So much so, that even their shadows couldn’t be distinguished one from the other; the two had become one.
Long having heard no sound from her, he worried she had fallen asleep and carefully lifted his face to look at her.
In his view, he saw Gan Yuan with her eyes wide open, intently watching him.
"Thought you were asleep, what are you looking at?"
"You," she tilted her head slightly, her hand reaching out to support his face, "Ajue... you’re so handsome."
He let out a light chuckle.
Silly woman, she must be really drunk!
The night breeze came by, sweeping across her bare arms, and Gan Yuan shivered slightly.
He hastened to hold her tight, and she, in turn, clung tightly to his neck.
"Ajue, do you know... I love you so much..."
For six years, raising their child on her own, what else could it be but love?
"You don’t know... I love you more than you realize... so very much..." she clung to him tightly, like a drowning person grasping a straw for life, "I don’t ever want to leave again... it hurts so much inside... it feels like... a piece has been cut away..."
"Silly woman!" he said, his heart aching as he enveloped her completely in his embrace, "from now on, I’ll never let you leave again!"
"What if I run away again?"
"I’ll find you and bring you back."
"What if... I don’t come back!"
"Then I’ll catch you and bring you back."
She giggled, "You said it yourself, no... no backing out!"
She really was drunk, drunk enough to forget her sense of reason and inadvertently speak her heart out loud.
Embracing her tightly, the man spoke in a tender and resolute tone.
Her heart brimming with joy, she lifted her lips to kiss his neck.
"Ajue... I’m so happy..."
Raising his hand to cradle her tipsy face, Huangfu Jue’s fingers slowly caressed her cheek.
If he had known she was this honest and adorable when drunk, he wouldn’t have stopped her earlier.
As their eyes met, neither of them spoke another word but instinctively, they lifted their faces (lowered their heads) and kissed each other’s lips.
The kiss was incredibly natural, as if it was the same as the one they shared six years ago that night.
Her lips still carried the scent of red wine, everything was so similar, yet the difference was that tonight, he was no longer that naïve young man inexperienced in kissing.
Holding her waist, he allowed her body to cling to him as his palm pressed against the back of her head, deepening their kiss.
The wine he had brewed himself, fermented by her taste buds, was intoxicating him as well.
His palm kneaded her back and waist with force, her delicate dress crumpling in his grasp.
His fingertips brushed across her skin, his breath growing more and more ragged.
Unable to wait to take her downstairs, he strode with her in his arms to the table, sweeping aside the clutter with his hands.
Candlesticks, plates, wine glasses... clinked and clattered to the ground, the candles rolled a few times then went out, and on the terrace, only the starlight remained.
His hand pushed aside her dress, the man impatiently tearing open her undergarment.
A little distance away on the ground, the player continued to play on its own, with the voice from the earbuds on the floor faintly carrying a song.
where a girl loves a boy (there, where a girl deeply loves a boy)
and a boy loves a girl (a boy deeply loves a girl)
At this moment, neither Huangfu Jue nor Gan Yuan had any inclination to listen to what she was