Rong Zhaonan looked at her with her eyes downcast, reached out and cupped her face, looking at her with his long, beautiful eyes: "Really?"
Ning Yuan didn't answer directly. Instead, she picked up a shaving razor, gestured for him to look up, and shaved off the stubble on her chin: "Are you really not hungry?"
Rong Zhaonan looked at her.
Ning Yuan gently took the showerhead and slowly rinsed away the remaining stray hairs from his broad shoulders and back—
"Your hair is all rinsed off. Let's go out. I have some snacks and milk with me. You can make do with these for now."
After saying that, she gently patted his shoulder, got up from his lap, and hung up the shower head.
Rong Zhaonan remained silent for a moment, and just as she stood up and turned around, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.
Then, he turned his head slightly and pressed his face against her left chest: "You're not angry, so let me hear if it's true."
His movements were a bit too forceful, and the towel she was wearing naturally slipped off her body and piled up on her arm.
Ning Yuan felt a soft warmth in her chest as his short hair brushed against her body and his breath touched her sensitive heart.
With each breath, it felt like I was offering the very tip of my heart to his mouth.
Ning Yuan stiffened, wanting to back away, but with just a slight exertion of his arm, she was firmly held in place.
Her soft skin began to flush: "..."
He seemed oblivious: "Ning Yuan, your heart is beating so fast..."
Ning Yuan took a deep breath and pressed her hand on his shoulder: "Rong Zhaonan, you know I may be a selfish person, but I'm not a mean person..."
She paused, then said calmly, "There are some things you really don't like. We can discuss them. Even if I have some reservations, I won't deliberately reopen old wounds."
Rong Zhaonan's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he remained silent: "..."
This was the first time he hadn't shown any emotion or anger regarding her involvement with Ye Qiu.
Ning Yuan continued looking at the soap dish and slowly said, "I don't like men who are moody and emotionally unstable. In all the time I've known you, how many times have I lost my temper with you?"
A complex light flashed in Rong Zhaonan's narrow eyes.
The answer is—never.
Looking back now, all those playful banter between the two of them in the countryside and small towns is something that makes me smile.
When they broke up a year ago, she just silently shed tears and turned away.
"So, could you please not be so irritable?" Ning Yuan turned to look at him and asked seriously.
Li Yan is an emotionally unstable person who also likes to drink. Although Li Yan never hit her in his previous life.
But she will remember those anger, roars and curses, the shadows of fear and emotions she felt hiding in her room for the rest of her life.
A kind heart cannot command an army; after years of service, few soldiers have a good temper.
Li Yan knew that the building where her former workplace was located belonged to the military region.
More than Ye Qiu's matter, she disliked Rong Zhaonan's irritability and anger towards her, as if she were an extremely harsh and unreasonable person.
This feeling of not being trusted is what makes her feel uncomfortable.
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes, hugged the girl in his arms tightly without any desire, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, my wife."
Only now did he realize that all along, the people she really got angry at were outsiders.
It was when Wang Jianguo and Tang Zhenzhen, wearing red armbands, surrounded and beat him back in the countryside.
It was when Aunt Wang publicly mocked him and threw cow dung at him...
In truth, from the moment she stood in his way, and he felt a surge of anger, he unconsciously fell for her and wanted to possess her.
She, who fought alongside him and even tricked Xiang San, was certainly not a parasitic plant who would blindly follow orders.
Ning Yuan sighed, gently rested her chin on his head, and hugged him tightly.
Warm water droplets fall, embracing the skin and soothing it, dispelling the cold.
The only thing in the world that can bring such intimacy is the body temperature of a lover.
"Tomorrow is Monday. Assistant Ye is going to pick up Young Master Ning, so there's no meeting in the morning. Assistant Ye, you've given me half a day off. Would you like to have breakfast together?"
After a long while, she gently patted his broad shoulder.
Rong Zhaonan gently nuzzled against her, his cool voice low and deep: "Okay, nothing to do tomorrow."
Ning Yuan felt his breath brush against her chest, a numbing sensation like ants crawling over her back that sent shivers down her spine.
The warm water fell on her face, but it all became scorching hot.
She instinctively wanted to push his head away from her chest, but the next moment she felt as if he was going to devour her heart.
"It's okay to get up a little later. I've arranged with the railway staff to get the tickets to Beijing."
Rong Zhaonan's voice was muffled and hoarse as he tightened his arms around her waist.
Ning Yuan gasped, his movements making her feel numb all over. She subconsciously let out a muffled groan: "Rong Zhaonan..."
But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan carried her into the bathtub.
He pulled her onto him and gently kissed her slender neck: "I might have something to do at noon..."
Ning Yuan subconsciously pressed down on his right hand, which was sliding between her legs, and said in a muffled voice, "Stop messing around... talk properly."
His hand didn't move, but right in front of her, he pressed it against her soft thigh, applying pressure little by little.
His grip on the gun was incredibly strong, and his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles slowly dug into her snow-white, plump thighs, pinching out alluring pink hues.
"You've really gained weight. Your mother-in-law's soup is very effective. You look prettier than when you were thinner. I like it." He chuckled and kissed her ear.
His voice, however, was so unrestrained and wild that it made Ning Yuan blush.
This guy is getting more and more reckless...
Ning Yuan gritted her teeth, trying to steer the conversation back to normal: "Are you free tomorrow night? I've taken care of Xiang Laosan's matter, you should be free..."
"Well, I'll stay here tonight, if my mother-in-law doesn't mind." His other hand was also restless and its movements were unrestrained.
Ning Yuan could defend herself from below, but not from above, and she panicked a little: "Rong Zhaonan, let's go outside and discuss this..."
In the water... that's incredibly daring!
Rong Zhaonan kissed her soft cheek and breathed softly into her ear: "Call me Anan."
She called him by his full name, which gave him a strange sense of intimacy, always reminding him of the way she held his hand and led him home in the countryside.
But he liked to hear her softly call him Anan in bed.
Ning Yuan couldn't take it anymore. She instinctively pressed down on his left hand, which was pinching her, and whispered tremblingly, "Anan...Anan went out to discuss tomorrow's matters..."
Rong Zhaonan said in a hoarse voice, "I used to bathe you, inside and out, do you remember?"
Ning Yuan's mind went blank: "Huh?"
He chuckled softly, offering no further explanation, but whispered in her ear, "Back then, I thought you were like a flower, even more beautiful than any flower. Do you want to see for yourself which flower is more beautiful?"
As he spoke, he reached back and grabbed a rose from the water, placing it between her legs.
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