Chapter 94. He had everything about her...
He Yan froze for a moment, but the next second he still chose to follow his instincts and held the back of her head, his fingers running through her soft hair, boldly prying open her lips and tongue, deepening the kiss.
It was as if he had been walking alone in the desert for a long time.
So long that he couldn't see the boundaries, couldn't see the future, when suddenly a stream of water appeared before his eyes. Whether it was a mirage or not, he didn't care. He just wanted to take and possess her without restraint. He kissed her hard and fast, completely immersed in her tenderness.
Wen Xue couldn't stand the way she was being kissed and was breathless.
Unlike the first time when she was out of her mind, and the second time when she was forced, this time, even if she was suffocating, she didn't want to hide and wanted to respond.
He Yan felt her face was wet, as if she was crying, both hot and cold. He quickly came to his senses, his soul commanding his body not to bully her, to let her go. His body was overwhelmed by his infatuation with her and his impulses, unwilling and unable to let go.
He reluctantly released her, but his hands were still holding her captive.
Looking down, I saw that her face was already covered in tears, and her chest was heaving.
"sorry."
He Yan said the words he thought he would never be able to say in his entire life without any mental preparation. His heart was in turmoil, completely in turmoil. He had even forgotten that there were tissues right next to him, and helplessly used his rough fingertips to wipe away her tears.
She looked at him with teary eyes.
She was used to enduring pain and grievances, but he suddenly barged into her life, taking meticulous care of her and indulging her every whim.
People often say that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Actually, the order is reversed. It's because there's candy to eat and someone to love you that you cry.
Under his flustered yet tolerant gaze, she began to let herself go, no longer crying silently, but going from sobbing to crying out loud.
She didn't know why she was crying.
"What's wrong?"
He Yan was at a loss; he realized that no matter how he wiped, she couldn't stop crying.
"I..." Her lips trembled, "I..."
She couldn't say a word.
Finally, he pulled her into his arms again, his hands, marked by the hardships of life, gently patting her back. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, saying, "I can't say it, I can't say it, I'm sorry, it's okay."
He Yan noticed that the woman in his arms was trembling.
He used to think that there was no difficulty in the world that he couldn't overcome, but after his younger brother He Heng passed away, he suffered a severe blow.
Death was a hurdle, and so were her tears.
He could only hold her tighter.
Ding-a-ling—
The doorbell rang abruptly. Wen Xue, whose eyes were swollen from crying, stopped and looked up at He Yan blankly, asking, "Who is it?"
He Yan's shirt was soaked with her tears on the chest, but he ignored who was ringing the doorbell, as if he were deaf to it.
"Go, go see." She choked back tears and pushed him away from his embrace. "Go quickly."
Helpless, He Yan turned to leave. The heartache he felt for her turned into impatience. He frowned, his body radiating a suppressed aura. He yanked open the door, and there stood a young woman wearing glasses, her expression even more serious than his.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
The young woman adjusted her glasses, tilted her head, and looked into the house. "I'm the downstairs resident. I heard a girl crying. Are you alone in your house?"
She eyed him warily.
He Yan didn't understand her intention at first.
Wen Xue overheard the conversation and hurriedly came out of the bathroom to his side. She had just cried a lot, and her eyes and nose were still red. Her voice was a little hoarse and light. "Did I disturb you? I'm really sorry."
"No, no." The young woman observed her face and exposed arms discreetly, then breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought something had happened to your family, so I came up to check on you."
"fine."
Wen Xue was extremely grateful. "We didn't quarrel. It was just that I encountered something unpleasant outside."
"Okay." The young woman thought for a moment. "I live downstairs."
He Yan understood: "..."
"Goodbye," the young woman said goodbye to Wen Xue.
Wen Xue nodded quickly.
Not wanting to disappoint someone's kindness, she broke free from He Yan's hand, walked out of the house, and offered to escort the young woman to the elevator. She then turned her head and used her eyes to stop He Yan from following her, leaving him pinned to the entrance by her gaze.
"Thank you," Wen Xue said softly.
The young woman pressed the down button on the elevator and chuckled, "You're welcome, it's good that you're alright."
After she entered the elevator and the doors closed completely, Wen Xue felt her eyes throbbing. She stood there in a daze for a while before turning around and walking back. After a few steps, she stopped. He Yan and Shi Tou were waiting for her at the door.
She met his gaze and broke the silence, saying, "I want to eat the chocolate mousse you brought back."
He Yan remained silent for a few seconds.
I didn't correct her; it was a chocolate tart, not a mousse.
Wen Xue went inside, went to the bathroom to wash the tear stains off her face, and sat down at the dining table. He Yan opened the takeout box; the dessert was exquisite and indeed her favorite flavor. She took a bite; the flavor was rich but not too sweet.
What unpleasant thing happened?
He Yan stared at her and asked in a deep voice.
Wen Xue paused slightly, her hand holding the fork. "Can I not say?"
He was hiding something from her, but she didn't have to tell him everything.
"Because of the internship?" he asked again.
If I said yes, would you agree to let me go?
"..." He Yan really wanted to nod and say yes, but because it went against his wishes so much, his face was extremely ugly, almost as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Wen Xue observed his expression and chuckled.
She didn't ask for an answer, looking at the half-eaten chocolate tart, "I can't eat it anymore, what a waste."
"I'll eat it."
He Yan felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He took the fork from her and calmly finished the other half. Now, as long as she didn't mention interning at Lin Baizhou's company again, he'd drink several cups of hot cocoa she'd made for him before, let alone this mere chocolate tart.
…
Wen Xue sorted out her complicated thoughts and her mood finally calmed down.
It was getting late, and He Yan took her home. Perhaps it was her initiative in giving him a kiss earlier that day that fueled his ambition. In the quiet elevator, he took her hand without hesitation, and the moment the elevator doors opened, their fingers intertwined.
She decided to keep going.
She hopes that walking across the tightrope will lead to safe, flat ground, but she won't be afraid even if she falls into an abyss.
Life is so short and so fragile. She didn't know if she would regret being with He Yan, but she knew she would definitely regret not being with him.
He Yan looked at her and said without exaggeration that he had experienced the feeling of riding a roller coaster during those two hours tonight.
My heart was pounding wildly for a while, and then it almost stopped.
What exactly happened to her?
And what exactly did she mean?
Neither of them spoke. They took the elevator to the first floor and went to the car. He opened the passenger door, and she got in. She tried to pull her hand away from his, but she couldn't. He gripped her even tighter, not wanting to let go at all.
She looked up at him, unable to suppress a smile.
He then let go, bent down and reached into the car to intimately fasten her seatbelt.
After doing this, he closed the door, walked around the front of the car, and got in.
The air conditioning was blowing in the car, and the moonlight was beautiful tonight. He Yan wasn't in a hurry to leave. He seemed to have regained his composure and had plenty of time to talk to her about random things, as a way of making up for it. "I don't want you to intern at this company, also because this company has business dealings with Wanbo."
Did you only just realize that now?
Wen Xue found it funny.
Who exactly is he guarding against? Zhou Xian? Lin Baizhou? Why is he so busy?
"Hmm." She listened and responded, not wanting to continue the topic, and asked about something else that concerned her more, "Zhou Xian added me before, and I was wondering if there's anything I can do to help you and Zhou Zhan?"
Whatever is his business is her business.
Perhaps she can help, instead of remaining uninvolved.
Don't even think about it.
He Yan's expression was serious and cold. He suddenly grabbed her hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I don't need you to take risks, understand?"
She didn't speak.
He got anxious. "Just focus on your internship and your work. Don't worry about these complicated things. Listen to me this time, okay?"
After a moment, Wen Xue nodded gently: "Okay."
He Yan's furrowed brows relaxed, but his heart was still filled with gloom.
Zhou Zhan had previously hinted that he had been too impetuous lately, and that it was precisely at times like these that he needed to calm down and remain composed. Wanting a quick victory was fine, but only if it could be a decisive blow. They hadn't even fully figured out who was backing Zhou Xian, and a slight misstep could lead to total defeat.
"If he comes looking for you, tell me."
"Um."
Hearing her affirmative answer, He Yan calmed his breathing and his expression softened slightly. Noticing that he had gripped her too tightly, he quickly let go. "Does it hurt?"
She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."
He took her hand again, tightened his jaw, and carefully massaged her wrist.
As usual, He Yan drove her back to her apartment, then got out of the car and walked with her for a while before taking the elevator upstairs. Even Wu Yuejiang said that He Yan gave her all his care and patience, and he would not leave until he saw her enter the room and close the door.
This quiet night was somewhat unusual.
She took the key, opened the door, but didn't go in.
The two stood in the quiet corridor. After the motion-sensor lights above their heads went out, the darkness emboldened them. He could no longer restrain himself. He opened his arms and hugged her, his chin resting on the top of her head as he sniffed for a while. Then, not satisfied, he lowered his head and pressed his face against her neck.
Once the impulse is unleashed, this is the consequence: a constant craving for closeness, wanting everything about her.
Wenxue hugged him back.
Let love surge forth.
…
Wen Xue thought she would have insomnia, but after taking a shower and lying in bed, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She had kissed, cried, and hugged, and was exhausted. Her body was tired but satisfied, and she soon fell into a deep sleep, sleeping soundly through the night without any dreams until dawn.
After washing up, she opened the window to let in some fresh air. When she looked down, she caught a glimpse of a jeep parked downstairs and thought she was dreaming.
She closed her eyes and opened them again to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then grabbed her phone and keys and ran outside.
Before she reached the car, she thought he had come early in the morning to take her to work. As she approached the car window and opened it a crack, she saw that he had reclined the seat, raised one arm to cover his eyes, and was still wearing yesterday's shirt. Overnight, freckles had appeared on his chin, indicating that he hadn't left at all last night and had stayed in the car downstairs all night.
After her initial shock, all that remained for her was helplessness.
Should she wake him? She hesitated for a few seconds, then tiptoed away from the car and quickly walked out of the apartment. The outside was bustling with activity. She went into a small supermarket and bought two towels and a toothbrush as quickly as possible. Just as she was about to pay, she remembered something, asked the owner, and found a razor on the other shelf.
A few minutes later, Wen Xue returned carrying a plastic bag. He Yan was awake and yawning when he unexpectedly met her eyes. The two stared at each other through the car window.
She was the first to laugh, her eyes crinkling into crescents.
He awkwardly rubbed his chin.
She rolled down the car window, said "Come with me" and walked into the apartment building.
He Yan sat up, lowered the sun visor, looked in the mirror, and found that his appearance was not bad. He was not sloppy, just a little disheveled. He got out of the car, found a bottle of mineral water in the trunk, took a few gulps to rinse his mouth, tightened the cap, locked the car, and followed.
The door to her apartment was open, and the sound of cracking eggs could be faintly heard from outside.
He knocked on the door. "It's me."
The noise from the range hood almost drowned out her voice: "Just come in."
Including this time, he has been to her place three times. The first time was to accompany her to see the house, and the second time was to help her move in. The house is not large, and the landlord has divided it into a one-bedroom apartment. She has decorated it cleanly and tidyly, and it is filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere.
“I’m coming in,” he said.
She poked her head out from the cramped kitchen, her face flushed, but her tone feigned composure, "There are towels, toothbrushes, and a razor in the bag on the coffee table. Make do with these and hurry up and wash up."
After saying that, she went back into the kitchen to get busy.
They were probably preparing breakfast.
He Yan was bewitched by the scene and felt a moment of disorientation, unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream he had been having drunk too much.
He entered the restroom, where even turning around was difficult. Tall and burly, he stood in front of the sink, brushing his teeth, shaving, and washing his face as if in a daze. He looked in the mirror, met his reflection, and suppressed a laugh.
With limited ingredients at home, and even more limited cooking skills, Wenxue's cooking skills were also limited.
She searched online and followed the steps to successfully fry several egg pancakes, garnished with diced ham and scallions, which looked pretty good.
The apartment is too small; everything is small.
He Yan sat at the dining table, his long legs awkwardly positioned, unsure of where to put them.
"Is it good?" she asked.
He paused briefly, then said, "Delicious."
She pursed her lips. If she hadn't seen his expression when he ate fried dough sticks, she would have really been fooled by him.
Wen Xue didn't ask him why he stayed downstairs all night.
It's obvious that after she cried like that yesterday, he wouldn't be He Yan if he could just go home and sleep peacefully.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
"I didn't laugh," she denied, laughing blatantly.
He Yan's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled.
It seems everything is alright, but he is increasingly concerned about what unpleasant thing happened to her outside yesterday.
The more you care, the less you can understand it.
After having breakfast and washing the dishes, He Yan took the black garbage bag from her hand, and the two went out, bumping into her neighbor next door.
"Good morning."
The two girls greeted each other with "Good morning".
He Yan lagged two steps behind her, still racking his brains to figure out what or who had upset her. Suddenly, he heard her neighbor ask in a low voice, "Is he your boyfriend?"
He immediately looked at her.
She also glanced back at him.
Then she looked away, turning the back of her head to him, and said softly, "Mmm."
With that "hmm," He Yan suddenly stopped, as if a nerve in his brain had snapped and then reconnected. He stared intently at her back.
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