Chapter 195 Ah He, I think I have a fever, feel my forehead.
The night grew deeper and thicker, with only a bedside wall lamp lit in the room.
The warm yellow light outlined the silhouettes of the two people embracing on the bed, their shadows cast on the wall, intimately close.
Zhuang Bieyan's secrets, which he had kept hidden for more than ten years, were laid bare.
He did not defend himself, but laid his entire past bare before Qu He.
Qu He leaned quietly against him, the rapid heartbeat beside her ear a sign of his deep-seated unease.
Listening to him describe those lonely years in a calm tone, and the deep affection, baseness, and fear that he carefully hid.
A wave of aching pain spread through my heart, and my eyes felt uncontrollably hot.
When I heard him say at the end, "My swallow has finally flown back," tears finally fell.
She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
Under the lamplight, a devout expectation welled up in his eyes.
She reached out and gently stroked his furrowed brow. "Zhuang Bieyan, you idiot."
She sniffed, but the tears flowed even more fiercely: "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you have to bear so much alone? If I had known sooner, wouldn't we have avoided missing each other for so long? Would there have been so many misunderstandings and hurt?"
Her question contained no blame, only endless heartache and regret.
For his lonely ten-year unrequited love, and for the time they wasted together.
Zhuang Bieyan felt her heartache, and his heart softened like water.
He took her hand, which was resting on his brow, and pressed it against his cheek. "I dare not, Ahe. I'm afraid that if you knew, you would think I'm scary, that I'm deep and scheming, and that my love is a burden."
I'm more afraid that you'll distance yourself from me because of this. In that case, I'd rather you know nothing and stay by my side, even if you resent me or hate me, I'll accept it.
His honesty, tinged with a desperate humility, made Qu He's heart ache even more.
"No way! Zhuang Bieyan, listen to me!"
She shook her head and cupped his face in her hands. "Your love has never been a burden."
"Zhuang Bieyan, let's let the past be the past, whether it was sweet or painful, whether it was your concealment or my forgetting. Let's stop torturing each other, let's stop missing each other, okay?"
She looked into his eyes and made a promise: "From now on, we will always be together. There will be no more secrets, no more deception, just the two of us. I will love you well and make up for all the time we missed in the past."
You will always be my Swallow Brother, and I will always be your Ahe.
This vow filled Zhuang Bieyan with ecstatic joy.
After years of arduous journey, we have finally heard a response.
He hugged the person in his arms tightly, overwhelmed with joy, "Ahe, Ahe..."
He called her name over and over again, as if to make up for all the words he hadn't been able to utter in the past ten years. "Thank you, thank you for remembering me, thank you for still loving me, and for forgiving me."
"I promise you, I will never lie to you again, and I will never hide anything from you again."
Qu He hugged him back, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his reassuring, refreshing scent. "Yes, I believe you."
She looked up and kissed his lips. The kiss was light, filled with tenderness and love, and it deepened slowly.
"The past is the past, Zhuang Bieyan."
She looked into his eyes, where her reflection was clear and unique.
"I will never leave you again. Let's stay together forever, okay?"
Okay. Let's stay together forever.
Once emotions have an outlet, they can no longer be suppressed.
His breath grew hotter, and his kiss landed again, this time with more certainty and devotion than before, yet also carrying a long-suppressed desire.
Her skirt slipped off her shoulders, and his warm hands startled her.
In the midst of his confusion and passion, his cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Director Lian who called.
Qu He suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly pushed Zhuang Bieyan aside, and rummaged through her bag for her phone.
Zhuang Bieyan grunted in dissatisfaction, but still held her waist possessively, his fingers gently caressing her sensitive areas, a clear hint and plea for her to stay.
Qu He glared at him reproachfully, signaling him to behave before answering the phone.
"Mom, um... I'm outside... I have something to do... I'll be back in a bit."
"Don't wait for me, you guys go to sleep first... I'm not eating anymore, hmm, I ate a lot tonight..."
She tried her best to make her voice sound natural as she answered Director Lian's questions.
When Zhuang Bieyan heard that she still wanted to go back, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, filled with reluctance.
He leaned closer, his lips almost touching her earlobe, and whispered pleadingly, "Do you really have to leave? Ah He, please stay, okay? Hmm?"
He was wearing loose loungewear, and because of his previous movements, a few buttons on his collar were undone.
Under the dim, warm light, it exudes a deadly allure.
However, Qu He had regained her senses and was not seduced by the man's beauty.
She firmly pulled his hand away from her waist, her tone leaving no room for negotiation: "No, I'm going home."
“This is your home too.” Zhuang Bieyan tried to struggle, his eyes filled with grievance.
Qu He found his clingy behavior somewhat amusing.
She reached out and gently scratched his chin, her tone softening, "Good boy, see you tomorrow."
That "See you tomorrow" was tantamount to announcing that tonight's intimate time was over, with no room for negotiation.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes, but he knew he couldn't push her too hard.
He grabbed her withdrawn hand and gently squeezed her palm to express his displeasure.
But he had no choice but to compromise, "Then I'll take you?"
"No."
Qu He withdrew her hand, stood up, and straightened her skirt. "The driver can take you. It's late at night, and you just fell into the water. Don't go back and forth like that. Get some rest."
Having said that, she gave him no further chance to argue, picked up her bag and coat, and turned to leave the room.
Zhuang Bieyan escorted her all the way to her car and watched her get in.
The car slowly drove away from the manor and disappeared into the night before I finally withdrew my lingering gaze.
A sense of emptiness lingered in my heart, as if the warmth and intimacy I had just experienced were nothing but a dream.
Not long after returning to her room, Aunt Wang arrived with the family doctor.
"Ayan, the doctor is here. Xiaoxi caught a chill and has a low-grade fever. She's taken her medicine and gone to sleep. Why don't you let the doctor take a look too? She soaked in cold water and was exposed to the wind last night; it wouldn't be good if she caught a fever too."
Zhuang Bieyan wanted to wave his hand and say that it was unnecessary, as he knew his own body well.
But as the words were about to come out, a thought flashed through his mind, his eyes flickered slightly, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say, obediently nodding: "Okay. Thank you, Aunt Wang."
The next day, when Qu He woke up, it was almost noon.
The sky was dark and gloomy; it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall.
She yawned as she walked out of the bedroom. On the dining table was the breakfast that Director Lian and Teacher Qu had prepared before they left.
However, as the weather turned cooler, the steamed buns became rock hard.
Qu He hesitated for three seconds in front of the steamed bun.
Is it a choice between starving to death and choking to death?
Or should I struggle a bit more?
Finally, my stomach started to protest.
She went into the kitchen, added some water to the pot, and placed the buns on the steamer.
Just as I turned on the stove, there was a knock on the door.
Qu He went over and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a dark figure pounced on her and hugged her tightly.
"Ahe, I think I have a fever. Feel me, I feel so uncomfortable."
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