Chapter 50 "Take Me Home."

The moment the alveoli come into contact with oxygen, they regain the ability to breathe independently.

But it was not until Jiang Yao's chest began to rise and fall noticeably that Duan Zhuxian pressed his forehead against his and slightly moved his lips away as if he was restraining something.

The cold sounds of wind and dripping water around were muted at some point, and were replaced by Duan Zhuxian's slightly panting breath and palpable heartbeat, which completely dispelled all the dangers brought by the night.

After calming down for a while, Jiang Yao finally found his voice: "Duan Zhuxian, why are you here?"

He tried his best to maintain a normal tone, but his breathing was still a little unstable.

Duan Zhuxian said: "You sent me a message."

“But I only sent a location.”

Duan Zhuxian smiled and said, "It's enough to have a location."

He was in his study at the time dealing with a backlog of work. After receiving Jiang Yao's message, he immediately called her, but all he heard was a reminder that his phone was turned off. Without a second thought, he took his car keys and went out, without even having time to take off the goggles he wore for work.

Jiang Yao also noticed that Duan Zhuxian came in a hurry and must be in a hurry, otherwise he would not have put on a coat over his pajamas.

His throat moved slightly: "What if it's a prank or a scam, wouldn't you be fooled?"

Duan Zhuxian said, "Do you remember what I said on New Year's Eve? From now on, I will be there whenever you need me."

I will be there.

These four low and gentle words contain all the beautiful sounds in the universe.

Of course Jiang Yao remembered.

He remembered every word Duan Zhuxian said in the snow that night clearly, and it was hard for him to forget it.

But he thought that they were just nice words said casually by Duan Zhuxian. After all, if you want to coax someone, you have to say something nice. He did not regard them as promises.

He would not put his trust in anyone, because after all, the only one who could catch himself when he fell was himself.

But there really is such a person, even though he is still sick, he is willing to rush nearly a hundred kilometers through the winter night to this remote suburb, just to fulfill a sentence that was once said to him.

Jiang Yao suddenly took a step back. The moment he turned his back to Duan Zhuxian, something that he had suppressed for twenty years burst out of his eyes.

The feeling of having the wet heat constantly wash over my cheeks was extremely unfamiliar, yet extremely pleasant.

When he was in the factory, he didn't dare to cry for fear of angering the kidnappers. After returning home, he still didn't dare to cry for fear of worrying his parents.

After the accident, he learned to hide all negative emotions, always appearing fearless so that no one could see any weakness.

However, at this moment, in the dark night in the wilderness, he seemed to have reconciled with an idea that he had been holding on to for many years.

Duan Zhuxian stood behind Jiang Yao without saying a word. No matter how sour and painful his heart was, he did not make a sound to disturb her. He patiently watched the red highlighted hair shaking with her sobs. Five minutes later, Jiang Yao turned around again, and only a thin gleam of water remained in her slightly red eyes.

Meeting Duan Zhuxian's deep gaze, Jiang Yao's expression was a little awkward. When he blinked, the watery light in his eyes was not retained and turned into tears that rolled down and were wiped away by Duan Zhuxian.

Jiang Yao turned his face away and said fiercely, "I really can't hold it back. Don't laugh at me."

Duan Zhuxian smoothed his lips: "I'm not laughing at you, but it's not like I haven't seen you cry before."

Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize what Duan Zhuxian was talking about. Because that person was always so unreasonable in that matter, and every time he called for a stop, it was useless, he had been brought to tears many times...

Jiang Yao felt less embarrassed after being shamelessly interrupted by Duan Zhuxian, but he couldn't stop the slight physiological sobbing and had to take deep breaths repeatedly.

"Out of breath again?"

Duan Zhuxian asked, without waiting for an answer, he pressed the back of his neck and covered his lips with his again.

No way!

No artificial respiration required!

Jiang Yao widened his eyes and made a whining sound in his throat.

A few seconds later, he realized that Duan Zhuxian was not trying to give him air this time, but to take his breath away.

After just a few gentle rubbings, the two pairs of lips became entangled together as if they could never be separated.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhuxian's tongue pried open his lips and teeth, hooked his tongue without saying a word, and swept every inch of his mouth gently yet forcefully.

Jiang Yao felt a tingling sensation all over his body. In the midst of his trance, a butterfly suddenly appeared in his chest. In this endless night, it was like a burning and bright jumping flame, leaping from inside to outside, increasing the risk of exposing his abnormal heartbeat.

He didn't want to be so passive and tried to do something, but his hands were already a little weak, and Duan Zhuxian pinched the back of his neck. There was no part of his body that he could move with much strength, so he could only use all his strength on his lips and tongue that were rubbing together.

Just like that, it felt like they had been kissing for ten thousand years.

When Duan Zhuxian let go of Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao's lips were still slightly open, revealing a rare look of ignorance.

His eyes darkened, and he stopped some of his overly animalistic thoughts. He asked, "Have you managed to catch your breath this time?"

Jiang Yao's face flushed red as he glared at Duan Zhuxian in frustration.

How could this person have the nerve to ask such a question?

After a long kiss, Jiang Yao's eyes welled up with tears. He looked both pitiful and adorable. Duan Zhuxian decided not to tease him anymore and pointed at the red car and asked, "Is it broken?"

Jiang Yao hummed, "I borrowed the car and have to return it tomorrow."

He briefly talked about sending the little girl home, and the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he felt.

This is not a critical moment at all.

Duan Zhuxian must have thought that he was making a big deal out of nothing, saying that he was an adult but still afraid of the dark.

However, Duan Zhuxian just ruffled his hair and nodded, saying, "If you encounter an emergency like this where you can only contact one person, come to me."

After a while, Duan Zhuxian called someone to tow away the dying car and send it back to the village directly tomorrow after it was repaired.

During the negotiation, Jiang Yao kept touching his lips unconsciously.

After the maintenance personnel left, the two walked towards the black SUV, one in front and one behind. Duan Zhuxian, who was walking in front, asked as if he had eyes in the back of his head, "What's wrong with your lips?"

Jiang Yao immediately retracted his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just a little numb and feverish. I think I'm allergic to artificial respiration..."

"Artificial respiration?"

Duan Zhuxian took a step back and repeated it slowly, with a half-smile in his tone, as if he was playing with these four words.

The next second he suddenly turned around, pressed the defenseless Jiang Yao against the back door, and kissed her again.

This time was far less gentle than the previous two times, as if it was specifically intended to remind the other person what such a kiss really meant.

Jiang Yao had to hold Duan Zhuxian's neck tightly to prevent his body from sliding down the car door.

Every time they were taken advantage of, they were successfully ambushed. Jiang Yao panted and warned, "Duan Zhuxian, there will be no more than three times!"

“Just consider it a desensitization treatment.”

Duan Zhuxian pinched Jiang Yao's hot earlobe, took half a step back, distanced their entangled breaths, and his tone suddenly became a little serious.

"Sorry for taking your first kiss."

Jiang Yao: "..."

He will apologize and is quite polite.

I have never seen a beast in human clothing who is more pretentious than Duan Zhuxian!

"We lost our first kiss a long time ago. Isn't it a little late to say this now?" Jiang Yao said in a cold voice.

"Hmm?" Duan Zhuxian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"At the wedding, you said it wasn't a first kiss if you didn't stick out your tongue. Did you really think I was a three-year-old kid who would be fooled by you?"

This time it was Duan Zhuxian who was stunned. Then he burst out laughing: "You never came to settle the score with me. I thought you were so innocent."

Jiang Yao snorted coldly: "If I were to care about everything, you would have died eight hundred times already, but I have recorded every one of the things you have done to me, and you will never be able to deny it in your lifetime."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhuxian's originally calm and composed eyes suddenly flickered a few times. After a long while, he nodded, a smile forming at the corners of his lips: "Well, for the rest of my life, I will never deny it."

After getting in the car and charging his phone, Jiang Yao realized that it was just past ten o'clock. He had been in the darkness for less than two hours before being rescued by Duan Zhuxian.

As soon as I turned on the phone, all kinds of missed calls and messages came out like a tide, the most common of which were the three words "Duan Moumou".

Jiang Yao didn't dare to see how many calls Duan Zhuxian had made to him, and simply cleared them with one click.

The team members who were participating in the team building also called and sent him messages, asking him why he had been gone for so long and whether he had stayed at the little girl's house for dinner.

He directly replied to all members in the team-building group, briefly mentioning that his phone was out of battery and he was lost, and asked everyone not to worry about him.

Seeing that he finally responded, everyone felt relieved and did not ask what happened specifically. After all, Jiang Yao was a young man of about 1.8 meters tall, strong and muscular, and also practiced Sanda. The probability of him encountering danger was too low.

Duan Zhuxian drove Jiang Yao back to the resort.

A few minutes later, the car drove out of the field and onto the highway. There were more street lights ahead, and soft light came towards them, sweeping across Duan Zhuxian's face one by one.

Those nearly perfect facial features were illuminated again and again. Although they were stained with a little sickness, they looked particularly beautiful tonight.

The newly born butterfly in his chest fluttered up again, and Jiang Yao raised his hand to press it.

Before I could see enough, the car slowly stopped, and the pale lips at the end of my sight moved: "We're here."

Jiang Yao said "hmm" but didn't move.

Duan Zhuxian turned his head to meet his gaze and asked, "Don't you want to get off the car?"

Jiang Yao: "What are you getting off the car for?"

Duan Zhuxian: "Team building."

Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow: "How can we have team building when our mouth is swollen?"

Duan Zhuxian paused slightly.

The man who was overwhelmed by fear a few minutes ago was now slightly raising his chin, his eyes fixed on him like stars, and he had regained his proud look.

But the bloodshot lips and slightly red eye circles are still eye-catching, making people want to protect them with all their strength.

Duan Zhuxian raised his hand and gently stroked the pair of plump lips with his thumb: "Next time we kiss, I'll be gentler."

Jiang Yao grabbed Duan Zhuxian's caressing hand and shook it gently: "I want to go home, Duan Zhuxian, take me home quickly."