Chapter 89 Ruan Ruan, are you trying to force me to my death...?
boom--!
Thunder roared again, and a white light tore through the night!
But the roar in Yan Tingnan's mind was far louder than thunder!
"ah!"
Su Ruan seemed genuinely startled, her body jerking back as she buried her face in his neck, her warm lips brushing against his taut Adam's apple.
"Can you cleanse your heart by hiding under the Buddha's nose?"
"Yan Tingnan, you're kidding me."
Yan Tingnan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he subconsciously raised one hand.
He wanted to grab the back of her neck and kiss her fiercely, to silence the demon in his heart that was disrupting all his tranquility.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcibly suppressed it.
Buddha above, a solitary lamp and ancient Buddha!
What is he doing?!
The arms that had been gripping her suddenly loosened, with a clear sense of resistance.
Su Ruan staggered half a step after being pushed by him, and only regained her balance by holding onto the door frame.
Her long hair was slightly disheveled, and a small patch of her fair shoulder slipped off the neckline of her nightgown, dazzling in the dim light.
Yan Tingnan abruptly looked away, took a step back, and created distance.
Even the loose-fitting cotton and linen clothes couldn't hide the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
This is not a place for you.
His voice returned to its flat tone, yet each word was spoken with force, as if he were trying to convince himself.
"Pack your things, we're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."
"The mountain roads in the southwest are difficult to travel, and we must descend the mountain before dark."
The smile on Su Ruan's face faded, leaving only a cold and stubborn expression.
"On what grounds?"
"Qiyun Ancient Temple is open to guests. If President Yan can stay here, why can't I?"
"I have to leave tomorrow."
His voice was low and weary, tinged with indifference.
After he finished speaking, he turned around.
Without giving her any further chance to pester him, he strode back to his meditation room.
She rubbed her reddened wrist, staring at the closed door, a slow smile playing on her lips.
A confident smile gradually spread across her lips, radiating brilliance.
Yan Tingnan, this is only the first night.
Let's see how many nights you can endure.
She turned around, slowly strolled back to her room, and locked the door.
...
The meditation room was deathly silent.
Only the torrential rain outside the window, pounding against the tiles, also pounded against Yan Tingnan's nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.
He leaned against the cold wooden door, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just gone through a life-or-death struggle.
He ripped off his cumbersome cotton and linen clothes and rushed into the washroom shirtless.
The icy mountain spring water poured over his head, causing his muscles to tense instantly and making him shiver.
He braced his hands against the cold stone wall, his knuckles white from the effort, his head bowed, letting the cold water wash over him.
He sought refuge in this tranquil Buddhist sanctuary, hoping to suppress his inner demons.
Unexpectedly, the inner demons came chasing after me.
It's still so vibrant and alive, pressing forward relentlessly.
His self-control was as thin as an oil-soaked piece of paper in front of her, easily torn.
"Soft..."
The name was silently crushed between his lips amidst the rushing water.
"Are you trying to force me to my death...?"
A suppressed murmur of pain and longing was drowned out by the rushing water.
He can't fool himself.
Hiding in this remote mountain temple, I recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra hundreds of times and copied countless pages of scriptures.
Nothing could compare to a single glance or a single touch from her.
A Buddhist monk who is pure of heart and desires?
joke!
In her presence, he was nothing more than an ordinary man whose reason had been completely consumed by instinct.
You can't quit, you can't forget; the more you suppress it, the more severe the backlash!
He lost.
They suffered a crushing defeat.
This serene Buddhist sanctuary could not ultimately contain the madness within him born of her.
...
It rained all night.
In the early morning, the rain subsided, leaving only fine drizzle.
The fog thickened in the mountains and forests, clinging damply to the eaves of the ancient temple.
Yan Tingnan pushed open the door to the meditation room and changed into a neat black windbreaker and trousers.
A trace of lingering fatigue remained between his brows, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
Several young monks, dressed in outdoor attire and carrying supply bags, were waiting in the courtyard.
Several simply dressed local guides and a few people who appeared to be foundation staff were already waiting in the courtyard.
"Mr. Yan, the road is open, we can set off now."
"That's what the leading guide said respectfully."
Yan Tingnan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the closed door next door without lingering.
Let's go.
He took the first step, his steps steady and deliberate.
After walking a few steps, the door behind me creaked open.
"Good morning, Mr. Yan."
Yan Tingnan stopped in her tracks but did not turn around.
The staff and guides beside him instinctively looked at him.
Su Ruan leaned against the door frame, wearing a plain white dress, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.
Like a wild lily just beginning to bloom in the mountains, fresh yet eye-catching.
Where are we going?
"Deliver some supplies to several villages in the mountains."
He finally spoke, without a trace of emotion.
"oh?"
Su Ruan followed a few steps, not even taking an umbrella, letting the fine rain wet her hair and shoulders.
"Doing charity? That's a good thing."
"The mountain scenery after the rain is beautiful, and the air is just right, perfect for stretching your muscles."
"Count me in?"
"no."
Why not?
Su Ruan caught up with him in a few steps and walked alongside him.
Fine rain fell silently, and the white skirt was quickly stained with several dark watermarks.
Yan Tingnan reached out and took the black umbrella from the staff member next to the umbrella handle.
Next, rotate your wrist slightly.
The umbrella was opened over Su Ruan's head, shielding her from the continuous drizzle.
The umbrella instantly created a dry and private space, separating the two people from the others in the courtyard.
“The mountain roads are rugged and the villages are remote; these are not places you should go.”
"Besides, you're not suitable either."
He held the umbrella handle in his well-defined knuckles and offered it to her, gesturing for her to take it.
Su Ruan didn't take the umbrella handle; instead, she took a half step forward, almost stepping into his arms.
The space under the umbrella therefore felt even more cramped.
"Not suitable?"
She tilted her head back, her voice rising slightly at the end.
"Isn't President Yan the best at turning the unsuitable into the suitable?"
Yan Tingnan's breath seemed to catch for a moment.
The fingers gripping the umbrella handle tightened slightly, the knuckles turning white.
"Su Ruan".
His voice lowered slightly.
"Stop fooling around."
"Stay put and wait until the rain stops completely and the road conditions improve, then we'll head down the mountain as planned."
He was resolute and left no room for negotiation.
After saying that, he handed over the umbrella again with his wrist.
He brought the umbrella handle closer to her, forcing her to instinctively reach out and take it.
As soon as the umbrella left his hand, Yan Tingnan turned around.
He said in a deep voice to the guide and staff, "Let's go."
Su Ruan held the umbrella handle, which still held his warmth, and stood there.
This extreme contrast struck Su Ruan's heart silently.
He verbally told her to leave, but his actions subconsciously protected her.
This awkward, restrained care is more poignant and tormenting than sweet words.
The rain drizzled all day.
There's no sign of stopping.
The fog in the mountains and forests was so thick that it seemed impossible to dissipate, and it enveloped the ancient temple in a damp, cold, and sticky atmosphere.
Around 3 p.m., hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the temple.
A monk with a panicked expression rushed into the guest hall, his voice hoarse.
"Something terrible has happened! Abbot!"
"We just received news from the front that torrential rains upstream have triggered flash floods."
"The roadbed collapsed at Panlong'ao, and there were several landslides!"
"Mr. Yan and his group's car broke down, and they're stuck below the Mopanling Pass!"
"The signal is completely cut off! The road is completely blocked!"
The news exploded like a thunderbolt!
The monks who remained at the temple and the foundation staff panicked instantly.
"Mopanling Pass? That's the most dangerous place! It's surrounded by steep slopes on three sides!"
"If the rain keeps falling like this, what if there's a second landslide..."
"Quickly, find a way to contact rescue! But with this awful weather, helicopters can't get here!"
Su Ruanxin's heart sank!
How is he?
"The signal was intermittent. The last message said the person was temporarily safe, but the road was completely blocked, and the rescue couldn't get up there for the time being!"
Flash flood! Landslide! Signal cutoff!
He's trapped there!
Su Ruan clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to calm down.
Waiting for rescue?
Yan Tingnan can't wait any longer!
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