Celadon Lock Glass

Cp: ordinary × scheming Flowers of the Kaoling under the altar/Xiong Jing/Pry the corner/Chasing wife crematorium booking Copywriting: At the banquet of the Bai family's fragrant clothes, the man whose cold front still attracted countless conversations raised his delicate and tired eyebrows and quietly smiled at Song Celadon. Song Qingci stood next to her aunt, plain and taciturn, and was being ignored as a poor relative who clung to the Bai family. No one could have imagined that a nobleman from the Bai family who had tried their best to win over her would look at her differently. In the winter afternoon, she lay on the Arhat bed and took a nap in the mist. Ju Queyan, who was on the porch, put his arm on the window sill, imitating her in the room and resting his face on one side, chatting casually with her. It was a small whisper for fear of disturbing her. She hummed softly and saw that he was a little lazy in the halo, but the beauty of the light reflected her, so she thought she was dreaming and murmuring unconsciously. Later, when she woke up from her sweet dream, someone said that Ju Queyan had ulterior motives for her tenderness and concern for her. She didn't know what was in store for her, so she just silently exited the wealthy circle where the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of gold powder. She didn't belong there to begin with, so she wasn't disappointed. ​— In the blink of an eye, the temperature is returning in May, and the archaeological camp has a blazing bonfire. The companions were chatting and laughing loudly. Song Qingci looked at the companion who made a passionate speech and was stunned. Ju Queyan was at the side, coming uninvited. His figure was slim, his eyes watching everything quietly, growing lust in the dark night. Song Qingci was blocked in the corridor, and the person who trapped her covered her eyes with one hand. His hot breath deliberately brushed her ears, and his voice was rare and suppressed: "Don't look at people like this again, Song Qingci, it's very dangerous." "Don't you remember who taught you to kiss like this?" The weather was hot and dry, but Song Qingci shivered at that moment. She had almost forgotten that when Ju Queyan kissed her for the first time, he was so irresistible. ​— Under the halo of genius, Ju Queyan is like a statue on the altar. He looks down at the world, but he is not contaminated by the world. Everyone said that he was indifferent and distant, not a common person who was obsessed with desires. It took Song Qingci a long time to realize that beneath Ju Queyan's cold surface, he only had a strong desire to control her. She learned to reject Ju Queyan, reject his addictive intimacy, and resist his manipulation of all aspects of her. She even flatly refused the marriage with the Ju family in front of everyone. Even, she is already preparing a box of carefully selected peaches for others. Ju Queyan was right next to him, watching her clean, cut, and box the whole process. Suddenly his lips moved as if sighing: "If I had known better, I should have eaten it sooner." Song Celadon's eyes were calm, "If it's not fresh, don't use it anymore. There's no need to feel pity." Ju Queyan's fingers pressing on the lid of the box paused for a few seconds, then moved away for a moment. The air was silent, except for his slight sigh, which was like tongues of flame exploding in a campfire. His tone sounded like discussion, but also mixed with unquestionable determination, "Wan Wan, you can give me things. I don't think it's necessary to get engaged to him." ​— Song Qingci brushed up on the bed and saw Ju Queyan's speech at the International Award not long ago. The man in the spotlight said slowly that he was not grateful to anyone, but only hated one person. That person made him learn to be jealous, grow flesh and blood, and give birth to unwillingness. Song Qingci was speechless for a long time. When she saw the uncontrollable glass eyes beside the bed, she complained with a hint of confusion in her tone, "You can't be so unreasonable." Not to mention going so far as to use his talent to coerce her. Ju Queyan's talent seemed to be reflected in his almost no sense of morality. He frankly admitted all his unbearable desires for her, smiled faintly, and deliberately called her by her nickname, "Wanwan, it's not too late to understand now, whether you marry that cousin of mine or marry anyone casually, no matter what you decide to do, your choice is only me." "You know how greedy I am." Song Qingci is the complete opposite to him. She is timid, so she is not greedy. She originally just wanted to hold what she could hold, but Ju Queyan kept kissing her eyes, tempting her and saying, "Be more greedy, Wan Wan, you deserve the best." Am I so unworthy of your bravery? ​— Intention: Be brave enough to be yourself and pursue your dreams.