Chapter 65 He doesn't want to take responsibility?

Ruan Yao's mind had turned into a complete mess.

The drugs robbed her of her ability to think, but amplified her senses countless times.

She couldn't hear what Huo Yanzhi was saying.

I also couldn't understand the unease and fear in his words.

All she knew was that he had stopped.

The overwhelming heat that had overwhelmed her swept over her body once again.

She grumbled in dissatisfaction and rubbed against him impatiently, like a cat seeking affection.

She couldn't think of anything, she just followed her primal instincts, hugged him tighter, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and called his name again and again in a tearful voice.

"Huo Yanzhi... I beg you..."

Her dependence, her longing, and her unreserved surrender at this moment—that is her answer.

Huo Yanzhi suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter echoed in the empty bathroom, carrying a hint of self-mockery, a sense of relief, and a touch of madness.

"good."

He sighed resignedly, brushed aside the girl's sweaty bangs, and placed a burning kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Yaoyao, this is your choice."

Water splashed everywhere as Huo Yanzhi suddenly lifted her out of the bathtub.

A huge bath towel completely wrapped her small body, revealing only her flushed, hazy, and alluring little face.

He carried her step by step out of the bathroom and towards the excessively large, dark-colored bed.

The soft mattress sank deeply under their weight.

Ruan Yao was placed in the center of the bed, like a most precious gift about to be unwrapped.

She opened her blurry eyes, not yet having a chance to see his expression clearly.

With a "thud".

Huo Yanzhi reached out and turned off the only wall lamp on the bedside table that was still dimly lit.

The neon lights of the city outside the window cast a faint ray of light through the gap in the curtains that weren't fully drawn.

Moonlight streamed through the huge French windows, casting a holy yet alluring silver glow on her undulating curves.

Huo Yanzhi leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

The light outlined his tall, imposing figure and those eyes that shone terrifyingly bright in the darkness.

Those morbid, damp, and shameful possessive desires that can only fester in the dark are all revived at this moment.

He looked at the face beneath him that had captivated him for two lifetimes, his eyes surging with a thick, overwhelming desire.

Ruan Yao instinctively flinched, but the next second she instinctively hooked her arms around his neck and surrendered herself to him.

A champagne-colored slip dress and shirt rolled off the edge of the bed.

In the darkness, he broke through the last barrier.

He kissed her lips precisely in the darkness, swallowing all her gasps and sobs.

She was like a small boat adrift in a storm, passively enduring wave after wave of torrents, being carried by him into one strange, familiar, and dizzying tide after another.

My whole body was burning hot, and I couldn't tell if it was from the medicine or from shame. In the end, my consciousness was completely drowned in the waves of heat.

The neon lights outside the window had gone out sometime ago.

Ruan Yao fell into a deep sleep.

Huo Yanzhi lowered his head, his burning lips pressed against her earlobe, and he gave her a kiss filled with possessive intent.

"Ruan Yao".

"You will always be mine, for all eternity."

*

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Huo Yanzhi opened his eyes, not sleepy at all.

He turned to his side and quietly looked at Ruan Yao, who was fast asleep beside him.

A gap was left in the curtains, and the soft morning light streamed in, falling on Ruan Yao's face and giving her delicate skin a hazy glow.

She was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes like two small fans casting faint shadows under her eyes.

Everything last night was crazy and out of control.

Since I can't push it away, I'll just lock it next to me.

Rather than letting her fall into danger like Shen Yu time and time again, it's better to keep her firmly by my side.

Huo Yanzhi slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips stopping just before touching her cheek, and finally gently brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

If she loves his mask, then he will wear it for a lifetime.

As for those who dared to covet her and harm her.

Huo Yanzhi lowered his eyes.

He will show them what it means to be unable to live or die.

He threw back the covers, quietly got out of bed, picked up his clothes scattered on the floor, put them on, and left the bedroom.

Stepping onto the terrace, the cool morning breeze cleared his muddled mind somewhat.

He took out his phone and dialed his home number.

The person on the other end of the phone was Ye Mei.

"Yanzhi? So early, what happened?"

Huo Yanzhi gazed at the distant horizon, which was gradually turning golden, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"Mom, I agree."

"Agree to what?" Ye Mei was still a little confused.

"To bring good luck in marriage."

There was a long, dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Mei's voice, which rose eight octaves and was a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief, almost pierced Huo Yanzhi's eardrums.

"What did you say?! Say it again! You agreed?!"

"You really agreed to marry Yaoyao?!"

Ye Mei's voice was so loud that Huo Wenbo and Huo Jing's voices could also be heard nearby, clearly alerting the whole family.

Immediately afterwards, a chaotic commotion came through the phone. Ye Mei ran off excitedly to report the good news, while Huo Wenbo calmly followed up with questions. One could also vaguely hear Old Master Huo's loud and proud "humph."

It was as bustling as a vegetable market.

"Really, Yanzhi? You've really come to your senses?" Ye Mei's voice was trembling with tears of joy.

"Um."

"That's wonderful! That's wonderful!" Ye Mei exclaimed incoherently. "I'll... I'll go prepare the betrothal gifts right away! No, I need to call my future mother-in-law first! No, I need to invite a fortune teller to pick an auspicious day! Oh dear, what should I do..."

“Mom,” Huo Yanzhi rubbed his temples, “you and Dad can handle the rest.”

"Okay, okay!"

After hanging up the phone, Huo Yanzhi turned and went back to his room.

The person in the bed has already woken up.

Ruan Yao was sitting there, hugging the quilt, lost in thought, her cheeks flushed.

Seeing him come in, she quickly buried her face in the blanket, leaving only her eyes showing, visibly embarrassed.

Memories of last night flooded back in fragments, a mixture of shame and a touch of sweetness that made her too ashamed to even lift her head.

She had intended to pretend to be asleep, but she was too slow to react and was caught red-handed by Huo Yanzhi.

Ruan Yao tightened her grip on the blanket.

Should she say something?

What if... what if Huo Yanzhi, having tasted the forbidden fruit, becomes unsatisfied and tries to do something else to her? Should she play hard to get or take the initiative?

Ruan Yao felt both shy and sweet.

Huo Yanzhi paused for a moment, then walked over, poured her a glass of warm water, and handed it to her.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you?"

His voice returned to its usual calm, without any extra emotion.

Ruan Yao raised her head blankly and met his unfathomable black eyes.

The joy she felt from the breakthrough in their relationship was instantly extinguished by his overly calm attitude.

She thought that after they had sex, everything would go back to normal, back to the way he had been in her past life, with him possessing her to the extreme.

No, there isn't.

Did he... regret it?

As for everything that happened last night, to him it was just to counteract the effects of her medication, it was just to help her, there was no other meaning at all?