Ou Xueman was shocked and sat up. Could he already be suspecting her brother?
If so, her brother might fall into the trap he had set.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because… I don’t want to deceive you anymore.” Though spoken softly, his words were undeniable.
Her eyes moistened, blurring her vision, and her sob was particularly clear in the quiet night.
It tore at his heart, and in his panic, he gently kissed away her tears. “Don’t cry, Xuanxuan, don’t cry, my darling.”
His kisses traced her tear tracks, moving to her red lips, and when they brushed together, intense sparks erupted between them.
They embraced tightly, using kisses and body warmth to convey their love.
At this moment, there was no hurt, no past, no reservations—everything felt natural.
“Xuanxuan, is this okay?” Though he desired to be one with her, he was afraid she would fear ethical criticism. He was willing to be condemned for her, but what about her?
She answered him silently with her lips.
As their passionate love blazed, they moved together toward the end of their passion…
[Not Wanting to Say I Love You: Chapter 68 Final Ending (Part 2)]
In one month, they quietly lived in this small manor, ignoring everything external.
Being an ordinary couple, they depended on each other from sunrise to sunset, their life plain yet satisfying.
His most frequent activity was holding her, watching the sunrise and sunset, and whispering “I love you” thousands of times daily. She knew he was awaiting her to say she loved him too. She wasn’t unwilling but held a secret she wasn’t ready to reveal, perhaps only voicing “I love you too” once she did.
Peaceful days always pass quickly. Even as they abandoned the world, it continued turning, and the wheel of fate kept spinning. Gathering and separating were inevitable.
Her fainting that day marked the start of another emotional separation. When she awoke, she sensed his unease, mixed with a hint of excitement.
“What happened to me?” she asked softly, nestled in his arms.
“Nothing, just a bit tired,” he gently stroked her hair.
Though he concealed things well, she sensed evasiveness. She was certain he was hiding something. This realization involuntarily built defenses within her, fearing this might be another deception.
