Chapter 217 The sound of rain seemed to have stopped, yet it also seemed not to have stopped.
Feng Jin stared at her, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Only the sound of rain outside and the silent standoff between the two remained in the bedroom.
After waiting for a moment and seeing that he did not react, Shen Yuepo reached out and gently scratched his palm.
Feng Jin's palm twitched, his fingers curled slightly, but he did not grasp her hand in return.
He remained silent, simply looking at her.
Shen Yuepo's heart softened, and she moved even closer, almost touching his nose:
"Fengjin..."
She called to him in a soft voice, drawing out the last syllable.
Feng Jin's Adam's apple bobbed.
He finally gave in, raising his hand to gently brush away the stray strands of hair from her cheek.
"The Soul of the Sinking Moon".
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing too many emotions.
Shen Yuepo turned her head to look at him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a small shadow under her eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Let's get married once we've dealt with Yun Jingyan."
Shen Yuepo was stunned.
Her breath caught for a moment, and her pupils dilated slightly.
The silence lasted a few seconds, which seemed exceptionally long amidst the sound of rain. Then, the corners of her mouth slowly began to turn up.
“Feng Jin,” she tilted her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with laughter, and deliberately asked, “Are you… proposing?”
Feng Jin frowned again.
This time, I wasn't angry, but confused.
He stared at her for a long while before slowly speaking, his tone tinged with surprise:
"I thought I had already prayed for it back in Fengdu."
Shen Yuepo recalled the words that made her heart burn: "I hope you will be my wife in every lifetime."
Seeing that she remained silent, Feng Jin's gaze gradually darkened.
He gripped her wrist, not with much force, but with an air of absolute certainty that she couldn't break free.
"What," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "you want to back out?"
Shen Yuepo grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers.
"How could I possibly go back on my word?"
Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear; every word was like a promise.
"Feng Jin, there is no one in this world more worthy of me than you."
The moment she said those words, she saw Feng Jin's pupils visibly contract.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the tense lines of his jaw gradually relaxed, and the deep displeasure in his eyes melted away like ice and snow.
He didn't speak, he just stared at her, as if trying to etch this moment into his soul.
Shen Yuepo felt her heart burning as he looked at her, and suddenly reached out to cup his face, tilting her head back to kiss him.
It wasn't the kind of fleeting, superficial touch we had before.
It was a solid, forceful kiss; the moment their lips touched, they even made a soft "pop" sound.
Feng Jin raised his eyebrows high.
He leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them, and looked at her with a leisurely air, his dark golden eyes gleaming with a playful light.
“Chen Yuepo,” he said slowly, his thumb tracing her reddened earlobe, “didn’t you say before that you can’t kiss someone if they haven’t brushed their teeth…forgot?”
Shen Yuepo's face flushed instantly. She remembered how righteous and indignant she had been when she pushed him away earlier.
As expected... the boomerang eventually came back to him.
"I…"
Her eyes darted around, her ears turning bright red, but she still stubbornly raised her chin, saying confidently, "I don't mind you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Jin moved.
He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, his movements so swift they created a gust of wind.
The mattress sank deeply due to the sudden increase in weight, and Shen Yuepo sank into the soft mattress. Before he could react, his wrist was grabbed.
"That's perfect, I don't mind at all."
Feng Jin's voice was low, his hot breath brushing against her ear.
He took her hand and led her downwards, reaching into that warmth.
Shen Yuepo's hand trembled as if electrocuted, his fingertips instinctively curling up, but he held them firmly in place.
Outside, the rain was pouring down.
The rain pounded against the glass as if urging something on.
Inside the house, it was also pouring rain.
Feng Jin's kisses fell like raindrops, descending from Chen Yuepo's slender neck to finally rest on her towering curves.
The rough friction of the fabric made her gasp sharply.
He was wearing pajama bottoms, and that fabric became the most hateful barrier and the best instrument of torture.
With a flick of his finger, Feng Jin caused the clothes on the two of them to instantly turn into specks of light.
His voice was terribly hoarse, "It's too much trouble, don't wear it next time."
Shen Yuepo's face flushed even more from his words.
His lips seemed to taste some honey, lingering there, forcing her to tilt her head back, her neck forming an alluring curve.
"Um……"
A broken nasal sound escaped, and Shen Yuepo's breathing was already disordered and chaotic. Her fingertips dug deeply into the quilt beneath her, clenching and unclenching.
Feng Jin's palm was burning hot as it slid down her waistline.
Shen Yuepo's eyes were already shimmering with tears, like distant mountains shrouded in rain and mist, hazy and indistinct.
Feng Jin's hot breath brushed against her ear, and his fingertips slowly slid down her back, finally stopping at her tailbone, where he gently pressed.
"Hmm..."
Feng Jin grunted, but instead of stopping, he intensified his attack.
Shen Yuepo's fingers scratched red marks on his back.
The sounds of screaming, rain, and the muffled creaking of the mattress springs all blended together.
Shen Yuepo's voice shattered, turning into a series of off-key sobs, and his fingers scratched at his back, leaving red marks.
The sound of rain seemed to have stopped, yet it also seemed not to have stopped; it was just drowned out by my heartbeat.
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