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"Lefas... I'm not tired at all, I can't sleep!" She pouted in his arms, enjoying this side of him. Looking at his cold face, her heart felt very warm.
"Don't be willful. Think about the child, okay..." Rafas carried her to the bed in the cabin and lay down beside her to rest.
When it came to the child, she could only helplessly surrender, obediently nestling in his arms and quietly closing her eyes to rest. It seemed like a lot had happened in the past few days, and soon after she closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
Rafas stayed close by her side, watching her sleep peacefully, murmuring, "Stubborn little thing, I knew you were tired."
When she opened her eyes again, they had returned to the castle, back in that familiar bedroom. The room was empty; she was the only one lying on the long-lost big bed.
She gently got out of bed and walked to the window to look outside. Everything was just as it had been; nothing had changed. Of course, she had only been to New York for a few days, so there wouldn't be any changes. It seemed that pregnant women really do tend to overthink.
"How did you get out of bed by yourself?" Rafas had only stepped away for a moment and came back to see her standing by the window with her feet together.
"I slept so well that I got up by myself." She turned to face him as he walked up to her and embraced her. Listening to his heartbeat and smelling his scent felt so comforting.
Rafas reached out to stroke her cheek. "Yan Wushuang, no matter what happened before, you have ultimately become my woman!"
Since she became pregnant, Rafas naturally didn't touch her. Every night was a torment for him; holding such a beautiful woman but unable to touch her was truly frustrating.
Kissing and caressing were far from satisfying his desires, but since the child hadn't reached three months yet, he couldn't touch her at all. Facing other women made him doubt himself; he had no reaction whatsoever—damn it!
After a week of rest, Wushuang's appetite improved significantly, while Rafas was tormented by the child. Watching him toss and turn all night made Yan Wushuang feel guilty.
Another torturous night arrived. As usual, he couldn't sleep in bed. Tonight felt particularly stuffy; even with the air conditioning on, he still felt uncomfortable—perhaps it was more about how she felt inside.
"Lefas, are you unable to sleep again?" Yan Wushuang leaned against him, placing her small hand on his face.
He reached out, took her hand, and kissed it lightly by his mouth, saying, "Yeah, I can't sleep. With you here, how can I possibly sleep?"
"Then how about we sleep separately? What do you think?" She thought this was a feasible solution.
"Silly girl, if I sleep apart from you, I'll be even more unable to sleep!" He gently rubbed her little upturned nose.
Yan Wushuang looked at him, realizing that she had to take the plunge tonight. She sat up in his arms. Rafas was unsure of what she intended to do as she slipped off her nightgown. The moonlight streamed into the bedroom, revealing her graceful figure before his eyes.
"Baby, do you know that what you're doing is very dangerous?" The sight of her body emitted the fragrance he loved most, with an enticing allure that made his voice turn hoarse.
Yan Wushuang nodded and leaned closer to him, saying, "I know, but I just want to help you relax a bit."
She took the initiative to kiss his lips, mimicking how he usually kissed her. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, her boldness made Rafas lose control even more. He pulled her into his embrace and shifted their positions, pinning her beneath him.
Quickly removing his clothes, the suggestive posture was enough to ignite flames in the bedroom. He wanted her—he wanted her so badly...
"Baby, I want you. I can't control myself anymore. I need you... I need you..." He pulled her down and sealed her lips with his. Rafas was overwhelmed by desire; he didn't want to think about anything else. If he couldn't have her tonight, he felt like he would suffocate!
"Lefas, we can't do this yet. Have you forgotten what Shouya said? We need to wait three months—three months!" Trapped and unable to move under his grip, she could only remind him repeatedly.
"Baby, I really can't hold back anymore. If I don't touch you tonight, I'm going to die!" He knew Shouya's words well enough, but they had spent a passionate night together just before finding out about her pregnancy. All he needed was this one time.
Under the moonlit night, they composed a stunningly beautiful scene together.
Japan.
Yamamoto Ryuichi had received numerous messages; Rafas had indeed begun to take action. However, his target was not him but Kogura. To Yamamoto's view, it was only a matter of time.
After returning to Italy that day, Kogura faced continuous troubles. Many transactions inexplicably went wrong, and he was even targeted by the police. On several occasions when he went out, he narrowly escaped being killed by assassins. Such obvious retaliation could only be directed at him.
At this time, everyone was struggling to protect themselves. Yamamoto Ryuichi deliberately avoided Kogura. Meanwhile, those who had been investigating Yan Wushuang in Las Vegas uncovered some compelling information.
After a phone call in the study, Yamamoto Ryuichi left his subordinate to pack up. He planned to secretly infiltrate Las Vegas and have a serious discussion with the old man. Perhaps the fate of both him and Wushuang depended on this old man.
To avoid drawing attention, Yamamoto Ryuichi had been appearing less frequently in public over the past few days. He instructed his subordinates in Japan to impersonate him, aiming to make Rafas believe he was still in Japan and let his guard down, thus giving him a better chance to approach Wushuang.
Misa was unaware of what was happening but actively cooperated with his act. A few months ago, he often suffered from severe chest pains. Using this excuse, he falsely claimed to have fallen ill and had his double push him to the hospital, pretending to undergo examinations, convincing everyone that he was genuinely unwell.
The real Yamamoto Ryuichi had secretly arrived in Las Vegas. Under cover, he made his way to the old man's house in the cemetery, eager to learn the secret of the jade pendant.
The old man had turned gray with age. Looking at the man before him and the jade pendant in his hand, he seemed to know something. He smiled lightly and said, "Finally reunited!"
"Old man, I know you understand the significance of this. Can you tell me how we can return to our world?" He appeared anxious; after all, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
The old man continued to smile faintly as he observed Yamamoto's urgency and gently patted his head. "Young man, do not rush; now is not the time!"
Yamamoto Ryuichi did not understand what he meant. The people he sent to investigate Shuang'er finally discovered that when Shuang'er first escaped, she had met this old man before running up a mountain and taking out the jade pendant, preparing to return to their Great Yan Kingdom. However, Rafas suddenly appeared and shattered the pendant with a gunshot; they had spent considerable effort uncovering this information.
"Old man, I can't wait any longer! Shuang'er doesn't have time to wait either; we must leave here quickly! This place does not belong to us, and we do not belong in this world!" The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. Just thinking about Wushuang's current situation made him want nothing more than to kill Rafas right away and take Wushuang back to Great Yan.
Even though Great Yan no longer existed and had been replaced by the territory of the Celestial Empire, it would always be their homeland where they were born and raised. They had to return!
The old man led him outside and looked up at the flowing white clouds in the sky. His weary voice echoed in Yamamoto's ears: "Child, some things are destined by Heaven; you cannot force them. If you wish to return, you must wait until the night of the full moon when you can go back!"
"Old man, can this jade pendant really take us back?" He asked again with skepticism.
"Whether you can go back or not depends on fate! Think about how you got here; it's also fate. Remember what the old man said: one should not force anything. Whether you can go back or not, it doesn't matter. If it's yours, it will be yours; if not, don't force it too much. Everything has already been arranged by Heaven, and no one can easily change that!" The old man smiled at him, as if trying to convey something important.
Yamamoto Ryuichi was consumed with thoughts of taking Wushuang away and killing Rafas. His heart was already blinded by hatred, and he was sinking deeper and deeper...
At night, he stared at the high mountain and climbed to the highest peak. He took out the jade pendant, intricately carved to depict a dragon in vivid detail. Raising the pendant high, he wanted to test the old man's words, but after waiting for a long time, no miracle occurred. Did he really have to wait until the night of the full moon?
Waiting was all he could do now! Besides waiting for the right moment, there was nothing else he could do...
Yan Wushuang had become a nationally protected animal, with servants accompanying her every day. Whenever she walked or went upstairs, a maid had to support her; this was the rule set by Rafas.
Meanwhile, outside the realm, Rafas publicly announced to the media that he would hold a grand wedding next month. The media flocked to interview him, and he openly accepted questions from reporters, generously admitting that his bride was none other than the Fairy Sister... Yan Wushuang!
In England, Smith Annie saw this news and angrily smashed her remote control against the screen. How could it be? Just a few months had passed since he said he would marry someone, and now it turned out to be that damned vixen, that despicable woman.
She was unwilling to accept it; she absolutely refused to accept it!
The news of their upcoming wedding spread like wildfire throughout their circle. Charlie looked at the magazine in his hand with envy as he gazed at the woman in the photo. She was truly beautiful; he would willingly give up ten years of his life just to marry such a woman.
Hiding in Las Vegas, Yamamoto Ryuichi was stunned when he saw this news. They were getting married? How could this be possible? It was a huge joke; Shuang'er would never marry someone like him! Absolutely impossible.
His self-deception could only fool himself. The television, magazines, and all media outlets were clamoring to report their happy news. It seemed he needed to speed up his plans; if he waited any longer, he would have to watch his princess marry that devil with a human face and a beast's heart!
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