Lei Zhenyu: "That's right, go to sleep early!"
After hanging up the phone, Lei Zhen pondered for a while. He decided to slowly tell An Ning about the family's troubles.
Lei Ting went upstairs to sleep in the room next to An Ning's. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. An Ning was in the next room, and he could hear her breathing through the wall. He had to endure the discomfort, otherwise he would scare An Ning. Lei Ting was unwilling to just fall asleep like this, but he couldn't think of a reason to go to An Ning's room. He was also afraid that if he went there, An Ning would think he was trying to be a pervert. No, no, he couldn't be a pervert.
But how about a goodnight kiss? Lei Ting thought of this and sat up, tiptoeing to his feet. It would be too awkward to just barge in. Lei Ting thought for a moment and decided to bring her some milk. Right, An Ning had a habit of drinking milk before going to sleep, but she hadn't had any tonight. Lei Ting ran to the living room and quickly heated up a cup of warm milk for An Ning.
Anning ran upstairs and lay back on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep. A few cold flower petals were still stuck to her feet, making her soles itchy.
It was raining outside, the raindrops pattering against the window. Anning suddenly remembered the horror movie she'd just watched. A huge ghost face appeared before her eyes, scaring her so much that she buried her head under the covers and trembled. The ghost face vanished abruptly. Thinking of Lei Ting in the next room, Anning focused her attention on him, carefully recalling his behavior that evening—the song he sang for her, and the ring on her finger. The ring meant that Anning and his past together weren't a dream, not an illusion. Thinking of Lei Ting's muscular physique and handsome face, Anning actually felt a physical reaction again. She went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the more she washed, the more her body protested. No matter how much Anning scrubbed, she couldn't resist the primal urge to release.
An Ning: "What's going on? Am I not used to living here? Or have I drunk too much? This is so hard to bear, I want to... I want to hug Lei Ting..."
Anning lay back on the bed, a slight itch on the soles of her feet making her sit up. She tried to calm her turbulent emotions, but after several attempts, she couldn't. The more she tried not to think about it, the more she thought about it. It was as if, with her eyes closed, Anning could see the scenes of them as husband and wife. She imagined how intimate they must have been back then. Anning felt frustrated, tapped her head, and her breathing became rapid. Anning simply called Han Yi. Han Yi had just finished work and answered Anning's call. Anning's accent was urgent, and Han Yi patiently comforted her.
Anning: "Mom, I...I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel so awful..."
Han Yi: "What's wrong, baby? Are you sick?"
Anning: "It's not that I'm sick, it's... I have desires that I want to release. I'm very hot and I'm about to lose control... Did I drink too much? Leiting and I drank two bottles of wine."
Han Yi: "Is Thunder in our house?"
Anning: "No, it was me and him who came. I really wanted to spend more time with him... Mom, does this make me seem unreserved? Will Leiting not cherish me?"
Han Yi: "No, following your heart is the right thing to do, baby. If you're willing, I think Lei Ting would be more willing too. When two people are deeply in love, this is just a way to add to the fun. It's nothing serious. It has nothing to do with self-respect or reserve."
An Ning: "I...I do want to, but I'm still his ex-wife, and we haven't remarried...I can't quite overcome these barriers..."
Han Yi: "This is nothing. You've lived together for two years, so it's normal for you to have these reactions."
Anning: "Mom, Leiting... I like him so much... I want to..."
Han Yi: "Just do what you think is right. You have to learn to try everything. Besides, that person is Lei Ting, your husband with whom you had physical intimacy for two years. There's no need to feel pressured."
Anning: "Okay... I understand... Mom, go to sleep early, goodnight..."
Han Yi: "Okay, goodnight, baby."
After hanging up the phone with Han Yi, An Ning fell into deep thought. Should she go to the next room to find him? No, no, that would be too unladylike. That wouldn't do. She didn't want to move at all. An Ning hoped that Lei Ting would come to her, and that might make things happen naturally. An Ning scrolled through her phone, searching for ways to get a man to give himself to her. As she searched, An Ning laughed. What was she doing? She actually wanted Lei Ting to give himself to her. It was too funny. However, An Ning carefully read through each of the messages. The idea of showing off one's shoulders, the suggestive words, and even the seductive technique of pretending to be asleep and deliberately exposing private parts—none of these were what Anning wanted. What Anning wanted was for Leiting to offer himself willingly. There was only one point in the instruction that Anning thought was acceptable: the instruction said that when feelings run deep, they naturally intensify, and the two people don't need to speak; a kiss will naturally lead to the climax of love. Anning nodded at this viewpoint. As her body became more and more agitated, she wondered if she should go check if Leiting was asleep. Anning rejected this idea many times. Going there would be offering herself up, too proactive, no way.
Just as Anning was wondering what to do, Leiting knocked on her door with a glass of warmed milk. Anning immediately hid under the covers and deleted all the search information on her phone. Seeing no response, Leiting assumed Anning was asleep, gently pushed open the door, placed the milk on the bedside table, and sat on the bed. He then called out to Anning, who was pretending to be asleep under the covers, in a soft, magnetic voice.
Thunder: "Anning, are you asleep?"
An Ning: "Not yet..."
Thunder: "Get up, drink some milk, and then go back to sleep. It'll help you sleep."
An Ning: "Hmm..."
Anning peeked out from under the covers and saw the warm milk on the nearby shelf. Then she saw Leiting, now dressed in a black bathrobe, radiating an aura of power in the darkness, his abs faintly visible. Anning swallowed hard even before she tasted the milk. Leiting brought the milk to Anning's lips and spoke to her in a soothing tone. He touched his feverish head at the same time, and Anning felt a jolt of electricity run through her brain. She took the cup blankly, then cautiously spoke to Leiting.
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