Tang Yuchen didn’t speak, but quietly felt this joyful moment.
An Ruo suddenly remembered something, her brow slightly furrowed as she asked him in confusion, "I’ve noticed you can always contact Xiao Ji right away. Tell me the truth, does Xiao Ji have a cell phone, and what’s his number?"
The man said lightly, "I just made arrangements in advance, it’s not like I can contact him whenever I want."
"Xiao Ji should have a cell phone number, right?" she asked persistently.
"Yes, he does. But his phone can’t make international calls, it can only be used locally."
"What kind of phone is that?"
"It’s one the school specifically prepared for each student, because the school doesn’t allow international students to contact home frequently. They want to cultivate their independence, making them unable to rely on anyone," Tang Yuchen explained gently, but An Ruo fell silent.
That school must be very strict; Xiao Ji must have had a hard time there.
After watching the fireworks, the man carried her back to the bedroom.
The bedroom lights were off; he placed her on the bed, his fingers squeezing her knee. "Does it still hurt?"
An Ruo shook her head, "No, it doesn’t hurt anymore."
It was just that she couldn’t feel anything below her knees, and she didn’t know when she would be able to stand again.
The man’s strong body suddenly covered hers, and An Ruo instantly tensed.
In the glow of the streetlights outside, she could see the burning intensity in his dark, glossy eyes.
"Baby, since it doesn’t hurt anymore, how about we don’t sleep tonight?"
His hand caressed her waist, hinting suggestively.
Ever since she had been injured, they hadn’t done it.
Although she knew this day would inevitably come, she still wasn’t mentally prepared.
She wanted to refuse, but his eyes were so bright, and the atmosphere today was so special, she couldn’t bring herself to utter a word of refusal.
Besides, would her refusal even matter?
Her silence was a form of consent.
The color in his eyes deepened, he slowly kissed her lips, his hand slipping into her shirt to stroke her skin.
The room maintained a steady temperature; she wore only a knitted shirt beneath her overcoat.
Tang Yuchen removed her knitted shirt, exposing her fair skin to the air.
Her black bra covered the softness of her chest; even though the lighting was dim, the stark contrast between black and white was evident.
His gaze turned darker; his hands caressed her chest while his kisses trailed down her neck.
The darkness intensified An Ruo’s senses; she emitted soft moans, and under his heated body, her forehead was soon covered in fine sweat.
Tang Yuchen took his time with foreplay, but when he entered her, An Ruo still inhaled sharply from the pain.
It had been too long, and she was not used to his presence.
The man kissed her lips to distract her.
Once she relaxed, he slightly lifted his head, his forehead against hers, and asked, "Are you happy tonight?"
An Ruowei was momentarily stunned, not understanding what he meant.
After two seconds, she realized he was asking if she enjoyed this New Year’s Eve.
"Yes, very happy. What about you?" This time she honestly expressed how she felt.
Tang Yuchen nodded, his voice husky, "I am very happy too; this year’s Spring Festival was very special."
She also thought it was very special. In fact, they didn’t do much, but it all felt very special.
The reason was simple; the Spring Festivals they had experienced before were too monotonous and too unfeeling.