Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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in fact,

Love is always feeling indebted.

"My heart is in turmoil. What are you thinking about, Zhou'er? You can't lie. You have to tell me honestly, okay?"

People who spend every day together can clearly sense that something is wrong with each other, even with just a subtle gesture, an inconspicuous word, or a slight difference in tone.

Not to mention that Su Qing and Zhen Zhou's hearts had already been connected.

"Thinking..."

Mahiru deliberately dragged out the last syllable, as if she were seriously thinking about something, but in fact she already had the answer.

"I'm wondering if you're hungry, should we eat first, or..."

Although Mahiru takes care of herself like an angel most of the time, she sometimes transforms into a little devil to torment herself.

Su Qing vaguely knew what the other person was going to say next, which made him even more itchy and impatient, and his breathing became rapid.

But no, even if the Great Demon Lord corrupts the angel into a lesser demon, he cannot let the other party do as he pleases. Otherwise, where would he put his face as the Great Demon Lord Su?

Then, Su Qing gently bit Zhenzhu's slightly red earlobe and whispered in his magnetic yet gentle voice.

"then what?"

"Eat me first..."

Mahiru was startled by the sudden attack. Her delicate body trembled, and she forgot everything she had learned from Yui. The sentences she had managed to recall were now spoken so weakly because of the attack.

I felt like a little white rabbit that had just been delivered to my door!

[Cunning! Too cunning! That's Su Qing's biggest flaw!]

Mahiru screamed inwardly, "Ever since I got together with Su Qing, it seems like this happens all the time. He used to blush so easily before we got together!"

The girl's face immediately turned rosy. Because Su Qing's face was close to Zhen Zhou's ear, he could feel the other's burning ears most clearly at this moment.

"Oh? How will Zhou'er eat?"

Su Qing chuckled twice, but her hands involuntarily moved upwards, as if afraid of being discovered by her master. The movement was very slow, but the slower it was, the more it made people itch with desire.

Climbing a snow-capped mountain and standing atop it is an essential step for a boy to transform into a man, and it is also the dream of every man. Su Qing is no exception.

In the sweltering summer heat, even though she was wearing light and breathable loungewear, the thin fabric couldn't block the warmth emanating from Su Qing's palm. Every inch of Zhenzhou's skin felt the gentle caress from the bottom of her heart, like a tender breeze carrying a gentle sentiment, adding an unspoken comfort and intimacy to the summer heat.

"No, I don't know. Also, where should I touch with my hand?"

Mahiru pouted and said that she would never tell the other person how she should eat. Su Qing was obviously trying to tease her. This guy was getting naughtier and naughtier, especially at night!

Despite a hint of reproach in her words, Mahiru had no intention of stopping Su Qing. After all, she also enjoyed that feeling...

Therefore, Su Qing continued climbing upwards without any obstacles.

However, just one step away from the snow-capped mountain, Su Qing suddenly stopped.

"what's wrong?"

Noticing that Su Qing had stopped moving, Mahiru asked in confusion.

"Zhou'er, I like you."

Su Qing pressed her face tightly against Majul's smooth cheek, her tone firm yet full of affection.

Me too!

Mahiru was overjoyed by the other person's confession at this moment, even though she had heard it more than once, it still made her heart flutter.

"Zhou'er".

"Ok?"

"I love you."

How much do you love her?

"I love you so much, so much."

"Then I love you so, so, so much!"

Mahiru snorted, "Little Su Qing, you overestimate yourself!"

"Then I love you so, so, so, so much!"

Su Qing, like a child, found amusement in such pointless arguments with Maju.

I love you the most!

No, I'm the one who loves you the most!

"Well!"

As if she was truly angry, Mahiru broke free from Su Qing's grasp, turned around, narrowed her beautiful eyes, put her hands on her hips, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Now, say it again, who loves whom the most... mmm mmm"

Mahiru's caramel-colored eyes widened suddenly, then she slowly closed them, her hands instinctively wrapping around Su Qing. The distance between them was instantly shortened, followed by the exchange of lips and tongues, accompanied by the girl's soft "mmm" sounds.

When feelings run deep, everything falls into place naturally.

One kiss sealed their love.

Where is it really necessary to distinguish who loves whom more?

It's just a disguised, domineering declaration: I am yours.

That's it.

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Chapter 66 (Extra Chapter): Su Qing's Family's Qixi Festival (Part Two)

In his arms, the girl's delicate body trembled slightly from Su Qing's demands. In the quiet kitchen, her rapid breathing sounded particularly clear and heavy. After a long while, the two reluctantly parted.

Su Qing gazed at the girl before him, noticing that her originally fair face was flushed with an alluring blush, as delicate and luscious as a ripe apple.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each breath, as if propelled by an invisible force. A few strands of hair slipped from her forehead and floated gently in the air.

Seeing this, Su Qing slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips gently running through the few strands of hair that had inadvertently fallen down Zhen Zhou's head.

He carefully and gently lifted them from Mahiru's cheeks, then cautiously circled them behind her ears, which were so red they seemed to bleed. The skin that his fingertips inadvertently touched was like the finest silk in spring, adding an unspoken intimacy and care to this gentle gesture.

Throughout the entire process, Su Qing's gaze never left Mahiru's face.

Su Qing did not rush to withdraw her hand, but gently covered Zhen Zhou's warm face with her palm, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if confirming the authenticity of the touch.

The distance between the two was once again shortened, so close that they could hear their soft breaths mingling together, and an indescribable ambiguity and tension filled the air.

Mahiru slowly raised her eyelids, and her gaze met Su Qing's in mid-air. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Under Su Qing's affectionate gaze, those stunning caramel-colored eyes gradually lost focus and became hazy, as if they contained a myriad of emotions, or perhaps a misty, ethereal veil.

Then, suppressing her shyness, Mahiru's eyes were fixed on the person she loved so deeply. She parted her red lips slightly and whispered.

"I...I want more..."

After saying that, Mahiru stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Su Qing's neck, slowly closed her eyes, and gently parted her rosy lips, looking as if she were ready to be taken.

Mahiru suddenly leaned forward, her warm breath brushing against Su Qing's cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. Seeing this, Su Qing no longer hesitated and leaned down to respond.

At the same time, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her even closer to himself, as if trying to merge her into his very bones.

Their kiss gradually grew from gentle to passionate and lingering, as if they wanted to imprint their souls deeply into each other's hearts.

"Can we go to the sofa?"

"Mmm..." Mahiru's murmur was as soft as silk, almost gently embraced by the surrounding tranquil air.

Although this wasn't their first kiss, every time Su Qing passionately made his advances, her legs would involuntarily go weak, as if an invisible magic had drained all her strength away. The feeling was both wonderful and intoxicating, making it impossible for her to extricate herself.

So she could only let herself, like a lazy cat basking in the warm spring sun, limply in Su Qing's strong embrace, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, the steady and powerful beat of his heart ringing in her ears, each beat like the most beautiful melody, striking the deepest part of her soul.

Seeing this, Su Qing's eyes flashed with tenderness and doting. He effortlessly picked up Maju and gently lifted her up, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. The two figures moved slowly in the interplay of light and shadow. Finally, Su Qing gently placed Maju on the soft sofa.

"...I want a hug."

Having left Su Qing's embrace, Mahiru's voice carried an obvious hint of coquetry and unease. Her hands unconsciously stretched upwards, making a gesture of longing for an embrace. Her pink lips pouted slightly, and her eyes flickered with a touch of grievance and expectation.

"Good boy, you're here."

Su Qing's voice was deep and gentle. He slowly leaned down and hugged the lovely woman beneath him tightly, feeling her warmth and softness.

Then, he gently stroked her face, his fingers gliding across her smooth forehead, touching her slightly trembling eyelashes, and lingering on the bridge of her straight nose, feeling her faint breath. Finally, his gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, as if anticipating something.

Su Qing's movements were gentle and slow. His lips first lightly touched Zhen Zhou's forehead, feeling her warmth; then, his lips slowly moved to above her eyes, gently kissing her eyelashes; then, his lips moved again, kissing the tip of her nose, feeling her breath.

Finally, his lips reached Mahiru's lips, and he kissed her gently, as tenderly as a breeze caressing flower petals. His tongue gently darted out, licking her lips and savoring her sweetness.

Mahiru's body trembled slightly, her hands gripping Su Qing's shoulders tightly, as if she wanted more contact. Su Qing sensed her desire, and his hands began to roam over her body, caressing her back and waist, making her feel his presence.

As the kiss deepened, their breathing became rapid. Their bodies pressed tightly together, their heartbeats mingling, and the most beautiful music in the world was born on this small sofa.

……

"Zhou'er".

After a long while, exhausted, Zhenzhu nestled against Su Qing's broad chest. She lowered her eyes gently, not daring to look directly into Su Qing's affectionate eyes. The blush on her cheeks was as brilliant as the sunset. When she heard Su Qing's call, she simply rubbed her cheek against Su Qing's and then buried her face in Su Qing's arms again.

She's starting to look more and more like a kitten.

As Su Qing thought this, the doting look in his eyes remained undiminished. He rubbed Mahiru's head, and the other person seemed to feel comfortable with it, gently nudging Su Qing's palm.

"Do you know what day it is today?" Su Qing continued to stroke it, a smile on her lips.

"Is it the anniversary of your first kiss?"

Mahiru poked her cute little head out, and her voice became softer and sweeter than usual because Su Qing had taken too much from her.

"...No, you little pervert."

Su Qing chuckled, surprised that the other party would remember this strange anniversary.

"Um... I'm not a pervert."

"That's the little angel of color."

"Idiot! That's not true!"

Mahiru got up from Su Qing's embrace and subconsciously picked up the cushion that smelled of Su Qing from the side and buried her head in it.

"Try to guess again."

"I won't guess, I'm not a little pervert."

Mahiru didn't raise her head; instead, she buried it even deeper, making her voice muffled.

"Zhou'er~"

From the very beginning, Mahiru couldn't stand Su Qing's coquettish behavior towards her. At that time, Su Qing seemed especially cute to Mahiru, and every time this happened, she felt that she had discovered another side of Su Qing, which was her privilege.

But the other party rarely had the chance to act coquettishly. Every time, she wanted to see more of Su Qing's expressions. After all, it would be too cunning for her to be the only one acting coquettish, wouldn't it?

Therefore, Mahiru reluctantly raised her head.

"What is this?!" Mahiru's exclamation was filled with uncontrollable joy, and her eyes instantly lit up, like the most dazzling star in the night sky.

Happy Qixi Festival.

Su Qing's words, illuminated by the soft lighting, carried an added tenderness and affection, and his face appeared exceptionally gentle and moving in this warm atmosphere.

"Why, why?"

"Because you deserve it, or are you unwilling?"

"No, no, I'm just... too happy."

Mahiru covered her mouth with her hand, as if suppressing the emotions that were about to burst forth.

"Could you... help me put it on?"

Mahiru's words carried a hint of shyness and anticipation, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"It's my pleasure to serve you, my little angel."

Su knelt on the ground, his attitude as devout as a pilgrim, and gently placed the radiant ring on Mahiru's hand. He carefully, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world, gently lifted the ring that shone under the light and slowly slid it between Mahiru's slender fingers.

"It feels like a dream..."

Mahiru had never been so happy, and tears streamed down her delicate face uncontrollably.