An Ruowei was stunned; she thought he wouldn’t agree to her request since he had said that he would only allow her and Xiao Ji to talk twice a year.
His permission brought her a bit of joy, "Really?"
"Don’t you believe what I say?" The man looked at the smile in her eyes and couldn’t help but curve his lips slightly.
After speaking, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and exchanged a few words with the person on the other end before the call was transferred to An Ji.
He handed the phone to her, and An Ruo eagerly took it and blurted out, "Xiao Ji, is that you?"
"Sis, it’s me!" An Ji, hearing her voice, was equally excited.
"Xiao Ji, how have you been there recently?"
"I am fine, and you? Sis, has Mr. Tang bullied you again?"
An Ruo naturally wouldn’t say anything to worry him; she said she was fine, that she was doing well. When she asked An Ji how he was, he too only shared good news.
It was the first time the siblings had been apart for so long; they both missed each other immensely, and their conversation seemed endless, wishing they could talk forever. Of course, they wished even more to be by each other’s side, never to part again for the rest of their lives.
An Ruo kept smiling and talking nonstop, forgetting everything and everyone around her, even Tang Yuchen. Seeing the joyful and tender look in her eyes, the man couldn’t help but be spellbound.
She had never shown such an expression in front of him before; recently, she had been downcast and negative. Today, it was rare to see her so vibrant, and Tang Yuchen found it exceptionally precious.
If he had known that letting her speak with An Ji would make her so happy, he would have done it sooner.
However, they had been talking for too long, and Tang Yuchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Leaning against the sofa, he said in a gentle voice, "That’s enough, no more talking."
An Ruowei was taken aback, the smile at the corner of her mouth instantly vanishing, and her eyes dimmed a bit, "Xiao Ji, I can’t talk anymore; I’ll call you again when I have time. Make sure to take care of yourself over there, always carry your medicine with you, and don’t forget it."
"Mm, I know. Sis, you also take care of yourself; you must wait for my return."
An Ruo’s eyes immediately reddened, "Don’t worry, I will definitely wait for you to come home!"
On the other end, An Ji fell silent. Yes, wherever his sister was, that was his home. He had to survive, to return, and become even stronger.
After hanging up the phone, An Ruowei handed it back to Tang Yichen, her gaze slightly downcast, masking the sadness in her eyes.
Tang Yuchen lifted her chin, his black eyes intensely gazing into hers. He pursed his lips, saying nothing; An Ruo also looked at him, silent.
The atmosphere became a bit tense, and somewhat ambiguous.
An Ruo shifted uncomfortably, blinking her eyes, intending to get up and leave when he suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips forcefully yet tenderly.
This was the first time he had kissed her tenderly. An Ruo widened her eyes in surprise, trying to dodge, but the man suddenly held her tightly, pressing her into the soft couch, deepening the kiss.
His sturdy body pressed tightly against her softness, the two glued together without a single gap.
Although he did not treat her roughly, An Ruo was still not accustomed to his kisses. She slightly struggled, showing her discontent. The man lifted his head, his dark, bright eyes burning with an intense flame.
Having been with him for a while, she naturally knew what his expression at that moment meant.