After explaining the precautions to Zhang Qi, Cheng Muyun went inside.
Although the place Xu Shinong chose was a busy street, the surrounding area had been cleared and was guarded by Cheng Muyun's men.
Several windows were open, and a gentle breeze was blowing in.
The wind blew a wisp of hair around Xu Zhuohua's ear. She had been waiting for Cheng Muyun for so long that she had fallen asleep at the table, propping her head up with her hand.
Cheng Muyun slowed his pace and walked to Xu Zhuohua's side, blocking the night wind from the window.
Xu Zhuohua sleeps very well; she doesn't move around or talk in her sleep, and sometimes she even smiles, as if she's dreaming of something good.
Cheng Muyun slowly bent down, rested his hands on his knees, and carefully looked at Xu Zhuohua's sleeping face.
It had been a long time since he had seen Xu Zhuohua asleep. He longed to hold her tightly in his arms, but he was afraid of ruining this beautiful atmosphere.
Looking closely, Xu Zhuohua's face had a faint pink hue, her lips were also a light pink, and her eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, making her look like a porcelain doll.
This was the face that Cheng Muyun had longed for day and night, and now it was only twenty centimeters away from him.
As if guided by some unseen force, Cheng Muyun slowly moved closer to Xu Zhuohua's lips. The moment their lips touched, his eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight.
So he intensified the kiss, the warm, soft touch driving him wildly addicted.
Xu Zhuohua opened her eyes and saw Cheng Muyun's bright eyes. She did not look away, but looked into Cheng Muyun's eyes.
The moment their eyes met, in a flash, Xu Zhuohua and Cheng Muyun deepened their kiss without hesitation.
As their breaths mingled, Xu Zhuohua's fingers unconsciously climbed up Cheng Muyun's back, her fingertips touching the taut muscles beneath his shirt. He abruptly stopped, then gripped her neck even tighter, as if trying to make up for all the missing intimacy in that moment.
The candlelight on the table flickered in the breeze created by the two of them, making Cheng Muyun's jawline even more defined.
Xu Zhuohua could taste the faint flavor on his lips, mixed with a touch of minty freshness, a familiar taste from her memory, yet with an added hint of aggressiveness that made her heart race.
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Muyun finally stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, the tip of his nose brushing against her cheek, his voice low and husky as if tempered with fire: "Why didn't you move away when you were awake?"
Xu Zhuohua's cheeks were even hotter than before, her eyelashes trembled, but she looked directly into the still-burning spark in his eyes: "Why are you hiding?"
Cheng Muyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly reached out and picked her up in his arms.
Xu Zhuohua exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously hugged his neck, only to find that her legs were already a little numb—probably because she had been sitting for too long while waiting for him.
"Cheng Muyun!" She struggled to get down, but he held her even tighter.
"Don't move." He looked down at her, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. "Let me hold you for a while, just a little while."
The wind was still blowing outside the window, carrying the faint noise from the alley entrance, but it seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier.
Xu Zhuohua looked at his tightly pursed lips, the sensation of that kiss still lingering on her lips, warm and tender. She suddenly quieted down, letting him carry her to the bedside and gently place her on the softly cushioned bed.
Cheng Muyun didn't get up immediately, but leaned down to look at her, his fingertips gently tracing her lips, which were red from being kissed: "Zhuozhuo, I've been missing you so much I'm going crazy."
Xu Zhuohua felt as if something had struck her heart, a mix of bitterness and warmth welling up inside her. She reached out and covered his eyes, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible sob: "I know."
Cheng Muyun grasped her wrist, removed her hand, and kissed her again.
This kiss was no longer as eager and tentative as before. Instead, it slowed down, filled with a sense of cherishing and the cautiousness of something lost and found. He traced the shape of her lips little by little, as if confirming that the person in front of him was real.
The candlelight gradually stabilized, casting their overlapping shadows long, long on the wall.
The candlelight on the corner of the table flickered, making the red tips of her ears even more visible.
As he lowered his head, his breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying the dampness of their recent kiss.
Xu Zhuohua buried her face in his chest, able to hear his steady, powerful heartbeat, pounding like a drum against her eardrums. She asked in a muffled voice, "Is everything settled?"
“Hmm,” Cheng Muyun said steadily, stopping only when he reached the bedside in the inner room, but he didn’t put her down immediately. “My people are guarding outside, it’s very safe.”
As he spoke, he gently pinched her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up.
The candlelight fell on Xu Zhuohua's slightly swollen lips. Cheng Muyun's gaze darkened, and he was about to lower his head to kiss her again, but she blocked his lips with her fingertips.
“Cheng Muyun,” her voice was soft, but carried an undeniable seriousness, “tell me honestly, was this matter… very dangerous?”
He paused, and the burning passion in his eyes slowly subsided, turning into a barely perceptible trace of guilt.
He brushed his thumb against her fingertips, his voice softening further: "I don't know, I don't know who Nanjing will send."
“Cheng Muyun,” Xu Zhuohua stared at him stubbornly, “you know I can’t live without you.”
Cheng Muyun was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her fingertip: "I will protect my safety."
He placed her on the couch, then sat down beside her, his palm against her back, feeling her steady breathing. "I promise."
Xu Zhuohua looked at his face, which was so close to hers, and suddenly reached out to touch his brow bone.
There is a faint scar there, left by that fire.
Cheng Muyun's eyelashes trembled as his fingertips traced the scar.
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