That night, Song Yansheng took charge of everything. He was enthusiastic, and Shi Nuan didn’t resist much, though her awkwardness gave him the greatest encouragent.
This was the girl he loved, the girl he watched grow up, from his youthful years to now, nearly thirty, the girl he never forgot.
Shi Nuan’s body was so soft it almost lost its support, or perhaps that support existed in the man nad Song Yansheng.
From the doorway once, then after, they moved to the bed. He was even more passionate and intense. Her body was sensitive; she wanted to cry out but dared not.
In the dimness, all scents and sounds were ambiguous, while outside, the night was distinctly cool and thin.
A stark contrast.
When it ended again, Shi Nuan was too tired to move, her eyes fixedly staring at the dim ceiling.
Feeling the man’s firm body and warmth, he didn’t leave, his handso face buried in her neck, breathing deeply.
It seed after a long ti, Song Yansheng sighed softly, raised his head, then reached out and touched Shi Nuan’s face.
Her skin was very smooth and soft, the touch was comfortable, yet he felt wet traces.
He felt a bit of heartache at once. Earlier, he was a bit forceful and not gentle; he must have hurt her.
"Sorry!" he said softly, then kissed away the moisture from her lips and face.
Shi Nuan felt the man’s tenderness, not knowing what to say, just stretched out her hand, wrapping around Song Yansheng’s neck, her whole body pressed against him.
Song Yansheng paused, tightened his arms around her, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Shi Nuan gently shook her head, said nothing, or perhaps didn’t even know what to say.
Just at that mont, she felt very empty. Loved ones and friends she trusted left her one by one.
No one was there to depend on, nor anyone she could rely on.
She pretended to be strong; from eleven to now, a full decade passed, she was indeed very tired.
On this cool night, even if it was Song Yansheng, she wanted to rest for a mont, in his arms, in the warmth she could feel, to rest well for a mont.
Song Yansheng stopped asking, gently caressing Shi Nuan’s body, kissing her shoulder and cheek, his body never leaving hers.
But always pressing her, afraid she would tire, he rolled to the side, wrapped her in his arms, and pulled the air conditioning blanket over both of them.
Later, the breath of the person in his arms gradually cald, Shi Nuan fell asleep.
Yet, even asleep, her body still curled up small in his embrace.
How insecure she was, yet Nuan Nuan, if you know my feelings for you, would you accept? Or would you reject?
If you accept, would you be willing to forget everything in the past, fall in love with , rely on , trust , grow old with , and spend this life together?
In the dimness, the handso man sighed softly, lowered his head, left a kiss on the forehead of the woman in his arms, his voice barely audible as it quietly drifted in the night.
He said, "Nuannuan, I love you!"
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During the weekend, Song Yansheng stayed with Shi Nuan in Dong Garden.
Most of the ti was spent nestled in the study, occasionally going out for walks, and three als they cooked themselves.
And at night, naturally accompanied by passion and ambiguity.
Shi Nuan seed to have gotten used to Song Yansheng’s intimacy, or perhaps also accepted this outco, this destiny.
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