ruoxi, since she’d chosen this man, naturally she must consider his feelings. Regardless of her true thoughts, hurtful words she wouldn’t say any longer. Because, this person is her lover. Why hurt him, when such hurt would just pain her own heart.

"From now on, just peacefully be my wife. If you find work tiring, then don’t work anymore--I’ll support you. Or, I’ll travel the world with you, to admire wonders and landscapes, explore countries and their sights, making our lives endlessly memorable, and romantic for a lifetime..." Qiao Junlie concluded.

"..." Zi Ruoxi merely smiled, not answering further; afterward, feeling the moisture on her back, besides an overflowing of happiness inside, there was only happiness. Although becoming the lady of a university apartment wasn’t what she envisioned, matters of the heart are often intriguing; once chosen, one shouldn’t regret it. Let life prove everything, let love interpret it all!

"You’re so busy; do you really have the time to travel with me? Saying you’ll travel the world--are you bragging? Just don’t leave me walking back alone!" Zi Ruoxi mischievously pouted her lips, leaning over with one hand on her forehead, turning her face to angle a sidelong glance at him. To Qiao Junlie’s words, she was half-believing and half-doubting. Though she didn’t truly need him to accompany her--honestly, having this sentiment was enough.

Qiao Junlie gently smoothed her thick and messy short hair, his face lighting up with smiles. Every moment together with her made him feel like spring’s gentle breeze, his whole body gleefully comfortable beyond measure. She was like March’s sunlight, long since eliminating his cold nature entirely. If anyone had changed, it was indeed him--he had changed under love’s nurturing, becoming even more amazing than she.

"Don’t you believe me? A demon’s cultivation power is formidable, you know. No matter how busy, I still have time to be with you." Qiao Junlie smiled, his blue eyes twinkling with starlight. Perhaps at this moment, he’d already thought about something, resolved firmly. His lips gently tugged into a smile, sincerely declaring, "Give me some time, I’ll arrange everything well. Trust me!"

"Mm."

One promise, one smile. Perhaps there’s nothing more moving than this. Heart to heart, sincerely waiting; between lovers, it’s an unparalleled tacit understanding and trust.

Quite a while passed. Time quietly flowed. On the bed, they enjoyed without weariness; no matter when, he, she, neither realized how deeply reliant they were on the bed. Lazily lying down, quietly listening, tenderly expressing love, everything extended into perfection. Between her and him--all impurities nearly melted away, leaving only a richer love. Capturing the heart, imprisoning the soul.

"Tomorrow is my birthdang (my birthday). How about it, Fox Immortal, you must accompany me!" Qiao Junlie spoke warmly, smiling gently. His fingers played with strands of her hair, continuously twirling them around. Her previously tidied hair was intentionally ruffled by him, turning into a messy nest. Apparently, he’d already fallen in love with this kind of teasing.

"Ah! Your birthdang (your birthday)?!" Annie exclaimed oddly, with a voice suddenly raised, as if she’d never heard him mention it--now discovering a secret of sorts. Her dazzling eyes shone with curiosity.

Following this, her lovely face wrapped in a bit of bewildered embarrassment. Indeed, it wasn’t his first birthday; simply, each year she’d never concerned herself with this matter, never focused on him, nor deliberately remembered.

Therefore, her mind was blank.