Chapter 71 You thought two years had passed...
Zhou Yue stared at her, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. The next second, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, the force almost out of control, slamming her against the door. The wooden door groaned, and the narrow space suddenly felt suffocating.
Xia Zhiyao trembled violently, raised her hand to push him away, and said in a cold voice, "Let go of me!"
Zhou Yue remained motionless, his eyes dark and intense, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair. He growled in a low voice, "I can't let go!"
His hot breath brushed against her cheek, carrying bitterness and an intense, suppressed pain.
Xia Zhiyao tilted her head back, cornered with no way out. She tried desperately to push him away, her fingertips pressed against his chest, but he grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly against his heart.
"Did you hear that?" Zhou Yue's voice was low and hoarse, trembling almost as if it were about to break. "Here, we have never let you go."
Xia Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat, and the coldness in her eyes finally broke through for a moment, replaced by an uncontrollable bitterness. Her lips trembled, but she still bit off her words, forcing a cold voice: "That's your own business."
Zhou Yue suddenly leaned down, so close that she could almost feel the heat of his breath, his eyes burning so intense that there was nowhere to escape: "Xia Zhiyao, if you really didn't care about me, you wouldn't have opened the door."
With nowhere to retreat, Xia Zhiyao pressed her back firmly against the door, her eyes flickering, yet she still maintained a cold demeanor: "I opened the door because... I'm too lazy to get entangled with you."
A faint smile touched Zhou Yue's lips, a smile that held an almost cruel certainty. His voice was low and husky, as if it were being ground from his chest: "Then you can continue to deceive yourself."
Xia Zhiyao's breathing became erratic, but the next moment, she suddenly raised her eyes, forcefully suppressing the wavering in her heart, and coldly said, "Zhou Yue, don't force me."
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair. His emotions, which had been suppressed for too long, finally broke down at this moment.
"Xia Zhiyao..." he growled, his voice hoarse and almost torn, "Don't push me too far!"
Xia Zhiyao's chest trembled from the shock, but she still stared straight at him, her eyes cold and sharp: "What are you doing here today? Are you trying to cling to me like a leech, Zhou Yue?"
A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, her words piercingly cutting: "Didn't you go on blind dates? What, now you're coming here to interrogate me?"
She stared at him, her voice sharper: "How come I didn't realize you were this kind of person before?"
Zhou Yue's expression suddenly changed. The next second, he pushed the door open, stretched out his long arm, grabbed her wrist hard, and pinned her against the cold wall of the entryway.
The movement was ruthless and out of control, yet it was also cautious to the point of madness, as if she would disappear into the night again if he let go.
His breathing was rapid and disordered. He leaned closer, his voice low and broken, like a roar torn from his throat: "I fucking can't let go."
He stared intently at her, his eyes bloodshot, each word uttered with fierce intensity: "You think that just because two years have passed, I can stop loving you?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Yue stared blankly at her. He wanted to laugh, but his laugh was extremely broken, his lips stiffly tugged, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The next second, he suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms, his strength almost desperate: "You think you can push me away with just a few words?"
He buried his face in her neck and shoulders, his voice low and husky, trembling with barely suppressed emotion: "Xia Zhiyao, do you know how I've been these past two years?"
Xia Zhiyao's breath caught in her throat, her shoulders stiffened, and she pressed her hands against his chest, trying desperately to push him away. But his embrace was as tight as an iron hoop, and no matter how much she struggled, she could only remain trapped in place.
"Let me go, Zhou Yue!" she said coldly, her fingertips pressing hard against his chest, her lips pressed tightly together, but her eyes uncontrollably welling up with tears.
Zhou Yue didn't loosen his grip; instead, he held on even tighter. The burning sensation in his chest mingled with the choked sobs in his throat. He growled, "I can't let go! I haven't let go since the day you left!"
Xia Zhiyao's heart trembled violently, and tears finally welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall. She turned her head away, gritted her teeth, and said in a cold, trembling voice, "Zhou Yue, the way you are doing this will only make me want to leave even more."
Zhou Yue's body stiffened abruptly, and his breath stopped abruptly. Those words pierced his heart like a knife, and blood gushed out along the blade.
He slowly loosened his grip for a moment, but his eyes were filled with utter loss of control and pleading: "Try it, Xia Zhiyao... Even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will chase you back."
He stared at her, his eyes bloodshot, each word uttered with fierce intensity, almost tearing out: "I'm fucking back to find you!"
His throat bobbed, and he suddenly laughed, but it was a bitter laugh, full of self-mockery and heartbreak. His fingers gripped her shoulder tightly, as if he wanted to etch her into his bones: "Either you harden your heart and never talk to me again."
His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were completely out of control, almost questioning, almost pleading: "But what about you? You slept with me and then tried to distance yourself from me!"
His forehead pressed heavily against hers, their hot breaths mingling, as if trying to burn each other to ashes. Zhou Yue's gaze was as black as the sea, his obsession intense to the point of madness, his voice low and hoarse: "Do you think I can just stand by and watch you entangle with another man and pretend I don't care?"
"Xia Zhiyao, you really overestimate me." He gritted his teeth, each word like iron, his voice extremely low: "I'm not here to question you."
"I'm here to tell you, Xia Zhiyao, you can only be mine."
"In this lifetime, you can only be mine."
In the dim light, the shadows of the two intertwined on the wall, like two trapped beasts locked in a deep abyss of fate, refusing to yield.
Zhou Yue's eyes were churning with a mixture of love and pain, suppressed to the extreme yet nakedly devoid of any way out. It was a crazy love that, even after being torn apart, still stubbornly clung on and refused to let go.
He stared intently at her, his voice so low it was almost cracking, his eyes bloodshot: "Xia Zhiyao, I've loved you for so many years..."
He pulled her even tighter, his chest heaving as if it were about to burst, his breath coming in rapid, trembling gasps: "Did you ever, even for a second, feel any pity for me? I followed in your footsteps back, setting aside all my pride, chasing after you with all my might..."
He stopped mid-sentence, as if something was blocking his throat, and his voice suddenly choked. But his eyes burned even more fiercely, almost desperately: "Can you turn around and look at me? Tell me the truth... did you ever love me?"
Xia Zhiyao's fingertips trembled as she gripped his shirt tightly, her breathing rapid and her eyes darting around uncertainly. That intense gaze left her nowhere to escape, pushing all her stubbornness to the edge of a precipice.
After a long silence, her lips trembled for a long time before she finally spoke in a low voice. Her voice was as soft as a sigh, trembling uncontrollably: "...I loved."
Zhou Yue froze, his entire body stiffening abruptly. "...Loved you?" His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes narrowed sharply, his smile shattered, his voice low and trembling: "You only gave me a past tense?"
His arms tightened suddenly, almost as if he wanted to knead her into his bones, as if he wanted to force more answers out of her.
"Xia Zhiyao!" Zhou Yue's voice was almost hoarse, filled with a tearing pain, "I chased after you with all my might, not to hear you tell me 'I loved you'!"
His forehead was pressed tightly against hers, his eyes bloodshot and burning hot: "I don't want to have loved you, I fucking want you to tell me right now that you still love me!"
Xia Zhiyao gripped his shirt tightly with her fingertips, tears finally spilling from the corners of her eyes. She closed her eyes, her throat tightened, her body trembled slightly, but she bit her lip hard and stopped speaking.
Zhou Yue stared at the tear, his eyes suddenly trembling as if shattered by something, and he swayed precariously. He opened his mouth, his voice low and almost collapsing: "Zhiyao... don't be like this, I can't take it..."
Before he could finish speaking, his kiss was already upon her, a frenzy of reunion, their lips and teeth intertwined, a tearing, ruthless act as if he wanted to crush all the pain, longing, and resentment of the past two years.
His hand gripped the back of her head, trembling violently, yet he refused to loosen his grip even slightly. It was like a drowning person clutching a piece of driftwood, an obsession that refused to be let go even after being abandoned.
"Why did you leave..." he murmured on her lips, his voice hoarse and broken, a mixture of crying and laughing, full of questioning and self-torture.
Why didn't you tell me...?
Every word felt like blood, scraped from the depths of his throat, a desperate plea, "Speak, tell me..."
His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was trembling so badly he was on the verge of collapse. His kiss was filled with tearing pain and love that had nowhere to go.
Zhou Yue's voice was as if it had been scorched by fire, low and trembling, yet each word was spoken with unwavering resolve: "Xia Zhiyao... I love you, it's my own choice."
"It was my own choice, you didn't force me." He raised his hand, awkwardly cupping her tear-streaked face, his thumb gently wiping away the corner of her eye. "Are you afraid I'll regret it?"
His gaze was intense, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was so low it was almost breaking: "My only regret... is that when you left that day, I couldn't chase after you and bring you back. I searched everywhere, but I didn't know where you went. If I had known it would be like this, I would have hidden your passport so you would never find it..."
Xia Zhiyao froze, tears streaming down her face. Her chest ached as she choked back sobs, shaking her head. Her voice trembled. "I'm sorry... I really didn't know..."
Zhou Yue suddenly chuckled softly, a bitter laugh, yet with an unprecedented firmness: "What future, what life... without you, nothing can be considered a future."
His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing rapid, but his tone was low and resolute: "Xia Zhiyao, you are the one I want most in this life. I don't want anything else."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled her into a tight embrace again, as if he wanted to use this moment to fill in all the emptiness and rift of the past two years.
Xia Zhiyao was held tightly in his arms, tears soaking his shoulder. She was trembling all over, her lips bitten until they turned white, but she finally had no strength left to push him away.
After a long while, she slowly raised her fingers and trembled as she hugged him. Under the living room light, they looked like two wounded shadows, clinging to each other tightly, never to be separated again.
Zhou Yue suddenly cupped her face in his hands, his lips falling repeatedly, her forehead, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, the corners of her lips, every part of her face burning hot and disheveled, with a trembling that was suppressed to the point of despair.
Zhou Yue suddenly cupped her face in his hands, his lips falling repeatedly, her forehead, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, the corners of her lips, every part of her face burning hot and disheveled, with a trembling that was suppressed to the point of despair.
"Tell me, are you smart or stupid? Xia Zhiyao..." He scolded her again and again, his voice choked with emotion, but his lips were as gentle as if he were coaxing a fragile dream.
Xia Zhiyao nestled in his arms, trembling with sobs, her tears streaming down her face and soaking his shoulder. It felt as if her heart had been ripped open by his words, blood exposed to the air.
Her voice trembled, as if she had used up all her strength, and she spoke softly, "And now... Zhou Yue..."
Before he could finish speaking, he tightened his arms around her, pulling her close without hesitation. His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice low and husky, yet resolute: "Xia Zhiyao, in this life, I want nothing but you." His tone was like a vow etched into his very bones, heavy and unquestionable.
Only their intermittent, rapid breathing filled the room, like an out-of-control storm sweeping away the pain and longing that had been building up for two years.
Zhou Yue cupped her face and kissed her again. His lips and tongue lingered, filled with a deep longing and unease. His kiss was urgent, even fierce, and his breath was so hot it was almost scorching.
His fingertips gripped her trembling nape, with an almost pleading stubbornness and a fear of loss, the force of which was both mad and as careful as if he were protecting the most fragile treasure in the world.
Xia Zhiyao did not push him away. She closed her eyes and let him hold her. Her eyes were red and her fingertips trembled slightly, but in the end she could not break free, nor did she want to.
From the moment he rushed up and called her name from outside the door, she knew that this relationship was never something she could easily let go of.
Their clothes were torn off bit by bit in a hurry, the movements were chaotic and messy, but they carried a long-suppressed desire and an extremely fragile dependence, desperately trying to find a gap where they could breathe in each other's arms.
Zhou Yue lowered his head, his brows and eyes disheveled, his breath hot and trembling, his gaze fixed on her without leaving her for a moment, his eyes churning with fear, longing and near collapse, as if afraid that she would disappear again in the next second.
In the final moment of their union, Xia Zhiyao let out a low sob, her body trembling slightly, her fingertips gripping his back tightly, like a drowning person desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood.
Zhou Yue tightened his embrace, as if he had finally found his long-lost soul. He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse and almost broken, softly calling her name again and again: "Zhiyao...Zhiyao...don't leave me...please..."
The voice was as low as a sigh in the wind, yet it concealed a deep-seated fear and an extremely humble plea, as if if she let go, he would fall into an abyss once again.
Xia Zhiyao burst into tears, choking back sobs and barely able to speak. She could only hug herself tighter, as if giving herself away completely.
I responded to him with all my might.
It was an attachment that words could not convey, a heart that finally crumbled completely after two years of turmoil.
The night was deep, and the light and shadows inside the house flickered. The fierce storm had finally passed, leaving only the two of them entangled, quietly curled up in the mess and lingering warmth.
Xia Zhiyao's face was still buried in Zhou Yue's chest, her tears still wet, her breath trembling slightly. Zhou Yue held her as if she were the whole world.
His hand gently stroked her back, his movements clumsy yet careful as if afraid of shattering something. His forehead rested lightly on the top of her head, his breathing heavy but gradually slowing down.
Xia Zhiyao slowly raised her hand, wrapped it around his waist, and pressed her whole body against his chest.
At that moment, neither of them spoke, but simply held each other in silence. They embraced each other like that, with wounds and tears, and with the determination that they could never let go again.
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