The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life-Chapter 376: Qixi Festival (12)

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A pair of unfathomable, blue eyes contrasted exceptionally with his fair face and the festive red tone of the robe, stared deeply ahead on the boats carrying couples across the wide lake. Like the countless colourful ripples on the surface of the lake, his gaze were soul stirring, causing anyone to be lost in its spell.

The man’s right hand was placed behind his back clenched into a fist and on his left which was covered under the broad sleeves was a familiar simple silver hairpin, devoid of any design.

After five minutes, there was a sound of fine footsteps behind him. It was faint yet every soft tap made his heart palpitate into chaotic rhythm, followed by the familiar voice.

Chunhua let the long brocade skirt down. Because of it, she had difficulty walking and had to gather the hem on her arms. The sect uniform is still the best.

"Sister, good luck." Xiang’er who had accompanied her stormed off and went to join the others in gazing at the play.

Glancing at man’s back, Chunhua found it hard to identity that it was Haoran but the embroidery of the soaring golden dragon and clouds on the back of the robe indicated that it was the robe she chose beforehand.

Uncertain, she asked curiously, "A’Ran is that you?"

The instance she asked that, the man turned around and showed his perfect visage that even the food-minded person was taken aback.

Who is this guy!

He looks like an imperial prince or like those celebrated jaded-face ethereal immortals from the legends!

Chunhua blinked and said without shame, "You look so good!"

Realizing her eyes were shamelessly fixated at man the moment, an abnormal flush crept from her neck to her cheeks, reddening them further and her heart raced fast especially when the man started walking towards her.

The scene in the dream replayed in her mind and the change of scenery to a spectacular one only made it more embarrassing.

The thickened wall of her face crumbled and revealed the demure of a shy maiden in front of a gentleman, completely forgetting the task of interrogating the man about the the dress he picked.

In a heartbeat, Chunhua raised the red fan in her hand to hide her face and only her eyes filled with ripples akin to autumn lake studded with stars remained staring at the man.

Her eyelashes fluttered with like butterfly wings and with the plum blossom mark on her forehead, only made the unintentional little gestures lovelier and charming.

The curvature of Haoran’s lips further deepened at her strange display of timidity, but majority of which was due to the fact that the moment he laid his eyes on her, he believed he had fallen for a second time.

My Xiao Hua looks like a fairy from the heavens. Haoran had urge to take her away, so no one would be able to look at her, and only him.

Chunhua’s whole face reddened like the shade of spring rose when Haoran got closer. "Do I look strange?" Because his eyes were heavily fixated on her face making her conscious. Surely, Xiang’er didn’t paint her like a monkey?

"No, you look so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off you." Haoran honestly said with a smile before gently catching the wrist holding the red fan, lowering it to let him take a second look.

Yes, it is indeed a lovely fairy. Haoran deeply gaze at Chunhua, committing every detail into his memory.

"Xiao Hua, are you sure you’re not a fairy? Because all my eyes can see is a fairy, standing before me."

Making the whole world and everything pale in comparison.

Chunhua blinked at the man’s innocent question. The last time she left the mirror, she was sure she wasn’t even at the threshold of a beauty.

Haoran’s eyes obsessively lightly brushed the plum blossom mark, the tips of her long eyelashes, her glistening eyes that was so pure and bright and surface of her crimson lips.

My fairy... Haoran chanted in his heart before encircling his arms around her.

Chunhua could hear her heart kept beating faster and louder at every word Haoran said, the way he looked at her, and the sudden hug, making her utterly dumbstruck.

She wanted to ask if he was drunk but her sharp nose couldn’t pick up the scent of wine on him and only the same strange ambergris from the first day they met.

She didn’t even move and only stood stiff as the man deepened the embrace, allowing her to feel the outline of his body, even with the layers of clothes between them.

The female staffs including Xiang’er watching the scenes from the side of the pavilion were biting their handkerchiefs and enviously wishing to the stars to be in Chunhua’s place.

On the contrary the photographer was inspired and captivated by the sight and his hand unconsciously clicked the button to capture the moments.

Chunhua felt something cold was stuck in her hair which was noticeable despite the sudden rise in the temperature in the air and her disorderly mind.

It was strange. But she didn’t find his hug repulsive. On the contrary, she felt nervous and her heart was very abnormal. It keeps beating fast even when she did nothing sort of an exercise or perceiving threat in the surroundings.

Why is this? It’s the first time she felt this way.

"There something I want to say." Haoran looked at the minute left on the clock.

"What is it?" Chunhua gathered a bit of her senses to ask.

Haoran swept the loose hair to the side, leaned closer to her ears until his lips grazed on her lobe before whispering in a deep and hoarse voice something to her ears.

What?

Chunhua only had a second to process those words that left her mind in jumbles before a hand gently cupped her chin and something warm sealed her lips, reliving the scenario in the dream.

Her eyes widened looking at Haoran’s face in close proximity and as her hot breath mingled with his.

Click-

The sound of the camera shutter resonated along in the pavilion, accompanying the two beating hearts.

(A/N: Hehe. Forgive my absence.)

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