Chapter 114 Be with me again
Lu Xiyan's breath was caught, and the coldness in his eyes turned into disbelief.
Her eyes were sad and pitiful, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Lu Xiyan's eyes flushed as he looked at her deeply.
After a moment, his clenched fists loosened, and he tilted his head and let out a light laugh.
"An Ning, why!" he questioned, "Why should I continue to love you just because you look back?"
"Am I, Lu Xiyan, such a slut?" He suddenly grasped her wrist tightly, meeting her pleading eyes, "There's no woman I can't get, so why would you continue to play with me?"
"Why do you think you have the right to come back after trampling on other people's feelings and walking away? You think too highly of yourself!"
An Ning's wrist was gripped by him so hard that it hurt. Her head was already aching as if it was exploding, and now even breathing was difficult, and every inch of her bones was aching.
She was in tears, and her tears kept falling like beads from a broken string.
Lu Xiyan frowned. It was clearly she who dumped him, yet she felt so wronged.
An Ning's throat felt tight as if being pricked by needles. The huge truth enveloped her like a dense net that made it hard to breathe, and she felt suffocated in waves.
As long as she tore this dense network apart in front of Lu Xiyan, they might be able to bridge the huge chasm that had stood between them for four whole years, but...
The confrontation between grandfather and grandson will bring turmoil to the entire Lu family and changes to the entire Jinghai.
Their days ahead will be even more difficult.
Would Lu Xiyan be truly happy at that time?
Her nails almost dug deep into her palms, and she seemed to have been struggling for a long time. After a while, her tearful eyes met Lu Xiyan's dark red eyes, and she said with a trembling voice, "I have my reasons for leaving you..."
Look, you're telling lies again.
"What's your reason?" Lu Xiyan let go of her hand, his eyes cold and his face full of sarcasm, "Aren't you tired of playing around?"
He still remembers every word I said when I dumped him.
"Miss An, you've told so many lies, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
A hint of surprise flashed across An Ning's tearful eyes, as if she had not expected the other party to have such a frivolous attitude.
She took an unsteady step back, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes red, and she opened her mouth but said nothing.
Lu Xiyan saw her turn around as if she had released all the energy and walked out step by step.
His breathing tightened as he watched her steps become unsteady yet stubborn.
After taking a few steps, she paused and suddenly turned around.
As if she had made an important decision, she took a deep breath, and her small face, the size of a palm, was wet with tears.
"Then consider it as me being tired of playing..."
Her voice was choked with sobs. "I regret it now. Can you, can you... be with me again?"
She sobbed and struggled to ask a complete question.
Lu Xiyan stood there, glancing at her, his deep eyes calm.
Like a pot of hot water that never boils.
He didn't answer, just looked at her calmly, without any emotion.
An Ning's heart sank bit by bit, and it seemed that even the temperature in her body was drained away.
"Excuse me..."
She lowered her eyes, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
When he turned to flee, his arm was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and he was pulled backwards, and then fell into a broad and warm embrace.
The deafening heartbeat vibrated her eardrums, and her tightly pressed chest was about to shatter. An exceptionally pleasant scent of cedar wood came from her nose, a long-lost yet familiar scent.
She was stunned for a moment, as if she was dreaming.
When she realized what was happening, her eyes were sore and she stroked his strong back with trembling hands. Tears kept flowing out, soaking his clothes.
Lu Xiyan hugged her tightly, holding her tightly in his arms. His heavy heart seemed to be about to jump out. He sniffed the fragrance of her slender white neck, tears falling one by one.
When she turned around, her dim and broken eyes seemed to be telling him - after this departure, she would never bother him again, and from now on, they would be strangers.
He could have let her go, but for some unknown reason he reached out and grabbed her, holding her tightly.
He held her tightly in his arms and said nothing, but his silence was more powerful than words.
He is such a loser. No matter how harsh his words are, they are just excuses for himself.
As long as An Ning looks back and says something soft.
He couldn't refuse.
An Ning had been thinking about the warm and safe embrace day and night for four years.
For four years, nearly fifteen hundred days and nights, An Ning missed his embrace every moment.
I am so attached to his scent and warmth that I can't bear to let go even a little bit.
Her hot cheeks were suddenly lifted up, and when she looked up, she met a pair of eyes as shimmering as the deep sea.
Lu Xiyan's slender fingers touched her face, and the next moment, his thin lips pressed against her hot and crimson lips.
Their lips pressed together, their breaths interacting, igniting an uncontrollable fire.
The light kiss gradually became overbearing and possessive.
Lu Xiyan held the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.
An Ning was already running a fever, and her legs and feet were a little weak. Now that he had taken away the thin oxygen, her body was unstable and she had to cling to his hot body to barely stand.
One arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, the big hand pinched her slender waist to stabilize her body, and the other hand was inserted into the loose hair at the back of her neck, greedily sucking in her breath.
An Ning tightly grasped his thin waist with one hand and climbed onto his shoulder with the other, her face flushed pink from a high fever.
"Western Banquet..."
A tiny sound escaped from between her lips and teeth, and her ending tone trembled, "I have no strength left..."
With a bit of coquettish intimacy.
The next moment, she was lifted into the air and her hands subconsciously wrapped around the man's neck.
The person in his arms was burning hot, and Lu Xiyan regained some of his sanity after hearing her words. He glanced at her misty eyes, his Adam's apple rolling, and then he carried her upstairs.
Opening a bedroom, what comes into view is the decoration in cool colors, and what hits the nose is the same fragrance as the man.
It's his bedroom.
An Ning had no strength left in her body and was placed on the soft bed in a daze.
Feeling that the warm embrace was about to leave, An Ning quickly raised her hand to grab it.
"......where did you go"
She clasped her fingertips tightly around his, not letting him go.
Lu Xiyan stood beside the bed and met her misty eyes. "Let's get a doctor to check you out."
The tone was unusually gentle, and An Ning's heart trembled when she heard it.
"I've taken fever-reducing medicine..."
An Ning held his hand tightly and refused to let go. "Will you stay with me?"
The misty eyes, the rosy skin, and the tone that is soft to the heart are all like a grand invitation.
Lu Xiyan's rationality had suppressed the desire, but it was ignited again by her.
"An Ning, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I know..."
As memories and reality intertwined, tears welled up in An Ning's almond-shaped eyes, "Xi Yan, I really miss you..."
Thinking that even the three words "Lu Xiyan" were clamoring in my bones and blood.
These words completely shattered Lu Xiyan's remaining sanity, like a raging fire burning in his heart.
He suddenly leaned over, gently touched his forehead to hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you regret it?"
"No—well—"
As soon as the word "no" came out of her mouth, An Ning's lips were blocked by him, and her heart seemed to be completely filled with something.
The broken heart seemed to have stopped bleeding and formed a scab at this moment.
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