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He was not good at expressing his feelings. When he was with Qinglan, he rarely treated her with delicate emotions. Even when he felt soft inside and wanted to express his feelings gently, the words that came out and the actions he took were always stiff, sometimes even rough and dominating. His attitude made Qinglan numb as well; she seldom expressed her feelings for him in a tender and delicate way, merely passively accommodating his needs.
So, when she suddenly gazed at him with a drunken, hazy look in her eyes, her fingers gently caressing his face, it was extremely tender. It felt like a light silk thread, one end hooked on his heart and the other wrapped around her fingertips. As her fingertips glided lightly over him, the thread tugged at his heart, causing a pain that softened little by little.
Her hand continued to stroke and rub against his face, gliding over his cheek, chin, and lips.
Finally, her nails rested on his tightly closed, cold lips as their eyes locked in a gaze.
His entire body trembled with a tingling softness.
Suddenly, he reached out and grasped her moving hand, staring deeply into her intoxicated face and eyes.
He could no longer control the gentlest part of his heart.
She looked back at him, her eyes sparkling with a soft light in the dimness.
An Shaojie's heart trembled again as the deepest part of him was gently stirred and softened.
His throat suddenly moved as he instinctively leaned closer to her, drawn in by the scent of alcohol mixed with the unique fragrance of a girl that stimulated his sensitive sense of smell.
The night was not only deep but also very quiet—so quiet that he could hear the sound of his own heartbeat, thumping faster than ever. As he heard his uncontrollable heartbeat, a wave of heat surged from his neck to his face, making him flush.
In contrast, her heartbeat was steady and calm, like a clock ticking in the still night—so serene that it felt as if time had stopped. The surrounding space seemed to expand into an empty yet distant void.
Her tranquil face matched her steady heartbeat, appearing as pure as a distant saint in the interplay of light and shadow.
An Shaojie, rarely so calm and tranquil, felt for the first time that a peaceful state of mind could be such a beautiful realm. Waves of tenderness surged within him like tumultuous tides, ebbing and flowing, expanding and spreading throughout his body.
Unconsciously, he leaned forward slowly, inching closer to her with a gentleness he had never experienced in his life. One hand rested on her face, almost cradling it, while the other gently settled on her waist, applying pressure little by little as he drew nearer.
His body continued to lean in, the tip of his nose brushing against her face—her eyes, her lips, her nose—coming closer, becoming clearer yet more blurred. Finally, overwhelmed by his emotions, their lips met softly. His vision blurred and faded away, leaving only the gentle, warm, moist sensation of their touch and the sound of their racing hearts.
He lightly pressed against her lips; she seemed to respond instinctively, her hand releasing the cup completely. Her eyes remained fixed on him, as if she didn’t recognize him or was confirming his presence.
His heart was tugged once more.
Unable to control himself any longer, kisses began to fall upon her lips like raindrops—on her chin, her eyes, her cheeks. He shifted forward slightly, applying more pressure with the hand on her waist as he embraced her fully. Her body was entirely pressed against his; one hand still rested on his face while the other had moved away from the cup, forming a small fist raised in mid-air.
He gently kissed her soft yet slightly dry lips with an unprecedented tenderness. He had never known such emotion could exist within his hardened body that could bring tears to his eyes.
Cradling her face as if holding a precious treasure, he invaded her space bit by bit, afraid to apply too much force lest she shatter at his touch.
Like the moonlight outside casting a serene glow on the ground without causing a ripple, he immersed himself in tenderness with her during this quiet and peaceful night.
She breathed softly in his embrace, caressing his slender and austere face and hair.
His heart gradually melted and relaxed. He thought this was the most beautiful night.
Beneath him, she entwined with him blissfully. He almost whispered the softest words into her ear, “Lanlan.”
“Hmm,” she responded to him.
He was feeling exhilarated.
But just as he was at his most euphoric, his body suddenly froze.
In the stillness of the night, he heard her softly murmur, “Xu Wen.”
Though it was as vague as a whisper, An Shaojie heard it clearly, distinctly. Those were the two words he was most sensitive to.
She continued to murmur something indistinctly, but at that moment, An Shaojie felt as if he had been struck unconscious by a heavy blow; his consciousness was pulled away, leaving him blank. He remained motionless in the darkness, like someone who had been deceived and humiliated, holding onto his last posture.
The person beneath him seemed to have exhausted all her energy and passion; one of her hands had drooped from his face, and the other hand that had tightly embraced his waist loosened its grip and slowly fell away, while she continued to murmur something incomprehensible.
After their passion, she surprisingly fell asleep peacefully.
After delivering him such a heavy humiliation, she could actually fall asleep quietly.
Meanwhile, anger burned in his eyes as if they would burst into flames. He nearly slapped her awake in fury. His face twisted with anger, humiliation, and the complex feelings of discomfort turned pale, then flushed red and darkened.
At that moment, he heard a series of knocking sounds from outside the door, accompanied by a voice that filled him with extreme jealousy and hatred—sensitive to the core—“Qinglan, Qinglan, open the door! It’s Xu Wen.”
He was completely driven to the brink of collapse. But as he looked at Xu Wen standing outside the door with anger and shame, he felt not only the humiliation from hearing his name from Qinglan's lips but also the disdainful words and actions from Wang Wei towards her flooding into his mind. All because of him! All because of him! After both he and she had been humiliated, he stood there unscathed, wearing an expression of a noble savior, an air of superiority, a demeanor of aloofness and innocence.
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