"Yes, we’ll never part again!" the man nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly moist.
Lin Xinlan cried tears of joy, unable to stop a tear from slipping down her cheek.
Rong Shaoze’s gaze was deep as he leaned in to kiss away her tears, then pressed his lips to her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and finally her lips.
He kissed her gently, with great passion and devotion in his touch.
Lin Xinlan wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to respond to his kisses.
The man trembled slightly, then pulled her in close, his kisses becoming more intense and burning.
Overcome with passion, at that moment, all they wanted was to possess each other, not caring about anything else.
Lin Xinlan felt as if she were in a furnace, her entire body melting away.
Rong Shaoze lay on top of her, droplets of sweat from his hair falling onto her lips...
His eyes, dark as night, were like a vast black whirlpool, drawing one in with a single glance, unable to escape.
Lin Xinlan gazed deeply back at him, her eyes alight with desire.
Rong Shaoze curved his lips in a faint smile, kissing her sensitive earlobe and causing her to tremble.
"Xinlan," he called her name in a low voice, "Hmm..." Lin Xinlan softly hummed in response, her voice carrying a touch of drowsy sweetness.
Her cheeks reddened, and she bit her teeth tightly to suppress the moans rising in her throat.
Rong Shaoze chuckled quietly, his voice as melodious as the notes of a cello.
A hint of a smile surfaced in Lin Xinlan’s eyes; she wrapped her arms around his neck, their foreheads touching.
"And you?" he asked, staring at her, a flicker of insecurity in his eyes.
Lin Xinlan smiled lightly and said softly, "I love you too."
The man smiled charmingly, like a child, he continued to ask, "Who is your dearest?"
"Rong Shaoze," Lin Xinlan answered with a smile, feeling embarrassed but not overly coy.
The light in Rong Shaoze’s eyes shone brightly, more beautiful than the brightest star in the night sky.
He kissed her lips, his voice husky and enchanting, "I love you too, my dearest is Lin Xinlan, it’s you."
"I know," Lin Xinlan’s eyes welled up slightly, clinging to him, feeling his warmth, the unique scent that belonged to him.
They continued their tireless embrace until Lin Xinlan opened her eyes to find the morning light streaming in.
Rong Shaoze hung up the phone, saw she was awake, rolled on top of her, and kissed her lips.
"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked in a low voice as he kissed her.
"Mmm." She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time, but last night, she truly slept soundly and sweetly.
A mischievous glint danced in the man’s eyes, his hand slipping under the blankets, caressing the softness of her chest.
"Since you’re not hungry, let’s continue," he suggested.
Lin Xinlan paused, not quite understanding his meaning at first.
Feeling his heat against her, she suddenly realized what he meant. She wanted to reject him, yet was unable to.
Being with him was like being poisoned; even if it pained her to the core, she couldn’t stop, she was willing to risk it all.
When Lin Xinlan woke again, it was already midday.
The spot beside her was empty, but still retained some warmth, indicating Rong Shaoze hadn’t left long ago.
She got up and walked out of the room, surveying the unfamiliar villa as she descended the stairs.