Ning Lang has practiced martial arts since childhood and has very sensitive hearing.

The old house is located in the old town, covering a huge area. It is surrounded by the family's own land, and at night it is completely quiet with very few disturbing noises.

So when that slight sound reached his ears, Ning Lang became alert and alert.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she turned her pretty face to the side.

A dim, yellowish light was left on in the room, positioned directly above the window, so the view over there was completely unobstructed and crystal clear.

The old-fashioned window moved slightly and was pushed open from the outside.

The next moment, a tall figure leaped in!

Ning Lang was slightly taken aback, then closed his eyes, resumed his deep breathing, and pretended to still be asleep.

The sound of a window slowly closing could be heard, very softly.

Then, a faint, subtle aroma of wine filled the room.

Every New Year's Eve, Grandpa would only bring out his treasured wine, which he had kept for many years, to drink. The old wine was so fragrant and mellow that Ning Rui and the other guys would get their eyes on it after they finished staying up all night, and they would ask Grandpa for some wine to drink. He obviously drank quite a bit with them.

However, he wasn't drunk, because his footsteps weren't disordered; they were steady and rhythmic, one after another.

The footsteps were extremely soft, and the person had already arrived at her bedside.

He was very quiet and concealed his presence very well.

Ning Lang waited patiently, her breathing steady and even, no different from that of someone fast asleep.

She knew she had spoken somewhat harshly earlier, but she wouldn't regret it once she'd said it, and she felt it was time to say it.

Someone with such a blockhead like him wouldn't even feel bad about chopping him up for firewood; a little provocation wouldn't hurt.

She didn't have much time left, yet he still refused to face their relationship. It wasn't Ning Lang's style to teach him a lesson he shouldn't.

Suddenly, she realized that his gaze was fixed on her face and lingered for a long time.

The night was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two of them.

Suddenly, his slightly hoarse voice rang out: "Langlang..."

He called out very softly, like the buzzing of a mosquito in the quiet night.

Ning Lang's heart skipped a beat!

After a moment of blankness, the scene of him mocking me and calling me "Langlang" flashed through my mind.

Everyone called her "A-Lang," even A-Lu. Only the arrogant and spoiled eldest son of the Sheng family gave her the name "Lang Lang," because she had confused "Lang Lang Shang Kou" with "Lang Lang Shang Kou."

That year in the back garden, she kicked him into the pond.

That year on the mountaintop, she beat him black and blue. He shouted that he would immediately learn martial arts and vowed to beat her to a pulp.

That year on campus, he carried her on his back and ran wildly, frantically shouting for her to hold on.

In the hospital, she was in pain and scared. Lying on the hospital bed, tears streamed down her face, and she bit her lower lip, afraid to cry out loud.

He was just as terrified, his hands trembling as he grasped hers, whispering repeatedly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... You won't die... You won't! Langlang won't die! You won't! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

The most helpless and frightened moment of my life was when he saved me and stayed by my side.

A soft gasp brought back many memories for her, and she was so disturbed that she didn't notice the person beside her had already sat down.

It wasn't until she felt a soft breath approaching her face that she calmed herself down a little.

Why is he standing so close?

After a while, a very light and shallow warm touch landed on her forehead.

That gentle touch was like a thunderbolt striking her heart, instantly causing a burst of flames that burned everything to ashes.

It's more like a giant rock crashing into a calm lake, instantly creating wave after wave of waves, countless ripples, one after another.

He kissed her.

What...what does he mean by that?!