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The Young Miss Refuse To Love

Transmigrated into a novel she dropped was never on Qi Jianyi’s bucket list. She could still remember how she deleted the novel on her phone after reading the first 30 chapters of the book.  “A book full of bullshit.” She cursed before going to sleep.  Never in a million years would she have thought that one day, she would be pulled into a novel she hated. All Qi Jianyi could think of was trying to look for a way home while ignoring the plot of the novel.  But where does she start? No, does she really have the time to think about it after the appearance of an annoying man who keeps pestering her?  Qi Jianyi could not forget her first impression of that man. He was as cold as ice, but had a fiery temperament. Those beautiful eyes of his had once captured Qi Jianyi’s attention.  But the young miss of the Qi family was too busy looking for a way home. How could she have the time and energy to care about a certain young master?  However, Song Chengfeng would not stop appearing before her. He didn’t know why either. For the first time in his entire life, his mind and body were not in sync.  “Why bother with her?” He whispered coldly, yet his legs already walked towards the woman who was enjoying her life.  “Because I love you, Qi Jianyi! I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way, but I do. I love you! I love you so much that the thought of losing you terrifies me. It suffocates me. And yet… you’re not even mine.” - Song Chengfeng "Loving me only ruins you. So stop!" - Qi Jianyi

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In a room shrouded in darkness, without the faintest glimmer of sunlight, Song Chengfeng stepped out of the bathroom, his shower freshly concluded.

A white towel hung loosely around his hips, the only thing shielding him from complete exposure. Droplets of water trailed from his damp hair, cascading down his lean frame as he moved towards the bedside table. 

He picked up his phone, the screen illuminating his otherwise shadowed features. A faint smile, so rare and fleeting, graced his expressionless face when his eyes landed on the first notification. Which was a text from Qi Jianyi.

The message was simple, yet it meant everything to him: I'm still here. Alive and well.

It had become a morning ritual for him to check in on her, using the excuse of inquiring about her health. In truth, it was less about her well-being and more about the reassurance that she hadn't vanished from his life.