Shi Nuan gently shook her head, her cheeks and lips tinged with pink. She said, "No!"
Song Yansheng smiled, "Nuannuan seems a little afraid of me, why is that?"
Shi Nuan pursed her lips and continued to shake her head, "...No!"
"Nuannuan, have you ever thought that you and I could actually try to love each other?"
Shi Nuan was stunned for a moment. She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that Song Yansheng would actually say such words to her.
She looked up and met his dark, ink-like eyes.
Her lips pressed together; just as she was about to say something, her entire body suddenly froze. free.w e bn.ov(e)l(.)com
Because Song Yansheng, unbelievably, leaned down to capture her lips and kissed her.
His lips were warm, carrying a faint scent of tobacco that wasn’t unpleasant, but she was too flustered, rendering her breath still in an instant.
She instinctively tried to push him away, but Song Yansheng moved quickly, one hand swiftly gripping the back of her head, and as his body turned over, he pinned her beneath him... deepening the kiss.
This couldn’t be described as a gentle kiss, nor could it be said to be fierce; it was simply very forceful, very entangled, very deep.
He was skillful and also very patient, over and over again, tirelessly.
Until he kissed her into responding.
The time then, not yet three in the afternoon, Song Yansheng had Shi Nuan tightly locked beneath him on that soft, expansive bed, using all his strength to demand a kiss.
In truth, if he could, he wanted to have her immediately, but he restrained his emotions.
He had to admit that this kiss carried some element of punishment.
Yesterday, she had seen Shen Zui.
Though perhaps against her will, she had indeed not answered his calls because of Shen Zui.
He even wondered what Shen Zui had done to her during their time together, what they had talked about.
Thinking of this made him feel like his head was about to explode.
He could only suck harder on her lips, as if to swallow her whole.
As if only this way, would she truly and completely belong to him, belong only to Song Yansheng.
No one in the future, no matter who, could take her away.
The opera didn’t last long, ending in about an hour and a half.
Afterwards, Song Qingyang took Liang Yue’e back first, while the driver from the Song Family Mansion had been notified earlier, and the car was already waiting outside for Yu Yao.
However, before leaving, Yu Yao went to a nearby cafe by the theater to meet Chu Jingyun.
It had been a while since they last met. Chu Jingyun had lost quite a bit of weight, and her complexion looked a little haggard, which made Yu Yao feel somewhat sympathetic.
Wanting to say something comforting, she ultimately held back.
The first to speak was Chu Jingyun. She gave Yu Yao a gentle smile and said, "Auntie, long time no see!"
Yu Yao gently nodded, "Indeed, it’s been a long time!"
Chu Jingyun’s eyes flickered as she said, "Auntie, I know at times I shouldn’t be reaching out to you, and perhaps you don’t really want to see me, but you know, there are some things that, apart from you, I have no one else to turn to!"
Yu Yao sighed and said, "Jingyun, I know you have deep feelings for A Yu, and I know it’s been hard for you to hold on to him for so many years, but matters of the heart can’t be forced. Even if A Yu is my son, I can’t control his life!"
Chu Jingyun’s eyes flickered again, saying, "Auntie, I know, I know... so even a few years ago, no matter how indifferent A Yu was towards me, I never forced anything upon him, never..."