When Chen Die heard his words “Me too,” she suddenly felt a profound sense of fate deep within her heart.

She was done for.

In this lifetime, she had completely fallen for Wen Liang.

Wen Liang bent down and embraced Chen Die fully in his arms, his large hand pressing against the back of her head.

Chen Die, muffled against his chest, finally began to cry.

This feeling of returning to one’s destiny was truly wonderful.

Wen Liang gently patted her head twice, happily accepting her tears, with a hint of shameless schadenfreude: “You’ve liked me for so long, now you must be happy.”

It was as if Chen Die had taken advantage of him.

She wanted to curse at him, but her throat was blocked by the coming sobs. Not wanting to make herself too miserable, she could only raise her hand and heavily punched him several times.

Wen Liang chuckled softly, grabbed her shoulders to pull her away, and then raised his hands to cup her face and wipe away her tears.

His fingertips pressed firmly as he wiped her tears, and then his hand gradually slid to her lips. His eyes deepened slightly, touching her lips with ambiguous intent.

Chen Die moved back to avoid it, licked her lips, and murmured: “I’m wearing lipstick.”

Wen Liang ignored her words and wrapped his arm around her waist, forcing her to back up against the wall. Chen Die’s back pressed tightly against the wall, with the man standing right in front of her, the light casting his shadow over her.

Chen Die looked into his eyes, suddenly realized something, and instinctively called out his name urgently: “Wen Liang—”

He responded faintly, then bent down and lifted Chen Die’s chin.

Their breaths intermingled, and if they moved just a bit closer, their lips would touch.

Wen Liang’s voice deepened, his breath falling on Chen Die as he spoke: “Let me kiss you for a while.”

With that, he gave Chen Die no time to react, lowering his head to seal her lips. He almost bit down, his movements rough and urgent, as if both restrained and unrestrained, licking and biting at her lips.

Chen Die winced in pain. All those warm, touching feelings instantly vanished due to the pain. She frowned and pushed Wen Liang away, complaining: “Do you even know how to kiss?”

“Hmm?” Wen Liang still kept her pinned against the wall, his voice husky. “Will you teach me?”

With this question, Chen Die found herself at a loss for words.

How did this somehow turn into an 18+ situation?

Chen Die couldn’t speak, and Wen Liang didn’t wait for her to say anything either. He soothingly patted her back, coaxing her: “I’ll be gentler.”

Gentler my ass!!

What does he mean by “gentler”!!!

Chen Die’s face flushed red. Wen Liang had already lowered his head again.

This kiss fell gently on her lips, containing restraint, tenderness, and comfort, yet still full of pressure and possessiveness. Finally, when Chen Die could barely breathe, Wen Liang released her.

She took a deep breath.

Wen Liang looked at her and smiled, saying: “I’m not going back tonight.”

“?” Chen Die looked up confusedly, blinking. “Don’t you need to go to the hospital?”

“I’ve already handled everything that needed to be dealt with earlier, and Fu Wan Mei will take care of the rest,” Wen Liang ruffled her hair. “Besides, Wen Huai Yuan probably hopes that Wen Qian and Fu Wan Mei are by his side right now.”

Privately, Chen Die felt it wasn’t quite appropriate for Wen Liang to stay here just after they had reconciled. But after hearing his last sentence, she couldn’t bear to send him away anymore—she felt too sorry for him.

Are you deliberately trying to gain sympathy?!

Why say such pitiful things!!

Chen Die sighed softly and replied: “Alright.”

So things progressed astonishingly fast, like a rocket taking off. After reconciling for just one minute, they kissed, and five minutes later, they entered the bedroom together.

It wasn’t until Wen Liang walked into the bathroom and the sound of water started that Chen Die finally came to her senses.

She had miscalculated.

Miscalculated.

She’d fallen into his trap.

Chen Die’s first reaction was to carefully check all the curtains in the house, making sure they were pulled shut completely. If someone took photos of a man in her home, she would probably end up on the hot search list for three days and nights without respite.

The two of them hadn’t shared a bedroom for so long that Chen Die felt quite awkward.

Before she could mentally prepare herself, Wen Liang came out.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare. His muscles were evenly toned, not excessively bulging, with beautiful, superior lines, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. Undried water slid down his spine, disappearing at the edge of the towel around his waist.

Chen Die looked at him, unconsciously swallowed, her pupils constricted and then raised her hand with a “smack” to cover her face.

“What kind of indecent behavior is this!”

“What are you being shy about? Haven’t you seen this before?” Wen Liang walked up and pulled her hand away from her eyes. “And you don’t have any clothes here that I can change into. I sweated today, and those clothes cannot be worn again.”

“…”

But that still doesn’t justify this.

Chen Die rolled her eyes, dug out a new bathrobe from the closet, and threw it at him: “Put this on.”

Wen Liang snorted lightly.

He thought she was being prudish, frowned slightly, and couldn’t be bothered to argue further. Instead, he directly hooked his finger around the towel at his waist and pulled. Chen Die immediately screamed and quickly turned around: “Pervert!”

“You’re the one who let me into your bedroom, and now you’re calling me a pervert.”

Wen Liang unhurriedly put on the bathrobe, tied the drawstring, raised his eyelids to look at Chen Die who was facing away from him: “It’s fine now, you can turn around.”

Chen Die had been fine until his casual “you can turn around now” made her blush furiously.

She was regressing.

She couldn’t stay in this bedroom anymore and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Wen Liang’s clothes were in the laundry basket, underneath were Chen Die’s clothes that she had changed out of earlier. They were all stained with sweat, full of the smell of life. The scene carried an excessive sense of domesticity.

She leaned against the bathroom door, staring at the laundry basket for a while, before bending down to gather all the clothes and tossing them into the washing machine.

Chen Die dried her hair and removed her makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she paused, then applied a layer of light lip balm before going out.

Wen Liang was already lying in bed.

Although her bed wasn’t as small as a single bed, it was naturally much smaller than the master bedroom bed in the western suburbs villa. With Wen Liang lying on it, Chen Die inexplicably felt the bed was too crowded.

She moved to the edge of the bed, lifted one corner of the blanket, and carefully slid in.

Wen Liang occupied a large half of her bed, yet showed no restraint at all, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace, then lowering his head to kiss her again, as if he was addicted to kissing her.

The washing machine’s sound echoed in the room.

While kissing, Wen Liang raised his hand to knead her ear, his fingertips scraping gently.

Chen Die’s body kept curling up in response, only to be pressed open by him again, her entire body burning up.

After what seemed like forever, Wen Liang finally released her, looking down at her. Chen Die heard him tease her in a daze: “You enjoy it that much?”

“…”

Chen Die, embarrassed and angry, raised her foot to kick him in the abdomen: “Go hang up the laundry!”

The washing machine’s sound finally stopped; the clothes had been washed and spin-dried.

This was Wen Liang’s first time hanging up clothes by himself—even being this close to a washing machine was a first for him.

He carried a pile of clothes to the balcony, where a howling cold wind blew. He was wearing only a robe, and his hands felt even colder when touching the clothes.

Wen Liang quickly hung up the clothes, though very casually. Even Chen Die’s dress was just randomly clipped with a peg, and then he hurriedly returned to bed.

His body was chilled by the cold wind. He reached out with his long arm and pulled Chen Die close, nuzzling his cold face against her warm neck.

His body gradually warmed up, but he remained in that position without moving.

Chen Die waited for a while, then slowly raised her hand to hug his back.

Her voice was as light as a sigh: “Wen Liang.”

“Mm.” He responded calmly.

Chen Die said: “I’ll be good to you from now on.”

Wen Liang, buried in her neck, laughed, then opened his mouth to gently bite her collarbone, holding her without moving for a long time.

Not until Chen Die’s neck began to ache did Wen Liang release her, reach out to turn off the light, and turn to embrace Chen Die again.

That night, they didn’t do anything more, nor was there any further presumptuous action.

Wen Liang just held her all night.

Chen Die slept so deeply that she broke into a sweat. The bedroom door was already open with the air conditioner on, plus the thick blanket and Wen Liang hugging her tightly—it was unbearably hot.

In the middle of the night, Chen Die woke up from the heat and carefully pried Wen Liang’s hand away, wanting a moment of freedom. But as soon as she moved his hand away, he immediately drew close again.

And not just that—his hand also moved down to her buttocks.

Chen Die’s nightgown had ridden up, and he very easily slipped his hand onto her back.

Is this person doing this on purpose?!!

Chen Die opened her eyes, squinting hard in the darkness to see Wen Liang. He was still sound asleep, and his brow was furrowed as if he was dreaming.

Chen Die stopped struggling but didn’t dare move again.

Wen Liang was indeed having a dream.

Like a lantern show, various scenes intertwined.

Shen Yun Shu lying in bed talking to him, then collapsing onto the bed and passing away, her arm dropping down.

The scene of him having a huge fight with Wen Huai Yuan after the latter brought Fu Wan Mei and Wen Qian back to the main residence.

His rebellious and flamboyant nature, and the fear and mockery from the outside world towards him.

Also, later during his sophomore year when he spent two more years in a military camp, with daily overloaded training, resulting in several scars on his body from that time.

At the end of the scene, it was the conclusion of those two years of military life. Wen Liang got off the train and walked out of the station.

At the bus stop, he saw Chen Die squatting.

The lamp post emitted white light, shining on Chen Die. She was wearing a school uniform dress, hugging her knees as she squatted, her skirt touching the ground, slightly dirty.

The wind blew, and her skirt fluttered gently.

Wen Liang turned his head and saw the Chen family on the other side, recalling rumors he had heard not long ago.

He looked back at the young girl by the bus stop sign.

She was very clean and beautiful, looking down at the ground with lowered eyes, her black lashes casting a fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes. She had an oval face and fair skin, seemingly completely oblivious to the conversation the group of people nearby were having.

Wen Liang kicked a small stone in front of him.

The stone rolled a few times, reaching the girl’s side and hitting her white shoe.

Then, she looked up.

Their eyes met.

In that instant, it was as if a ray of light had shone into his eyes, and even his eyelids felt the heat of the light.

The next morning, Chen Die woke up before Wen Liang.

She opened her eyes, stared at the face beside her for a full ten minutes before coming to her senses.

They had slept together.

No, to be precise, they had slept together again.

The two of them lay on this bed that could hardly be called a double bed, which was quite uncomfortable, especially for Wen Liang.

Although he was considered slim, his body was well-proportioned with broad shoulders and long legs. Crammed into this bed, with Chen Die’s white-with-red-dots girlish comforter, it seemed as though he was the one being put out.

Just as Chen Die couldn’t help but reach out to poke his face, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Hmm?!

Where was this dog of a man putting his hand!!??

Chen Die immediately felt an electric current crackling from her toes up her spine to the top of her head, making her crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

This was too terrible.

On the first day of dating, he was already getting so handsy.

In ancient times, this would have warranted being thrown into a pig cage!

Chen Die reacted reflexively, pinching and throwing away Wen Liang’s two fingers with disgust, then quickly running into the bathroom.

When his hand was tossed aside, Wen Liang woke up.

He clicked his tongue, raised his hand to shield his eyes, and continued to sleep for a while. He only got up when Chen Die hadn’t returned yet.

Chen Die had already finished washing up and was applying makeup. The bathroom door was pulled open, and she glanced sideways at Wen Liang, then looked away, appearing composed: “Your clothes should be dry now, you can change.”

Wen Liang’s gaze lingered for a few seconds on her reddened ears, his lips curling up slightly as he turned to get his clothes.

Soon, he came back in.

Chen Die was drawing her eyebrows.

Wen Liang was wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons still undone, revealing his rolling Adam’s apple and a section of collarbone. He embraced Chen Die from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Chen Die froze, feeling something, and shifted her waist forward a small step.

She frowned slightly: “Wen Liang.”

“Hmm?” He remained lazy and languid, eyes still closed.

“Don’t lean on me.” She felt awkward.

Wen Liang laughed, his meaning unclear: “It’s the morning after all.”