The outline of the sun sank into the green mountains, and the sky gradually darkened.
Lights were turned on in every household, and the aroma of food wafted in the air.
Tang Xili leaned on the door frame of the kitchen door, her arms folded across her chest, her eyes following the tall and busy figure in front of the stove.
The man was wearing a black casual thin shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong and muscular forearms.
The pair of big hands with clear veins held the pot and spoon, stirring and frying with skillful movements.
The light of the range hood was on, shining on his face. In the rising smoke, she could clearly see his slightly drooping eyelashes, each one distinct and with a slender silhouette.
It has such a down-to-earth feel.
Looking at him, Tang Xili suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
After more than ten years of ups and downs, she was like a rootless duckweed, drifting in this world, with a place to come but no way to return.
And he was the Peach Blossom Spring that she had suddenly encountered, blooming a riot of flowers on her gloomy and rugged road, guiding her soul to find the exit.
He is gentle, polite and so understanding.
What should I do? I’m a little greedy for this kind of warmth.
Can a person who is afraid to sleep soundly, afraid of being shot in the head at any time, have it? Will it have any results?
Tang Xili was a little confused.
In fact, no matter from which perspective, they are people from two different worlds. He is a well-behaved son of a noble family, while she is a gang leader, two extremes of good and evil.
In ancient times, a member of the evil cult like her would probably be attacked by the righteous alliance and killed by anyone.
Several delicious dishes were placed on the table. Yong Zhixu washed his hands again and pulled the girl who was leaning against the door frame in a daze to sit at the table.
Seeing that she was staring at him, the man raised his hand and rubbed her head naturally and intimately, "What's wrong?"
Tang Xili came back to her senses and laughed at her own analogy, "Nothing."
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bamboo shoots, and put them into his bowl. "Eat."
The man pinched her cheek and said, "Okay, let's eat."
The meal was very quiet, as neither of them liked to talk while eating.
After dinner, Yong Zhixu cleared the dishes and took Tang Xili's hand to take a walk in the courtyard.
The sky is clear and the stars are sparse, and the white moonlight is scattered on the ground like frost and snow.
It was quiet all around, with only the rustling sound of leaves in the night wind.
"Thank you." Tang Xili spoke, breaking the silence.
She spoke incoherently, and Yong Zhixu paused for three seconds before realizing that she was referring to what happened today.
The man stopped, held her cheek with his warm hands, and kissed her forehead, his eyes serious.
"Yangyang, I told you, you don't need to thank me."
He extended his thumb and stroked her smooth cheek, his gaze engraved into her eyes, "Don't be so distant, I'll be sad if you do this."
It will make him feel that to her, he is always just an insignificant outsider.
Tang Xili had no intention of making him sad, but they were no longer children, and he shouldn't be so unreserved.
What if, in the end, they can't be together? How can she repay him for what he has done?
"Third brother, don't be so nice to me, what if we..."
The man stopped her from speaking when he put his slightly warm fingers against her lips.
He understood her concerns.
"Yangyang..." Yong Zhixu held her in his arms, caressing the back of her head lovingly with his big hands, his voice low and gentle, "Even if in the end, you don't want to be with me anymore, I still hope that we won't get lost."
"Because..." The man kissed her hair, "I not only want to be your man, but also your relative. If you are tired one day, come to me, sit down, and I will cook for you. Do you understand?"
Ever since he knew her past, he couldn't sleep at night whenever he thought of him.
If there was a time machine, he would definitely go back to her childhood, bring her to his side, raise her, love her, and make her the happiest child in the world.
"Relatives?" Tang Xili's eyes flickered as she read these two words.
[Whenever you feel tired, come to me, sit down, and I will cook for you.]
[Sit down and I'll cook for you...]
Just like just now?
It's clearly not some gorgeous and sweet love talk...
Tang Xili couldn't help but take a deep breath, and an indescribable feeling of swelling surged in her heart, as if something was expanding and submerging.
On such an ordinary night, the drifting duckweed seemed to have self-awareness, quietly taking root and sprouting, giving birth to blood and flesh.
"Okay." She held his hand tightly, smiled, and returned to the villa with him.
Going up to the second floor, when passing by the guest room, Yong Zhixu stopped, opened the door and the light and asked her, "Do you like this room?"
Tang Xili raised her eyebrows, guest room?
He begged her to live in his house. Didn't he want to do it with her?
As soon as this thought came out, he was hit on the forehead.
"What are you thinking about? Is your third brother that kind of person?"
Tang Xili touched the spot where he had played the piano and smiled playfully, "Do you dare to say that you don't have any thoughts?"
Yong Zhixu was choked and dared not speak.
Because there was indeed a little scheming involved. He didn't want Han Song to bother her, so he brought her here on purpose so that he could keep him out.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Tang Xili thought he agreed and gave a teasing smile that said "I knew it would be like this."
She hooked her arms around the man's neck, jumped into his arms, and wrapped her legs around his muscular waist.
Her lips touched his ear, like a bewitching temptation, "Have you thought about how to serve me tonight?"
The hot breath poured into the cochlea, and the man's breathing became heavier.
His calm phoenix eyes were burning with fire. He raised his hands, wrapped them around her slender waist, and kissed her lips.
They walked towards his room while kissing, and when the kiss ended, they were already in the bathroom.
The man held Koala in his arms and came to the bathtub. He adjusted the temperature, filled the water, and whispered in her ear, "First, give Yangyang a bath..."
The water in the bathtub tumbled up and down, overflowing all over the floor.
Only when the water turned cold did the man pick her up, clean her, put her on the bed, and continue what he had not finished.
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The moon gradually set in the west. In the Park Hyatt Hotel, Han Song stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking in the direction of Chaohua Academy like a sculpture.
The room was dark, with only the flickering light of the cigarette on his fingertips.
There was a pile of countless cigarette butts under his feet. He had been standing there for who knows how many hours.
Finally, he moved, picked up the wine on the agate table beside him, took a sip, and sneered, "Yangyang... He... Yangyang..."
He used to call her Xiaoli, and she would tell him to get lost with a cold face.
In the silent night, paranoia breeds a terrifying possessiveness, like a handful of fire that leaves burning embers even after burning out.
After a moment, the man crushed the cigarette, smashed the wine, and a terrible cruelty appeared in his eyes.
"Eelyn, I've been chasing you for three years, and now this is the outcome. How can I accept this?"
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