Her eyelids felt sore. She vaguely saw him approaching, gently caressing her face.
“Don’t cry, A Yao, don’t cry.” His voice was gentle. “I’ve always planned for you, protected you, but I never thought I’d have to let you face those vicious hearts alone. The stronger you become, the more worried I am, afraid you no longer need me. It’s all my selfishness. I’m sorry, A Yao, I shouldn’t have hurt your heart.”
The more he spoke, the sorer her eyelids felt, and finally, she blinked, letting two hot droplets fall on his fingers. Mo Qu’s face appeared, but the heartbroken and guilty gaze belonged to An Jin. She cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.
He reacted quickly, opening his mouth cooperatively, but her speed was too fast, and she knocked her lips against his teeth, feeling numb and painful. She didn’t care; having finally caught him, how could she not kiss him thoroughly?
Their bodies pressed tightly together, tongues intertwined, arms entangled.
I only knew that the person I was intimate with was An Jin. As long as he was by my side, I didn’t need to think about anything else. He was my An Jin, my husband who meticulously planned for me.
After a passionate kiss, it transformed into a gentle embrace. I nestled in his arms, tugging at the beard on his face. “What would you do if I chose the Wu Jin symbol?”
He smiled, tightening his arms around me. “If you chose the Wu Jin symbol, I would steal you away and hide you, making you only my Yao Yao.”
I pretended to be angry, pulling his beard, making him gasp in pain. It turned out the beard was real. “You are indeed selfish,” I laughed. “But I like it.”
After initially setting up the fake death plan with Tang Wei, he had planned to hide for a while before going to Nan Rui with us. However, the death of his father-in-law and the pressure from Summer of Abyss and Qi Emperor truly angered An Jin. He decided to go to West Liang, collaborate with Summer of Clarity and Yan Huo, and eliminate these major threats.
