After brunch, Wen Ruan was still a little uneasy. Song Yan noticed her awkwardness and, quite tacitly, kept quiet about what happened last night.
After discussing it, the two decided to work together to decorate their new home. Yesterday, they simply moved the things from the courtyard over and arranged them simply, but they haven't thought about many details yet.
Wen Ruan believes that home is a place that needs to be carefully decorated, a place where she can feel relaxed and comfortable. She has to admit that although her parents-in-law treat her very well and do not interfere with her too much, they even actively support her.
But now that they've bought their own house and can move out, they're quite happy.
Wen Ruan felt the sofa in the living room was misaligned and repeatedly called for Song Yan to adjust it.
Although there was no particular conversation between the two, an intimate atmosphere naturally emanated between them, an intimacy that was impossible for anyone to penetrate.
Around this time, the two of them spent the day decorating their new home. Wen Ruan even wrote down on a piece of paper what was still missing in the house and agreed to go and buy it the next day, the last day of Song Yan's holiday.
As night fell, the two entered the room. Wen Ruan still felt an inexplicable awkwardness, especially with Song Yan's fixed gaze, which was intense and focused on her, as if he were staring at prey.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Ruan asked nervously. She wondered what was wrong with this "dog of a man" again; he always acted strangely at night.
Song Yan stepped forward, picked her up in one swift motion, and placed her steadily on the bed. He tilted his body slightly, propped his arm above her head, and waited for her with focused attention.
Wen Ruan could feel her heart pounding wildly. Song Yan was wearing a white tank top, and Wen Ruan could even feel the veins bulging on his exposed muscles and feel his hot breath on her face...
"What exactly do you want?" Seeing that Song Yan did not respond, Wen Ruan felt her throat suddenly go dry. She licked her lips and asked again.
Song Yan's ears and face suddenly turned bright red, and he said in a trembling voice full of deep affection, "Ruan Ruan, I love you so much."
"I really love you... so... do you love me?" With a hint of trepidation, after Wen Ruan agreed to give it a try last time, he actually had some answers in his heart after spending time together, but he was still not very sure, because no one had ever made him feel so anxious and uncertain.
Wen Ruan felt her heart beating faster and faster, and for a moment she didn't know how to answer.
Seeing that the light in Song Yan's eyes had gradually faded and been filled with confusion and pain as he watched her remain silent for so long, he used his arms to prop himself up, preparing to leave...
Wen Ruan felt a sudden pang in her heart, having long forgotten her initial vow when she first transmigrated that "getting close to men would lead to unhappiness."
She reached out and grabbed Song Yan's sleeve, then casually touched his waist, wrapping her arms around him. Her voice was a little nervous: "Silly boy, didn't I tell you last night..."
He softened his voice, then responded softly and haltingly, "You win... I think... I really have fallen in love with you... Song Yan..."
Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned around and hugged her back, his excitement unable to subside for a long time.
After a long pause, he asked, "Does it still hurt from last night...?" After the incident last night, he had specially applied medicine to her so that she would feel pain.
However, Song Yan still noticed Wen Ruan's unusual behavior this morning. Because she was shy and afraid of angering her again, he held back from asking.
Wen Ruan was a little shy. She buried her head in Song Yan's arms, shook her head, and said that the pain was gone.
"Okay, that's good. It seems the ointment is working."
Before Wen Ruan could even react to what Song Yan meant, he picked her up and whispered, "It's getting late, go wash up and go to bed."
Caught off guard, Wen Ruan was startled by Song Yan's sudden suspension in mid-air. She was somewhat shocked by Song Yan's reaction and hurriedly patted his strong arms a few times...
Seeing Song Yan's unmoved expression, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes trembling, and deliberately said, "Do you want to... shower together...?" Her voice was soft and sweet, with an unconscious flirtatiousness, like a little hook.
Song Yan stumbled, opened the bathroom door, put Wen Ruan down, closed the door, and quickly left...
When Wen Ruan thought of Song Yan's flustered movements just now, she thought he was so bold, and she burst out laughing.
Before Wen Ruan could finish laughing, the bathroom door was slammed open again. The man stood in the doorway, his predatory gaze sweeping over her body. Wen Ruan could almost hear his heavy breathing.
Their eyes met, and it felt as if an invisible current was passing between them. For a moment, Wen Ruan felt as if her heart was about to stop beating...
Song Yan strode towards Wen Ruan...
The two were very close, Song Yan's chin almost touching Wen Ruan's head. He looked down at the person in his arms, and Wen Ruan felt her nose almost touch his cheek. She could clearly see the burning passion in Song Yan's deep eyes...
The vest fell to the ground... Thunder and rain lashed outside the window, drowning out all other sounds of the world...
In the middle of the night, Song Yan carried Wen Ruan out of the humid bathroom. She had already fallen into a deep sleep in his arms. Looking at Wen Ruan's flushed cheeks and red eyes, he couldn't help but gently kiss her. Then, he held her possessively and slowly closed his eyes.
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