Both of them hadn’t slept all night and were in desperate need of a good rest to replenish their energy.
After getting into bed, An Ruo leaned into Tang Yuchen’s embrace, inhaling the scent that belonged to him, which made her feel at ease.
How wonderful; the things she worried about didn’t happen.
It made her worry for nothing the night before, but she was still happy because he was still hers alone.
The two of them slept for a very long time, not getting up until the afternoon.
After dinner, Tang Yuchen didn’t go out but worked from home instead. An Ruo watched TV and, by nine o’clock, went to take a bath in preparation for bed.
Tang Yuchen wasn’t in the mood to work and also went to bed early.
He too took a bath and laid down on the bed. But having slept too much during the day, neither of them could fall asleep.
With An Ruo in his arms, the moment Tang Yuchen closed his eyes, all he could see was Lan Keren’s face.
That beautiful face with its intelligent and sly eyes.
He could also hear the sound of her gently calling his name in his mind.
She loved to call him that, and although initially, he had said the name was too folksy and told her not to call him that,
she claimed it felt intimate and insisted on it.
Until he got used to her calling him by that name, and then she disappeared, and he never heard her call him that again.
But yesterday, she had appeared before him again, smiling and saying to him: Ah Chen, I’m back.
If you had left, why would you return?
Why appear before him again, why still affect his mood!
Tang Yuchen didn’t want her to affect him, and desperately tried to push her out of his mind.
Suddenly, he turned over and pressed down on An Ruo, kissing her lips roughly.
His hands as well moved roughly over her.
He needed to vent, needed something to divert his attention, just so he wouldn’t think of Lan Keren!
His vigor hurt An Ruo; she frowned slightly, pushing against him and protested softly, "Tang Yuchen, be gentle..."
Being gentle wouldn’t drive that other person out of his mind.
The man’s movements didn’t lighten, instead they became even more intense.
Not giving her time to adapt, he possessed her fiercely, his movements fervent. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and soon enough, there were ten finger marks on An Ruo’s waist.
She didn’t understand why his emotions were so abnormal, but she didn’t refuse him, allowing him to vent.
Because, she too needed to vent, needed to feel his presence intensely, to feel assured that he belonged to her.
Both harboring their own feelings, they intertwined with each other; to say they were making love would be less accurate than saying they were venting.
The storm-like passion arrived quickly and left just as rapidly.
Tired, Tang Yuchen lay down beside her, holding her body, and kissed her forehead affectionately, saying, "Let’s sleep."
"Mm." An Ruo snuggled up close to him and closed her eyes.
However, he couldn’t sleep, gazing at An Ruo’s face, his eyes deep with contemplation.
This woman, he had decided to spend his life with her. Even without love, he would not abandon her.
Lan Keren had become his past; there was no need to think about her anymore.
She and he no longer had anything to do with each other; he should look forward and not live in the past.
Tang Yuchen made up his mind and felt considerable relief. However, he still dreamt of Lan Keren that night.
He dreamt of the moment seven years ago when they parted.
That day, the sky was Lan blue, as beautiful as her name and as beautiful as she was.
He held her hand tightly and said to her with conviction.
"Ke Ren, come with me. I’ll take you away to soar high and escape everything here!"