The air was filled with the sound of splashing water that made one blush and their heart race.

"Hmm..."

Ruan Tang, still asleep, felt a little breathless from the familiar yet domineering aura.

She frowned subconsciously, but did not struggle.

Her body's instincts allowed her to recognize the man in front of her in her sleep.

She dazedly raised her hand, her soft, boneless little hand resting on the man's neck, awkwardly responding to his passion.

This unconscious action instantly snapped the string of "reason" in Yan Yu's mind.

The darkness in his eyes surged even more fiercely, almost devouring the person in his arms, and the force between his lips and teeth became even more domineering and powerful.

"Yan Yu..."

"Mmm." The man responded softly with an even more passionate kiss.

Ruan Tang slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred. Through the fog, she could see Yan Yu's handsome face so close to hers, and the lingering, intense passion in his eyes.

Yan Yu finally let go of her. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Ruan Tang's, his heavy breathing spraying onto her sensitive skin, his chest heaving violently.

It took quite a while for the scorching heat in the room to subside slightly.

Ruan Tang nestled lazily in his arms, her little hands drawing circles on his firm chest, her voice still hoarse and nasal from just waking up.

"Why are you back so soon? Are you all done with your work?"

Yan Yu shook his head.

He caught her mischievous little hand, kissed it, and his hoarse voice still held a trace of lingering desire.

"The rest of the finishing touches are left to Zhao Weiguo."

"Um?"

Ruan Tang looked up, puzzled, and met his deep, captivating eyes. "Why did you hand it over to him?"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes darted around, and a suspicious blush spread across his ears.

"I miss you."

He kept his voice very low, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

"We've been apart for too long."

"I'm not used to it."

Ruan Tang's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, a feeling that was both soft and sweet.

I haven't seen this man for an afternoon, and he seems like a completely different person, becoming so straightforward.

She bit her lip lightly, her face flushed, and quickly buried herself in the man's chest, her voice muffled, carrying a soft murmur.

"...I...I'm not quite used to it either."

The two lingered for a while longer until their stomachs protested, at which point they reluctantly got up to make dinner.

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After dinner, the last rays of sunset faded away, and the night sky resembled a giant blue velvet carpet studded with glittering diamonds.

Ruan Tang lay comfortably on the recliner that had appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan and enjoying the evening breeze.