Chiye Quotes

I found myself a man!" Sunlight shone on Xiao Chiye's face, dispelling the dark clouds of yesterday. This brat was truly a little rascal as he shouted provocatively, "The best-looking man in the whole of Dazhou is my wife!

To marry me, two million isn’t enough; I want Lanzhou’s priceless smile that even a thousand gold cannot buy.

Shen Zechuan coyly shifted closer. He leaned in and whispered into Xiao Chiye’s ear: “Even if you spare me, do you think I will spare you?

Unlike the last time they went horse-riding in Qudu, Xiao Chiye was serious this time. He led Shen Zechuan up Lang Tao Xue Jin and explained it all to Shen Zechuan regardless of significance, from how to step on the saddle to how to pull on the reins. It was as if he wanted to leave it all to Shen Zechuan—His horse, his eagle, his heart.

Xiao Chiye raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh, how I love you so.” Shen Zechuan was slightly stunned. Xiao Chiye looked at him and enunciated each word as he repeated, “I love you so much.

Xiao Chiye was like the blazing sun. He was also like the wind from the grassland. He stood out from the masses. To Shen Zechuan, hiding that handkerchief on that day with the gloomy and damp rain and snow was like hiding a rousing and passionate dream. In this dream, there was the unrestrained galloping of horses over a thousand li1 of grasslands, and the spreading of wings soaring through ten thousand li of clear sky. These eventually turned into an indescribable glimpse—one he would be hard-pressed to recount in detail.

That jade earring adorned his right ear, and it was still debatable whether Shen Zechuan embellished it or it embellished Shen Zechuan. It was like a needless warning that concealed Xiao Chiye's undisguised possessiveness behind that smoothness, making it clear to all that no one else, other that Xiao Chiye, could touch Shen Zehuan.

Shen Zechuan rested his head against Xiao Chiye’s chest. “Is the moon in Libei as round as the moon in Duanzhou?

Xiao Chiye answered only after a long pause. “I’ve already forgotten. Is the grass in Duanzhou as tall as the grass in Libei?

Let’s go together,” Xiao Chiye said. “Home?” Xiao Chiye tightened his arms around Shen Zechuan. “Home.

Xiao Chiye looked down at him. “As long as we can get out of Qudu, we’ll go together, even to the ends of the earth.

An umbrella suddenly moved overhead to shelter Xiao Chiye. Shen Zechuan had come up beside him, holding the umbrella aloft to shield him from the deluge. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two figures in drenched red robes brought to mind a pair of wicked gods emerging from a rainy night.

Xiao Chiye hung back, his gaze on Shen Zechuan laden with too many emotions. In an instant, he’d turned from a valiant, vicious hound into a lone wolf that had strayed from its pack.

Let’s build a home.” Grinding against Shen Zechuan’s soft flesh, Xiao Chiye’s throat tightened as he spoke between escaped sighs. “Here. Anywhere.

Shen Wei and Bai Cha didn’t matter. Xiao Chiye lowered his head and pressed his cheek to Shen Zechuan’s as he stared with deep hostility at the sunlight attempting to creep across the sheets toward Shen Zechuan. Shen Lanzhou belonged to him—Xiao Ce’an.