Chapter 34 Spend Time Together

The car sped all the way back home. Tang Li got out first. As soon as he entered the house, he said to Si Yankai and Tang Ximian who followed him in, "You two, pack your bags early."

Tang Ximian was like a frost-bitten eggplant. He responded listlessly and went upstairs with heavy steps.

Si Yankai frowned slightly and looked at Tang Li deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak and turned around to follow him.

The night falls quietly, everything is silent, only the occasional whistling of the wind outside the window.

Tang Ximian lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes. Many things flashed through his mind, but left no trace, as if he was just passing through it.

I don’t know how many times I turned over and changed my posture, but I just couldn’t feel sleepy at all. I simply sat up, turned on the light, and stared blankly at a certain place, as if I was thinking, or as if I was in a daze.

At this moment, Si Yankai pushed the door open and saw Tang Ximian sitting there expressionlessly, like a wooden sculpture, motionless.

Si Yankai deliberately rubbed the ground with his feet, making some noise, and said softly, "I'm coming."

Then, he tiptoed to the bed and sat down, gently hugging Tang Ximian, resting his chin on the top of his head, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Tang Ximian seemed to have heard it, turned around to look at Si Yankai's face, but did not respond.

Si Yankai was not annoyed. With a faint smile on his face, he continued to coax her, "Let me tell you a bedtime story, okay? Lie down first."

This time, although Tang Ximian remained silent, he slowly lay down under Si Yankai's force.

Si Yankai leaned over and turned on the soft lamp on the bedside, turned off the glaring headlight above his head, and touched Tang Ximian's soft hair.

Then he cleared his throat and began to recite "The Little Prince" in a low voice.

His voice is low and magnetic, like a spring breeze, gently blowing through the heart.

As the little prince's wonderful adventures unfolded in the story and Si Yankai's rhythmic patting on her back, Tang Ximian's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

The hand that was tightly holding the corner of Si Yankai's clothes gradually relaxed, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Finally, Tang Ximian fell into a deep sleep in this gentle atmosphere, breathing evenly and slowly, as if all the haze had never come.

Si Yankai looked at his lover sleeping in his arms, the smile on his lips deepened, he gently kissed him on the forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the study downstairs, the light was dim and cold, and Derich's tall figure walked in with a chill all over his body.

The moment he saw Tang Li, he paused - President Tang, who had always been high-spirited and in control of the overall situation, was now sitting dejectedly on the sofa, his back slightly bent, the cigarette between his fingertips flickering, and in the smoke, it was impossible to see the emotion in his eyes.

"What did you find out during the interrogation?" Tang Li was the first to break the silence, his voice hoarse.

Delish frowned, his tone firm: “No, I’m still pretty stubborn at the moment.

But you know they’ll soon be begging me to let them talk.”

Tang Li nodded slightly and took a deep puff of cigarette. The spicy taste of nicotine spread in his lungs, seeming to dispel some of the sadness.

He looked up at Derich, his eyes filled with expectation and ruthlessness: "Looking forward to your good news."

The rising smoke blurred the faces of the two people, but it could not hide the tension and determination that filled the air.

Perhaps, some things should come to an end.