Yun Ya instinctively resisted, then passively endured. Like a boat adrift on the ocean, she was forever unable to find a port to anchor. A big wave hit, and she sank back into the deep waters once again. The deepening kiss was almost suffocating, yet in that chaos, desire stirred restlessly, finally filling the void in her heart perfectly. "Brother Yan..." she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. Night flowed quietly, the night wind outside the window was deep and cold, but inside the room, the temperature rose steeply. Clothes scattered all over the floor, the big bed was a mess. Half-awake, she gazed dreamily at the ceiling, tender kisses fell beside her ear, and the man’s burning breath stirred her heartstrings. "Yaya..." the low, husky voice sounded by her ear, filled with passion. Her heart trembled sharply, feeling the marks he left on her body, tears finally burst out from her eyes. In that moment, the alcohol finally wore off. "Brother Yan..." she cried, holding him tightly, "Why did you come back only now? Do you know how much I’ve missed you?" Yan Song sighed, gently kissing her eyes, "I’m sorry, I came back late." Yun Ya shook her head frantically, cupping his face in her hands, examining his eyebrows and eyes carefully in the dim light. His features were more handsome, and his demeanor had become colder. The Brother Yan in her memory had finally grown into the person she liked the most. Darker, stronger, yet thinner. His skin was hard as iron, hot as fire, burning away her reason inch by inch, and she was almost overwhelmed by such strong oppression, her heart filled with tenderness. Her fingers brushed over his brows and eyes centimeter by centimeter, her lips curled up in a tender smile, but tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, disappearing into her hairline. Yan Song couldn’t bear to see her tears, reached out to wipe them away, and said softly, "Don’t cry, okay?" The gentler he was, the more her nose twitched, and she couldn’t help but sob, breaking into uncontrollable crying. So many tears flowed endlessly, just like the unspeakable pain and sorrow she harbored. Yan Song’s heart tightened painfully, holding her and comforting her, yet her tears were like a flood that couldn’t be stopped. At last, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, almost unable to see the person in front of her, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her whole body almost hanging on him. Read full story at novel-fire.net Later, they started kissing, she kissed until her mind went blank, the yearning, the bitterness, the turmoil after separation all melted into the tenderness he gave, and she no longer knew what day it was. The mature body was so enticing, he was reluctant to let go, kissing every inch of her body, at a moment she saw fireworks blooming across the sky, and her world was a white blanket of snow... She had waited so long for this day, she held his hand, her eyes glistening in the darkness. "Brother Yan, I give myself to you." He paused, sighed, kissed the corner of her lips, and held her in his arms. He raised his hand and sealed her lips, his dark eyes fixed on her, and she was almost drowning in that gentle gaze. "Let’s save this as a memory for our wedding night." Her heart trembled violently. He mentioned the wedding night... such a beautiful word, she couldn’t help but tear up, there was so much sorrow in her heart, her first tide hasn’t come yet, she had lost hope. It was like a sword always hanging over her head, and when she got close to Yan Song, that sword would sink a little, she couldn’t imagine what they would do when that day came, when she and Brother Yan had to face it. "Okay." She smiled and nodded, her eyes sparkling with tears, in Yan Song’s eyes, she was the most beautiful , his eyes deepened, he simply held her tighter. He was very tired and fell asleep soon. That night, she was sleepless. To fool Yan Song, she put on makeup and drank alcohol, yet he recognized her at a glance, perhaps this was fate. The bond between her and Yan Song, no matter how much she changed, even amidst a crowd, she could still recognize him at a glance. Brother Yan, there are so many mountains and rivers between us, yet fate has always tightly entwined us, even if the road ahead is full of swords and fires, covered with thorns, I will march on. The moment I met you, I no longer had a path to return. She hadn’t slept like that in a long time, warm and cozy as if in a mother’s embrace. Slowly opening her eyes, the room was draped with gauze curtains, yet playful sunlight still filtered in, a ray of sunlight fell on her eyelids, making her instinctively close her eyes again.