The man grasped her hand and pressed it against his taut, burning chest, his voice husky and suggestive as he said:
"Baby, I can’t stop now. Follow your feelings, okay? Don’t reject me like that..."
His voice carried a trace of seduction. An Ruo hesitated for a moment, but he had seized the initiative and kissed her again, giving her no chance to regret it.
She had been on her period a few days ago, and he had behaved properly by not touching her, so today he would not continue to deprive himself.
Tang Yuchen’s energy was vigorous. An Ruo had been thoroughly kissed until she was dizzy, no longer able to respond.
Thus, he easily conquered her territory, loving her deeply, again and again, leading her to sink into this bone-eroding pleasure. It wasn’t until they were utterly exhausted that the passion ended.
By then, An Ruo was already so tired that she couldn’t even muster the strength to open her eyes.
But she cried, emitting a low sobbing sound, not knowing whether it was because she couldn’t handle everything he had given her, or because she hated the betrayal of her own body...
The next morning, An Ruo woke up and, for the first time, saw Tang Yuchen still sleeping in bed.
One of his arms was draped over her waist, his body pressed against hers, deeply asleep.
Looking at his deeply contoured handsome face, she couldn’t help but be attracted to him.
She wasn’t usually one to judge by appearances, but Tang Yuchen was too handsome, too masculine, and she couldn’t help being attracted to him.
Last night, their activity had been too wild, intensely satisfying; it was impossible not to stir something deep within her heart.
She did not want to remain estranged from him; she too wanted to live well.
However, the child she had lost was always a hurdle in her heart that she couldn’t get over.
Thinking of this, An Ruo’s eyes dimmed, filled with melancholy.
She gently removed his hand, put on a nightgown, and walked to the balcony.
Since it was summer, the glass door leading to the balcony was not closed, only the curtain was drawn.
She gently lifted the curtain and walked out to the balcony, sitting down on the lounge chair in the corner.
The morning breeze carried a hint of coolness, and the sun rose from the horizon, casting warm golden light.
Curled up, An Ruo nestled in the spacious lounge chair, squinting towards the distance.
She had made up her mind, if Tang Yuchen really wouldn’t let her go, then they might as well continue . At this point, their relationship had become too complicated, tangled with love and hate, presumably inextricable.
If that was the case, then let everything take its course. If they couldn’t leave each other, they would continue together.
If one day the emotional bonds were gone, they would part ways freely...
While she was deep in thought, Tang Yuchen’s phone rang in the bedroom.
The man groggily opened his eyes and realized An Ruo wasn’t in the bedroom. He tried calling her once. An Ruo heard him, but was too lazy to respond.
His phone kept ringing. Tang Yuchen, annoyed, answered the call; it was Liang Weiming.
On the phone, he told him, "Yun Feiyang still hasn’t woken up; his condition isn’t looking good. Come over when you have time."
The man in the bed instantly woke up, propping himself up and frowning as he asked, "How is his condition not looking good?"
"Didn’t I tell you? If he hasn’t woken up within ten days, it’s very likely he never will."
"Are you saying he could become a vegetable?" Tang Yuchen asked in a grave tone.
The man’s heart skipped a beat, never expecting things to turn out so bad.