The rain during the Qingming Festival always carries a lingering coolness, pattering softly against the French windows of the villa, creating a blurry watermark.
Yu Jiuyuan nestled in Rong Shenghan's arms watching an old movie. The cashmere blanket covered both of their knees, but her feet restlessly rubbed against his calves, like a cat looking for a warm stove.
"Are you cold?" Rong Shenghan reached out and pulled her closer to his chest, his left hand gently pressing on her ankle, which was still a little cool from the rain when he went to the yard to pick pear blossoms.
His wound had completely healed, leaving only a light pink scar, which was now gently undulating with the movement of his fingertips, like a sleeping snake.
"It's not cold."
Yu Jiuyuan tilted her head back, her nose brushing against his chin, her breath mingling with the scent of ebony from his body and the damp air from outside the window. "Baby's arms are the warmest."
She's been calling him "baby" more and more lately, with a touch of coquettish sweetness that always brings a gentle warmth to Rong Shenghan's eyes, like soil softened by spring rain.
The lines from the movie gradually faded, leaving only the intertwined breaths of the two flowing in the quiet living room, blending with the sound of rain to create a gentle melody.
"Yuanxu sent me a message today saying that the cherry blossom specimens in the lab are ready and asked if I wanted to see them."
Rong Shenghan suddenly spoke, his fingertip tracing the blue line on her pinky ring, where a soft white light shone, the color of a calm mood, like the sky after a rain.
Yu Jiuyuan shook her head and snuggled deeper into his arms: "No, I just want to stay with you."
She didn't care about cherry blossom specimens, student council affairs, or Xie Zhecheng and Lin Yanran, whom she hadn't yet won over.
Today is Qingming Festival, a holiday for them. She just wants to be a pampered young lady nestled in his arms, without having to think about or do anything.
The blue light from the pinky ring flickered gently, like a star being blown by the wind.
Rong Shenghan's positive emotional fluctuations have risen to 150, higher than ever before, like a wheat field nourished by rain, where gentle vines are quietly growing in his heart.
"Are you hungry?" He kissed the top of her head, his voice low like a sigh. "There's a white fungus and lotus seed soup in the kitchen, with rock sugar."
"I want you to feed me." Yu Jiuyuan stretched out her arm, like a spoiled little animal, "and I want you to cool it down before I eat."
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly. As he picked her up, the cashmere blanket slipped onto the carpet, revealing her fair ankles.
His hands slipped under her knees, and he steadily carried her into the kitchen, his movements as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times.
The casserole was kept warm on an induction cooker. When the lid was lifted, a sweet aroma mixed with the steam wafted out.
Rong Shenghan scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently before bringing it to her lips: "Eat slowly, be careful it's hot."
Yu Jiuyuan opened her mouth and held the spoon in her mouth. As she pulled away, the corner of her lips inadvertently brushed against his fingertips, leaving a warm, damp residue.
Rong Shenghan's breath hitched, and the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by desire, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
"Baby food tastes so good," she mumbled, her eyes gleaming with the cunning of a fox that had just stolen a piece of candy.
The rain was still falling outside the window, tapping against the kitchen glass, as if providing accompaniment for this silent flirtation.
Rong Shenghan fed her spoonful after spoonful, his gaze always fixed on her satisfied smile, as if he were holding not the white fungus soup, but the most precious treasure in the world.
After finishing the soup, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly pulled Rong Shenghan's hand and walked upstairs.
Her steps were light, like dancing on raindrops, and her pinky ring shimmered in the stairwell light.
"What are you doing?" Rong Shenghan let her lead him, his eyes filled with indulgent smiles.
"To make it up to you." Yu Jiuyuan turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "We agreed to do it again and again."
Her words were like a feather, gently tickling Rong Shenghan's heart, making him almost unable to control himself.
The bedroom curtains weren't fully drawn, and raindrops seeped in through the gaps, casting dappled light and shadow on the floor like a flowing painting.
Yu Jiuyuan pushed him to sit on the bed, then straddled his lap, gently unbuttoning his shirt with her fingers.
Her movements were slow, with a deliberate gentleness, her fingertips tracing his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually quickening.
"Sheng Han, I love you." She lowered her head and gently kissed his heart, her voice as soft as a sigh.
"I love you, baby."
"I really love it."
She repeated it over and over again, as if chanting some kind of spell.
Rong Shenghan tightened his arms, holding her even closer, and his kiss landed fiercely, filled with suppressed desire and tenderness.
The sound of rain outside the window gradually faded, leaving only the two of them breathing in the quiet bedroom, like a gentle love song.
Yu Jiuyuan was extra careful to avoid the scar on his left arm, her movements as gentle as if she were protecting a fragile treasure.
She knew that the scar was because of her, a mark left by Ji Luoqin, and proof of his love for her.
"Does it hurt?" She suddenly stopped, gently stroking the light pink scar with her fingertips, a barely perceptible hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.
"It doesn't hurt." Rong Shenghan kissed the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse. "With you here, it doesn't hurt."
His words were like a pebble thrown into a deep lake, instantly creating ripples in Yu Jiuyuan's heart.
She found that she seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on this man.
She couldn't live without his gentleness, his tolerance, or the starry sky in his eyes that belonged only to her when he looked at her.
Perhaps, this is the backlash.
She thought she was in control, but unknowingly, this most obedient pet had woven a tight, impenetrable net of tenderness around her.
The rain gradually stopped, and a sliver of light appeared on the horizon.
Yu Jiuyuan nestled in Rong Shenghan's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, her fingertips gently tracing the palm of his hand.
His hands were warm, calloused from years of holding pens, yet they always gave her the most reassuring feeling.
"Where do you want to go tomorrow?" Rong Shenghan kissed the top of her head, his voice languid from just waking up.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Yu Jiuyuan shook her head and snuggled deeper into his arms. “I just want to stay at home with you, watch the rain, sleep, and do naughty things.”
Her words made Rong Shenghan chuckle. The vibration in his chest transmitted through their close bodies, making her involuntarily snuggle closer to him.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery glow on their intertwined figures, like a gentle dream.
Looking at his sleeping profile, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that perhaps this kind of life wasn't so bad.
No need for scheming, no need for pretense, no need to think about those unfinished missions, just be a pampered young lady, a crazy person who only wants to spoil their own pet.
At least, on this rainy day of Qingming Festival, they belonged completely to each other.
The blue light of the pinky ring shimmered softly in the moonlight, as if silently witnessing the gentleness of the night.
Yu Jiuyuan lowered her head and gently kissed Rong Shenghan's forehead, her gesture as devout as if she were making some eternal promise.
Goodnight, my baby.
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