Yan Wushi Quotes

However, now Yan Wushi was forced to admit that Shen Qiao was unique and that he couldn’t change him. Though the world was vast, there was still only one Shen Qiao.

Yan Wushi grabbed his hand and brought it to his own heart. He said softly, “If you don’t believe me, you can dig it out and see for yourself, then you’ll know. From today onward, this is all yours.

But in Yan Wushi’s eyes, whether it was Xie Ling or Yan Wushi didn’t matter. Good or evil, painful or wonderful—he alone should be special to Shen Qiao. There was no need for some other random person to partake in that special regard.

Yan Wushi thought that he could look at Shen Qiao’s earnest expression hundreds of times without growing bored. In the past, he’d wanted this man to fall into the pitch-black abyss, to hate and curse the world, but he now adored his warm and gentle heart with that same fervency.

Yan Wushi possessed an uncanny instinct that told him that Shen Qiao would never hurt him.

Yan Wushi glanced at Shen Qiao, then quickly dropped his head and mumbled, “Feed me.” Shen Qiao fell silent. After a long time with no reply, Yan Wushi raised his head to look at Shen Qiao, then said hesitantly, “Like last time… Kis…

Arms wrapped tightly around Shen Qiao’s waist, and a chest pressed right up against his back. Yan Wushi leaned close to his ear and said quietly, “A-Qiao, how did I do earlier?

Yan Wushi le sonrió levemente, como una flor de durazno en la brisa de primavera, que florece diez millas bajo un gran árbol, como un tesoro brillante y puro.

Yan Wushi had once been a sword master, and he had a sword that never left his side. But when he lost his sword and couldn’t find a satisfactory replacement, he decided to use his finger as a substitute.

Before Shen Qiao could frown and expel the memories of his dream, a teasing voice came from next to his ear. “Which wonderful dream did you have that you’re still savoring it after waking up?” Only then did Shen Qiao realize something was wrong. The object he was leaning against was clearly not a pillow, but… Yan Wushi’s thigh. He’d woken up with his head pillowed on Yan Wushi’s thigh.