His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness and complexity: "Wife, it's really alright. Look, I'm still alive and well."
Ning Yuan looked up at him and said, "It's good that you're alright."
Rong Zhaonan suddenly looked as if something had aggravated an old injury, and couldn't help but frown and cough softly twice: "Cough cough..."
Ning Yuan's eyes twitched slightly as she watched him force a cough.
However, after returning from the hospital, no matter what expression he made or what he said,
She always felt that he had an inescapable fragility and vulnerability, which made her feel depressed.
Especially when she thought about the aftereffects that Lao Xu mentioned, and the words "short lifespan," her heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, both sour and bitter, making it hard to breathe.
Seeing that she was silent, Rong Zhaonan leaned forward and tentatively reached out his arms to gently wrap them around her waist.
"Can you go to work a little later? The soup is all ready, I'll cook two dishes, and we can have lunch together?"
The refreshing scent of his shower gel, mixed with his unique masculine aroma, enveloped her completely.
Ning Yuan felt a slight tingling sensation on her skin, but she didn't immediately push him away: "...I'm not hungry."
Strong arms encircled her, exuding a reassuring strength, yet appearing especially in need of care because of her owner's "frailty."
Sensing her tacit approval, Rong Zhaonan's heart felt as if it were being soaked in warm water, a mixture of bitterness and burning sensation.
He tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace, his handsome face nestled in the crook of her neck, his thin lips lightly pressing against her collarbone.
"Don't just focus on being busy, you still need to eat lunch on time."
The damp, warm touch sent a shiver down her spine, and her voice became hoarse: "Rong Zhaonan, you..."
He pulled her even closer to him, his lips brushing against the crook of her neck, and chuckled softly:
"Is the company...very busy lately? I've seen your older sister and brother making quite a stir at the board meeting, you must be exhausted."
His voice was gentle as he chatted about everyday things and work, as if it were just ordinary concern.
But while talking about incoherent things, seemingly discussing serious matters, his other hand casually rested on her waist.
Ning Yuan was somewhat distracted by him: "Yes, there are a lot of things to do. My eldest sister is very decisive... She and Brother Fenchang are working together. As for the inheritance rights, whether or not, actually now..."
He suddenly let out a muffled groan, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe: "Ning Yuan, my legs are numb."
As he spoke, he used his arm to lift her up and made her sit sideways on his strong legs.
Ning Yuan stiffened. They were an old married couple, so she could naturally feel that she had sat on something on him and subconsciously wanted to sit down next to him.
Rong Zhaonan wouldn't let her back away. His thin lips were already pressed against her forehead, burning hot, as he asked in an extremely gentle voice, "Wife, can you not leave today?"
Ning Yuan narrowed her eyes and pressed her hand against his chest: "I have a lot to do, I still have to go back to the company..."
Who taught him all of this?!
Rong Zhaonan ignored her, his thin lips landing softly on her eyelashes and cheeks, his voice hoarse and broken: "But I miss you, every day, every night, I miss you... Please have pity on me, don't ignore me..."
He remembered the slight tremor in her eyes when she was kissed, the delicate touch of her nose, and the soft taste of her lips…
Ning Yuan turned her face away from the kiss, her voice soft and muffled: "Rong Zhaonan... stop it..."
She unconsciously squeezed his strong shoulders.
He pulled back slightly, gently pressing his thin lips to her soft ones: "I'm sorry, it will never happen again, I will never let you hurt like that again..."
This tender kiss carried the carefulness and cherishing of something lost and then regained.
Ning Yuan trembled all over, her heart skipped a beat: "Rong Zhaonan..."
The dull emptiness created by the words "short lifespan" was now filled with his burning apology and longing, a bittersweet feeling.
"Just for a moment... just for a moment... I know you have a meeting, I'll just give you a kiss." He coaxed softly, his hot, thin lips possessive and relentlessly capturing her breath.
He sealed her hesitation with a kiss
He gripped her wrist tightly with his large hand, as if afraid she would escape again.
This time, it was no longer a test, no longer gentle.
With long-suppressed desire and the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost.
Ning Yuan's mind went blank, and her heart completely softened: "Mmm..."
Those pains, those fears, those torments day and night, all seemed less unbearable in the face of his almost desperate yearning at this moment.
His kiss, burning hot, traveled downwards.
I kissed her delicate collarbone, and I kissed the throbbing heart on her chest...
By the time she realized what was happening, he had already picked her up and gently placed her on the soft bed.
He leaned in, his tall frame looming over her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.
Rong Zhaonan's eyes swirled with intense desire and deep affection, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "Wife...you're still as beautiful as ever."
The delicate, burning kisses fell like raindrops, gently brushing across the most sensitive parts of her heart, igniting clusters of tiny flames.
When his warm lips landed on the most sensitive skin on the side of her leg, Ning Yuan couldn't help but grab his black hair, and her eyes reddened, leaving only a fine tremor.
She vaguely thought that men seem to be born with the ability to take advantage of others.
It was just a hug, just a kiss, and somehow it turned into sleeping...
But this time, she did not resist. She slowly raised her arms and wrapped them around his long neck.
Rong Zhaonan's heart trembled, his eyes reddened, and he pressed her down beneath him, loving her with a tenderness that bordered on fierceness.
The sunlight outside the window was just right, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.
Inside the bedroom, the love and longing that had been suppressed for so long finally broke through all barriers and dams, surging in and completely engulfing the two of them.
...
When Ning Yuan woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
She was woken up by hunger; her stomach was growling loudly.
She struggled to get up, feeling as if her waist and legs had been disassembled and reassembled, leaving her weak and sore.
Ning Yuan watched Rong Zhaonan bring over a steaming bowl of soup with a blank expression, and said gently, "Have something to eat first to fill your stomach."
His brows even carried a perfectly measured hint of weariness and weakness.
Ning Yuan stared at his "weak" appearance.
Twenty-four hours, and so many times they tossed and turned!
Damn it! Who's going to die young?!
Rong Zhaonan sensed her unfriendly gaze, then raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed: "Cough cough, I'm thinking that my body is not as good as it used to be, so I'll use it as much as I can."
Ning Yuan looked at his handsome face, which was forced to show a sickly and pitiful appearance, and laughed in anger.
"Captain Rong, please tone it down. Don't say such shameless things."
You're such a hypocrite!
Rong Zhaonan immediately put down the soup bowl, helped her up, and coaxed her in a soft voice, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. It's all my fault, wife. Get up and eat. You've been sleeping all day."
Ning Yuan was indeed hungry.
After washing up, she watched Rong Zhaonan set up the small table and bring out the food one by one.
The light chicken soup, the soft and sticky white porridge, and a few delicate side dishes were all her favorite flavors.
He seemed to know she would wake up; everything was prepared perfectly.
She was indeed hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Rong Zhaonan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her and occasionally putting food on her plate, eating with her.
The tenderness and satisfaction in his eyes were almost overflowing, as if being able to watch her eat was the best thing in the world.
After finishing her meal, Ning Yuan decided to take a good shower, change her clothes, and go to work. Luckily, there were no cell phones in this era, otherwise her phone would have been ringing off the hook!
The warm water washed over her body, taking away most of the soreness and making her feel much better.
When she was almost done washing, she reached for a bath towel, but grabbed nothing.
She then realized that she had rushed in and forgotten to bring her bath towel.
She wrapped herself up in frustration, hesitating whether to call out to Rong Zhaonan.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door: "Honey? Did you forget to bring a towel?"
Ning Yuan opened the door halfway and reached for a bath towel: "Hmm, give it to me."
To his surprise, he leaned against the door, looking down at her hiding behind it, and asked, "Do you want me to help you wash?"
Ning Yuan looked at his phoenix eyes, which gleamed with an aggressive light in their darkness: "..."
She grabbed a towel and slammed the door shut, saying irritably, "No, Superintendent Zhou, it's not appropriate for a widow like me to have your brother-in-law help me take a bath."
The moment his tail twitched, she knew what he was about to do!
We haven't had enough fun yet!
There was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by another knock.
This time the voice was different, carrying a familiar roguish and frivolous laugh: "Sister-in-law, open the door, it's my brother!"
Ning Yuan: "...Ha!"
She was speechless, and then burst out laughing in anger.
This guy is really something, he can say anything!
As a result of his laughter, his grip loosened, and he was unable to completely block the door.
Rong Zhaonan, who was outside the door, immediately seized the opportunity, gave a gentle push, and squeezed in.
He changed into a thin white shirt, and his long eyelashes cast alluring shadows on his fair and handsome face.
"Wife, whether you want a younger brother or an older brother, it's fine with me!"
Ning Bing'an is nowhere near as good-looking as him! They are completely different!
Ning Yuan blushed and hurriedly grabbed a towel to wrap herself in: "Have some shame! What nonsense are you spouting? Get out!"
Rong Zhaonan hugged her tightly and looked down at her earnestly: "Superintendent Zhou and Miss Ning, Captain Rong and Ning Zhiqing, they must be together!!"
Ning Yuan was taken aback. Looking at his serious yet somewhat cautious expression, her heart melted completely.
This must be the sweetest thing this guy could ever say.
She knew that he must have submitted a report to his superiors requesting that he step down from his post and go somewhere else to make a difference, which was why Lao Xu appeared at the hospital.
Where else can you find so many coincidences?
She reached out and ruffled his hair, then stood on tiptoe and kissed his eyes: "Rong Zhaonan, you're an idiot!!"
The earnestness, deep affection, and sincerity in his eyes are the unchanging essence of him, no matter what he becomes or what he experiences.
He is Rong Zhaonan, she is Rong Zhaonan, and he is one of a kind.
Rong Zhaonan tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss the person in his arms again.
It was as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
The road ahead is long, and there may be many storms, but he will never, ever let her go again!
An embrace and a passionate, unending embrace should be the ending of this moment.
...
The sun is shining brightly outside the window...
Inside the clay pot, the carefully simmered soup was still bubbling and steaming, emitting a rich aroma.
It smells like home...
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