Even in the dim night light, he could still feel her long, curled eyelashes trembling, their soft touch brushing against his fingertips.
And, little by little, the sensation flowed from his fingertips to every part of his body.
His heart trembled fiercely.
He felt his throat was very dry, and his lips too, especially as he looked at the girl’s slightly pursed lips.
It made his heart ache greatly!
"Nuannuan, do you know... do you know how happy I am today..."
He spoke softly, his voice deep, rich, and hoarse.
"Nuannuan, I’m so happy to marry you... what about you? Are you happy?"
He said again, and after finishing, he smiled self-deprecatingly.
The current Nuannuan, the person in her heart isn’t him. How could she be happy marrying a man she doesn’t love?
He gently held the exposed hand of the girl, and just so happened, on that finger, was the ring he personally put on for her.
In the dim light, a matching men’s ring appeared in the palm of his hand.
She couldn’t put it on him, no matter, he could wear it himself.
He never hoped for her to come closer to him, it’s fine as long as she doesn’t move away, he can make the effort to draw closer to her, until he walks into her heart.
"Nuannuan, may we forever remain united, growing old together!"
The man lowered his head, cautiously approached the girl’s rosy lips, and kissed her.
The fingers with rings interlocked, emitting a scorching radiance in the darkness.
He originally planned to gently kiss her and let go, but he detected a hint of bitterness.
This taste was not unfamiliar to him, he even used to know it very well.
Did this girl take sleeping pills?
Why? Afraid of not being able to sleep?
Sharing a bed with him, would she not be able to sleep?
An inexplicable anger suddenly surged in his heart, and the hand cupping her tightened forcefully. free\we,bnovel.c o(m)
But even so, he was far from satisfied, he wanted more.
This soft little woman uttered a discomforting sound due to lack of breath.
The pitiful pleading in her voice, along with the bitterness he tasted from her lips, hit him like a club, waking him up instantly.
He almost immediately let go of her; the person on the bed did not wake up, but her eyelashes were moist, her small brow tightly furrowed, very aggrieved.
In the darkness, the man quickly got out of bed and turned toward the balcony.
The late-night balcony was cool and lonely.
The man lit a cigarette, his tall figure standing in the cool breeze, trembling as he brought the cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag.
The street lights of the Song Mansion were on all night, casting a glow on the house that revealed a different kind of beauty even in the darkness.
Unfortunately, it was too quiet, so quiet that there was nothing but the sound of the wind.
Suddenly, his heart felt unbearably empty...
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, quickly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and turned back into the room.
Soon he was back in bed, holding the petite figure tightly in his arms, kissed her wet eyes, and said, "Goodnight, Nuannuan!"
The next morning, Shi Nuan woke up in someone’s embrace, and that person, undoubtedly, was Song Yansheng.
The man seemed not to have woken up yet, his shallow breath caressing her forehead with gentle warmth, making her feel very uncomfortable.
She moved a bit, wanting to escape from the man’s embrace, but he held her tight, making it impossible to break free.
Shi Nuan gritted her teeth, not daring to struggle forcefully, fearing she would wake the man beside her, which would make it even more awkward.