After finishing his meal, long past Xu Shinong's rest time, he left immediately.

Cheng Muyun took Xu Zhuohua's hand and asked, "Are we going home?"

Xu Jixin took a sip of soup, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's so late, where are we going? Stay at the Xu residence tonight. According to the customs of Dongzhou, you have to go home to visit your family tomorrow."

Xu Zhuohua also felt tired and didn't want to rush to Cheng's mansion anymore. "Let's stay here for the night."

Cheng Muyun naturally agreed and made a phone call to the Cheng Mansion.

Cheng Muyun gently pushed open the door. The heavy cotton curtain blocked out the last ray of light, and the thick darkness inside the room swallowed him up like ink.

"Zhuohua?" he asked tentatively, his voice echoing faintly in the empty room.

Before the words were finished, a figure carrying a familiar fragrance suddenly rushed over.

Cheng Muyun instinctively reached out to catch her, and Xu Zhuohua bumped into his arms, her silk pajamas slightly cool and her hair faintly fragrant.

Xu Zhuohua wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and her rapid breathing, seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, made his heart tremble.

"What's wrong? I was only gone for a short while." Cheng Muyun's hand stroked her slender back, his fingertips touching her slightly trembling spine.

The person in his arms did not answer, but his gaze was filled with an irresistible intensity.

The sudden kiss was like a spark, instantly igniting the stagnant air in the room.

Cheng Muyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he kicked the door shut with his back foot.

With a click as the brass lock snapped shut, he gripped the back of Xu Zhuohua's neck with his palm, pulling her closer to him.

The two figures, their shadows intertwined, cast blurry outlines in the moonlight. Outside the window, the wind and snow howled, while inside, a scorching temperature rose.

By the moonlight, the man carried Xu Zhuohua slowly to the bedside.

Like two butterflies colliding in mid-air, their pollen scattering everywhere.

Lying on the soft mattress, Cheng Muyun haphazardly took off his coat and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

The two hugged each other tightly.

The fireplace inside was burning brightly, and both of them were slightly sweating; the humidity inside the room was visibly changing.

Xu Zhuohua wrapped her arms around Cheng Muyun's neck and hugged him tightly.

When someone who rarely takes the initiative does so, it's like a rope that snatches away their soul.

Cheng Muyun's breathing quickened as he was teased, and he became increasingly engrossed in the encounter.

He asked, panting, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Xu Zhuohua bit his lower lip with her canines, pulling it out slightly, "I missed you so much."

Suddenly, Cheng Muyun felt something wrap around his lower back. The sensation of skin touching sent his blood rushing back and his reason vanished in an instant.

Regardless of whether they were at the Xu residence or not, the damp heat moved from the corners of their mouths to their temples, leaving behind a scarlet mark.

Xu Zhuohua impatiently twisted her body, pressing close to Cheng Muyun's body, as if she were a swallow returning to its nest, joyfully rushing towards death, seeing this as her last resolute act.

The crackling of the firewood in the fireplace sounded like two armies clashing, one wave stronger than the other, the two sounds intertwined and inseparable.

Xu Zhuohua slid off the pillow time and time again, only to be pulled into Cheng Muyun's arms each time. She clung tightly to Cheng Muyun's arm, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

Cheng Muyun lay in Xu Zhuohua's arms. Xu Zhuohua was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, but her hands were still restless.

Cheng Muyun grabbed her hand and said helplessly, "No more, Zhuohua, it's been five times already, you're tired."

Xu Zhuohua grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand, and with the index finger of her other hand, she slid it from Cheng Muyun's forehead down to his high nose bridge, her eyes fixed on Cheng Muyun's eyes.

"Cheng Muyun, I love you so much."

Cheng Muyun hugged Xu Zhuohua's shoulders and said, "I love you too."

"Cheng Muyun, even if I faint, you can't stop. I want you to love me forever, okay?"

Suddenly, a piece of charcoal exploded in the fireplace with a loud crack, startling Cheng Muyun so much that his heart skipped a beat.

Xu Zhuohua's finger stopped on Cheng Muyun's nose, her eyes misting over. "Your nose is so beautiful, your mouth is beautiful too, your eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, I like you so much."

Xu Zhuohua moved closer to Cheng Muyun's face, pouting her lips as she tried to kiss him, but Cheng Muyun blocked her with his hand.

"Zhuohua, you're acting very strange today."

Crystalline tears slid down her pale cheeks, leaving faint watermarks.

A thin layer of mist clouded her beautiful eyes, making her once bright gaze hazy and dreamy, like a lake in Jiangnan shrouded in mist and rain, exuding an indescribable grievance and a vulnerable vulnerability that evoked pity.

Cheng Muyun's heart tightened, and he loosened his grip. "What's wrong?"

Xu Zhuohua's obsessive pursuit tonight resembled that of a prisoner facing his last supper, filled with a death-defying resolve and a touch of reckless madness.

"Cheng Muyun, please, hold me, and don't stop loving me."

Her voice was tinged with sobs.