The twilight, like melting ink, gradually spread across the villa's French windows.
Rong Shenghan had just poured the stewed soup into a white porcelain bowl when he heard a familiar sound coming from the entrance hall. It was the soft thud of Yu Jiuyuan's schoolbag hitting the shoe cabinet, carrying her unique, slightly casual neatness.
When he turned around, the girl had already kicked off her high heels and was walking barefoot on the cashmere carpet. The hem of her white school uniform skirt swept over her ankles, like a butterfly eager to return to its nest.
She ignored the soup on the table and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, her cheeks brushing against his chest, creating a soft, ticklish sensation.
"Baby, I miss you so much."
Her voice was slightly out of breath from running, her nose pressed against the button of his shirt, her breath carrying the scent of camphor wood from Saint Cherry Academy.
Rong Shenghan paused in his hand holding the soup spoon, then put down the bowl and hugged her back with his uninjured right hand.
Her hair wasn't tied in a ponytail today; it fell loosely over her shoulders, the ends brushing against his wrist, just like the feeling of her fingertips tracing his palm last night—soft and itchy, sending shivers down his spine.
"The soup's getting cold." He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with indulgence he himself didn't realize.
"I won't drink." Yu Jiuyuan snuggled deeper into his arms, like a spoiled cat, "I just want to hold you."
She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
The kiss was somewhat forceful and urgent; her tongue pried open his teeth, carrying the coolness of the evening breeze.
Rong Shenghan's breathing faltered, and his left hand instinctively reached out to embrace her, but he remembered the injury on his arm when he raised it halfway, and his movement suddenly stopped.
Yu Jiuyuan immediately noticed and slowed down the pace of the kiss, her tongue lightly brushing against the corner of his lips as if apologizing.
Her hand slid up his side, carefully avoiding his injured left arm, and finally stopped at the back of his neck, her fingertips running through his hair with unbelievable tenderness.
"Sheng Han, I love you."
She breathed on his lips, her eyes glistening with tears that shone like shattered stars in the warm light of the living room.
Rong Shenghan's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, and it went completely limp.
He knew her personality, knew that those "I love you"s might be mixed with calculation, with the charity of a tamer towards a pet, but he just couldn't resist it.
From the day she kept him in the villa under the guise of "warming his bed," he was destined to fall into her trap.
"Hmm," he responded softly, his voice terribly hoarse.
Why aren't you responding to me?
Yu Jiuyuan, however, persisted, reaching out to pinch his chin, her eyes filled with a sly seriousness, "Don't you love me anymore?"
This question sounded like that of an unreasonable child, a stark contrast to her calm demeanor when handling student council affairs.
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, the vibrations in his chest transmitting through their pressed bodies, making her involuntarily snuggle closer into his arms.
"like."
He took her hand that was pinching his chin, and kissed it lightly, from her fingertips to her knuckles, kissing each one with a devout, almost worshipful gesture. "I love you so much."
Yu Jiuyuan smiled contentedly and snuggled back into his arms, like a cat being stroked.
Her fingertips traced the second button on his shirt, where the faint mark she had bitten the night before remained.
It was a mark of her assertion of ownership, and also a sign that he willingly accepted.
"Ji Nianqin came to see me again today."
She suddenly spoke, her tone casual, as if she were talking about the weather, "He said he wanted to invite me to an art exhibition, but I declined."
Rong Shenghan tightened his grip on her arm, but didn't say anything.
“I told him that my baby was waiting for me at home and I didn’t have time.”
Yu Jiuyuan looked up, her eyes gleaming with a smug look, "His face turned green, it's so funny."
She giggled, like a little animal that had stolen a piece of candy.
Looking at the cunning in her eyes, Rong Shenghan suddenly felt that perhaps being "treated differently" by her wasn't such a bad thing.
At least, he could get her unique, slightly mischievous tenderness.
"Xie Zhecheng has compiled the club reports and put them on your desk."
Yu Jiuyuan added, gently poking his chest with her fingertip, "He asked when you were going back to school, and I told him you needed to stay home to recover and asked him to be more understanding."
"Um."
"Yuanxu asked me to bring you a new ointment, saying it can remove scars."
Her hand slid down to his left arm, her movements extremely gentle. "How about I change your dressing tonight, baby?"
She pronounced the word "baby" so softly and sweetly, like a piece of candy coated in honey, making one's heart tremble.
Rong Shenghan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "Okay."
Yu Jiuyuan smiled even sweeter and leaned in to kiss his lips, again and again, as if she were savoring a delicious dessert.
Her kiss was deliberately gentle, yet it made him lose control more than any intense entanglement.
"Sheng Han, I love you," she said again, her voice as soft as a sigh, yet clearly penetrating his ears.
"I love you, baby."
"I really, really love it."
She repeated it over and over again, as if chanting some kind of spell.
Rong Shenghan let her snuggle in his arms, but he knew very well that Yuan Yuan's "love" was like sand in his hand; it looked full, but if he held it tightly, it would slip through his fingers.
But he insisted on reaching out and willingly accepting this fleeting warmth.
The wall clock struck seven, a reminder that night was deepening.
Yu Jiuyuan's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, breaking the tranquility of the living room.
Her face flushed, and she burrowed even deeper into his arms, like a shy ostrich.
Rong Shenghan chuckled and led her to the dining table, saying, "Drink the soup first, or it will get cold."
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