Despite the tearing pain in her heart, Hua Qingyan insisted on getting an answer from him. She didn't want to break up with him without a clear explanation, and she didn't want to be someone's mistress.
The tears that fell on her cheeks were quickly and gently licked away by him.
When Ye Minghan saw the intense jealousy in her eyes and the sorrow hidden in her words, his heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, a little painful, but also slightly itchy.
Her jealousy made him realize that she cared a lot.
The sadness in her words made him realize that she had misunderstood him.
The next second, warm lips pressed against her delicate pink lips.
He only released her when she could no longer resist, allowing her to catch her breath.
Only then did he whisper in her ear the answers to her four questions.
"Because you are the heroine in my story. Five years ago, you suddenly barged into my dream, reenacted those past events with me, and then cruelly abandoned me."
His pupils were bloodshot and filled with pain. He stroked her disbelieving cheek and continued gently:
Do you know how I've spent the last five years?
“Every night, I hope you can come into my dreams again and listen to my explanation.”
"But you are so cruel, you never came into my dreams again, leaving me alone to wander in the darkness."
"I have been searching for you for five years."
"Just now, I went into the bar simply because I wanted to see you so badly. Someone said, 'The person you're looking for is at the Enchanting Bar,' and without any verification, I came here like a madman. But thankfully, I made it."
Upon hearing this unexpected turn of events, Hua Qingyan's tears instantly stopped.
She blinked her still-damp eyes, looking up at him, somewhat lost in thought.
This is completely different from what she expected.
The goddess he was talking about... was she?
What an incredible plot twist!
Regardless of whether what he said is true or false, since he said that the goddess he "dreamed of" was her, and they have been husband and wife for so many lifetimes, he must have seen her body.
Having spent so much time together in the "dream," he must know her preferences perfectly well.
Having traversed these three small worlds, she has confirmed that the body in each incarnation is hers.
Not only do they look exactly alike, but their measurements and height are also identical.
To figure out what was going on, she suppressed her jealousy, hooked her arms around his neck, and continued to ask:
"Hanhan, you said the person in your dream was me?"
"Then tell me what I like to eat?"
What's your favorite flower?
Are there any marks on your body?
In the dim light of the parking lot, she stared at his exquisitely handsome face, a face that made her feel ashamed of her own appearance.
A faint smile played in his narrow eyes, as if he knew she doubted the truthfulness of his words.
The hand that was massaging the top of her head slowly lingered on her moist pink lips that had just been kissed.
There were still glistening ripples on the corners of her lips. He gently wiped them away with his thumb and then carefully traced the perfect shape of her lips.
He met her watery eyes and slowly answered each question.
"Yan Yan, you are the only one who can appear in my dreams."
"Yan Yan's favorite food is mini cakes with crushed peanuts, and... every dish I cook."
"My favorite is the white rose."
"Yan Yan has no birthmarks, but I know she is flawless..."
He paused suddenly, pursed his lips, and curled his lips into a half-smile. He leaned close to her ear and whispered the last few words in an ambiguous and seductive voice.
Only she could hear it, and her rosy cheeks instantly turned as red as if they were about to burst into flames.
She now completely believes the "dream" he speaks of, which is her past with him.
As for why she had no recollection of the past he had mentioned?
It's probably been sealed away by someone again.
The jealousy that had just filled her heart had vanished without a trace.
Since he was originally hers, she should exercise her rights in advance.
She immediately released her small hand, and under his burning gaze, turned her head to kiss his soft lips, then gently traced the shape of his upper lip.
But within a minute, control was taken away.
He only let go when the girl was almost suffocating from the kiss.
She paused for a while, then turned her head to look at his sharply defined jawline.
"You still haven't answered me. If it were another female fan who volunteered, would you do the same to her?"
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