Out of control
Nie's words were like touching something that shouldn't be touched, and he quickly withdrew his hand, sat back in the passenger seat, and stiffly said: "I'm not cold."
She's really silly, always having an illusion that things are still the same as before.
Lu Yiheng looked at his empty hand, the tip of his finger still feeling the chill she left behind, and smiled bitterly. "Nie Zhiyan, you're rejecting me."
The rain is getting smaller and has a tendency to stop, like silkworms, forming a delicate and dense net, fluttering down, this kind of weather always makes people feel irritable.
Nie Ziyu doesn't like rainy days and never has.
The scenery outside the window is hazy and misty, as if covered with a thick layer of color, making people feel suffocated.
"I don't reject you," she said, closing her eyes as if making a huge decision. "We're not seventeen or eighteen anymore, we've passed the age of innocence, Lu Yiheng." She looked at him steadily, with a misty haze in her eyes. "You and I should keep our distance."
She turned around, and the water vapor on the windshield in front of her obscured everything. Nie Zhiyan suddenly felt an urge to cry.
"What's going on?" His suddenly cold tone was even more chilling than the freezing wind, and she knew he was angry.
But she didn't say anything wrong either.
There is another her in his heart.
The moment she saw him at the wedding, she knew that the boy who used to be full of smiles had a shadow in his heart that could never be erased.
It's not just him who understands her, she also understands him very well.
If there hadn't been a heart-wrenching experience, if there hadn't been a soul-stirring pain, how would there be the current Lu Yiheng?
How did Lu Yiheng become so quiet and lonely now, with a dejected attitude that has fallen into the dust?
"Yes," she gritted her teeth, "distance."
Suddenly a shadow swooped in and completely blocked her line of sight, her face was roughly turned to one side by a pair of hands.
Nie Zhiyan stared at the suddenly enlarged handsome face in front of him, and for a moment, he didn't know how to react.
"Distance..." Long fingers gently rubbed against her cheek, the warmth of his fingertips scorching. He asked in a low voice: "Yanyan, what kind of distance do you want?"
The sudden change left her at a loss, and she could only stare blankly at his handsome eyebrows and eyes. Nie Zhiyan had never felt so deeply that he was no longer the naive young man he once was.
The little boy who used to be naive is now a man.
But she never accepted this change.
"...you..."
"Is it such a distance?" he interrupted her.
Kissed her forehead.
Nie Zhiyan's mind went blank with a loud crash.
"Is it still such a distance?"
He kissed her cheek.
"Or a closer distance?"
He lowered his head, grasped her lips and tongue, and kissed her fiercely, ungentle, scorching and out of control.
He didn't want to scare her either, he kept reminding himself that he couldn't rush, Lu Yiheng, you've been apart for seven years, and you're not a young boy anymore, can't be so impatient.
Seven years have passed, what else can't be endured?
However, several months passed and for every step he took forward, she retreated two steps back.
After all, I lost control and let emotions dominate reason.
The gentle touch on her lips belongs to her, the countless nights and days of more than 2,500 years ago, he fantasized about it, yearning for it to the extreme.
Can't bear to part with it, no matter how hard you try to suppress it.
(Comrades, you want it, just click on it and it's OK, or else I'll abuse the male lead to death... Ah, my face is also becoming a bitter melon face...... Waiting for your rescue! By the way, the part in parentheses at the end of each chapter does not count towards the word count, I won't mention this again. Each chapter has at least 1,000 words, although updates are not many now, but will slowly increase! I'll work hard to produce results!!!!!! Those who have the ability, please support me and cultivate into a pair!!!!!)
