As evening fell, Shen Mengli lay on Ye Feng's chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat while recalling the events of the day. Unconsciously, she nestled even closer into his embrace.
"Mengli?"
Noticing her movement, Ye Feng reached out to brush aside the strands of hair covering Shen Mengli's forehead. Gazing into her captivating eyes, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Feng... what do you think about what happened today?"
Shen Mengli lifted her head to meet Ye Feng's gaze, seizing the moment when he pushed her hair aside to intertwine her fingers with his.
Ye Feng tried to pull away slightly, but when Shen Mengli showed no intention of letting go, he simply allowed it.
"What do I think? Mengli, what exactly do you mean...?"
"I mean, do you really believe they were sincere this time?"
Shen Mengli shot him a playful glare. Whenever it came to moments like this, Ye Feng's responses were always so vague. It made her feel that the collaboration Xie Yuyan had mentioned was even more crucial.
If she couldn’t extract the solution Ye Feng had hinted at, she would forever live in fear of losing him. That was the last thing Shen Mengli wanted.
"Well, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure either. But not only Mu Cheng and Yu Xin—even Xie Yuyan, who’s usually so stubborn—seemed unusually reserved this time. At the very least, their attitude felt genuine for now."
After a moment of thought, Ye Feng gave his answer.
"So... does that mean you want to go back?"
"Yes. Not just for your health, Mengli, but more importantly, for our future together."
"But... but Feng, don’t you prefer this kind of peaceful, rural life? If we return to the city, we won’t get to enjoy scenes like this anymore."
"I know that. But this is just reality."
"Mm..."
Hearing Ye Feng’s firm stance, Shen Mengli didn’t try to dissuade him. No matter what choice he made, she would follow him—through hardship or comfort, poverty or wealth, she would stay by the side of the one she loved.
"Then I understand. Feng, let’s go back tomorrow. But before that... can I make one small request?"
"Of course. I was actually planning to visit the children at the welfare home on our way back."
"!!!"
Ye Feng’s response clearly took Shen Mengli by surprise. It seemed all her little thoughts had been laid bare before him.
"Feng... how did you know?"
"Silly, how could I not know what’s on your mind?"
"Mmm~"
Overwhelmed by Ye Feng’s attentiveness, Shen Mengli felt a surge of happiness. She adored the way he focused on her—it was an addiction she could never shake, no matter how many times she experienced it.
"Feng, you’re so good to me. I want to repay you properly, okay~?"
Noticing the hint of mischief in Shen Mengli’s eyes, Ye Feng immediately understood her intentions. With a stern expression, he refused, "Mengli, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning. We have to pack and travel tomorrow. Priorities first, understand?"
"But this is a priority~"
Shen Mengli’s slender fingers slithered like a playful serpent, tracing teasing patterns across Ye Feng’s chest. The heat of her touch burned like a flame, searing into the depths of his heart.
"Feng, you know after today, chances like this will be rare. And... don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it too."
A glint flashed in Shen Mengli’s dazzling eyes, her crimson pupils stripping away the desires Ye Feng had buried deep within, plucking at the last taut string of his restraint.
"Gulp..."
Ye Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as his ragged breaths fanned across Shen Mengli’s face.
"Admit it, Feng. You can’t live without me anymore, can you? Just like I can’t live without you~"
One hand hooked around Ye Feng’s neck while the other caressed his cheek. When he didn’t resist, Shen Mengli grew bolder, leaning in until her lips brushed his in a featherlight kiss.
"Mwah."
Only after pressing that tender kiss did she continue, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Feng... let’s make tonight a sweet farewell, okay~?"
"Mengli..."
Thinking he was still wrestling with his self-control, Shen Mengli prepared to deliver another kiss to shatter what remained of his resolve. But before she could, Ye Feng’s strong arm suddenly locked around her waist, lifting her effortlessly into the air.
"F-Feng...?"
Dizzy from the sudden movement, Shen Mengli clutched at his collar in panic. Before she could process what was happening, Ye Feng sealed her lips in a searing kiss.
"Mmm... ngh..."
"Feng... mmm—!"
"Ah, w-wait..."
......
"Feng, can I... rest for just a second? Just a little... ah!"
......
"Nn... I was wrong, Feng. I shouldn’t have teased you. Please, let me... mmm—!"
......
"Feng~ Feng~"
"Hehe~"
"I love you... so much..."
......
"Hah... hah..."
Listening to Shen Mengli’s labored breathing, Ye Feng wearily tucked the blankets around her. Glancing at the faint light of dawn outside, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Did I go too far? Ahem... but she was the one who asked for it. I was just fulfilling her wish. Yeah, that’s it!
After brushing the sweat-dampened hair from Shen Mengli’s forehead, Ye Feng closed his eyes and drifted into exhausted slumber.
Sometime later, it was Shen Mengli who woke first, bathed in the golden sunlight streaming through the window. She lay motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, her body utterly drained.
What... what time is it? Is that the sun outside? Or am I still dreaming?
She wanted to pinch her cheek to check, but the sheer exhaustion kept her limp. Memories of last night’s escapades with Ye Feng flooded her mind.
Their night had escalated from a leisurely stroll to a moonshot—an exhilarating yet grueling journey that left her both pained and pleasured. If given the chance to relive it, she’d refuse outright. No matter how long they’d been together, her fragile body stood no chance against Ye Feng’s relentless appetite.
Ugh... so scary! I’ll never provoke him again!
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