He even got out of breath when she called him a respectable man. Li Yuan, with a pained expression like a chaste and virtuous husband, grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.
"I've been protecting you for over twenty years despite the pressure from the family elders. If you don't want me, I'll keep pestering you, and I won't give you my daughter."
That expression, that tone—it was exactly like a pitiful woman betrayed by her scumbag husband saying, "Don't even think about dumping me. I will never let go, and I will never give you our child."
Luo Ling: "..." What did she say?
Rubbing her temples with a headache, Luo Ling patiently explained, "That's not what I meant. I just hope you think it through. My brother and I are risking our lives to deal with Luo Yan this time. I don't want you to step into this abyss, after all, you went through what happened back then..."
“It’s precisely because I’ve been through it that I have experience,” Li Yuan said sincerely. “You should use me.”
"..."Does life-or-death matters really depend on whether you have experience or not?
Seeing that her tense nerves finally relaxed, Li Yuan's slightly furrowed brows also relaxed.
He regained his composure, stroked her cheek, and smiled, "Silly girl, how could I bear to let you go through all this alone?"
Luo Ling's eyes flashed.
"No matter what happens in the future, I will always be the one to hand you the knife."
An indescribable feeling began to spread from her heart. Luo Ling suddenly took a step forward, wrapped her arms around the man's slender waist, buried her face in his chest, and heard the beating of his heart in her ear. The sound reassured her.
Li Yuan stumbled slightly from Luo Ling's bump, but quickly regained his balance. He stroked her soft hair and finally smiled a happy smile from the bottom of his heart.
"Xiao Luo..."
"Mmm," she replied listlessly.
He played with her soft hair, his voice hoarse: "I've finally held you again, it all feels like a dream."
Luo Ling laughed: "Should I pinch you to verify?"
"good."
Luo Ling looked up and reached out to pinch his arm; just by looking at her posture, you could tell she would have to use a lot of force.
The moment her fingertips touched Li Yuan's skin, Luo Ling suddenly withdrew her hand, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
Li Yuan froze for a few seconds, his eyes filled with shock, as if a volcano had erupted.
The next second, he gripped her slender waist tightly, turning the tables and unleashing his longing of the past twenty years without restraint or reservation.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Ling felt a little breathless, and Li Yuan reluctantly let go of her.
Luo Ling's beautiful, thin lips were slightly swollen, and she was breathing heavily, while the man who had become her father-in-law had a look of pure bliss on his face.
"That feels so good!"
"..."
"The last time I kissed you this much was more than 20 years ago. Thinking about it now, I miss it so much."
Luo Ling glared at him: "Still think you're dreaming?"
Li Yuan shook his head, his long, slender, white fingers touching his thin lips, the scent of her still lingering in his nose.
"Even if it's a dream, it's a beautiful dream."
Luo Ling buried herself in his arms again.
Peaceful and serene.
Sometimes, you don't need to go through something dramatic to commemorate your beautiful love. For Li Yuan and Luo Ling, simply embracing each other quietly in silence is enough to make them happy.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Ling in his arms suddenly spoke: "Something's not right."
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