“Don’t cry. A Yao, don’t cry.” His voice was gentle. “All along, I’ve been planning for you, protecting you behind me, but I never thought one day I would have to let you face those vicious hearts alone. The stronger you become, the more worried I am, afraid that you no longer need me. I’m sorry, A Yao, I shouldn’t have hurt your heart.”
The more he spoke, the more my eyelids felt sore, and finally I couldn’t help but blink, and two hot droplets fell on his fingers. The view became clear. Mo Qu’s face appeared before my eyes, but the heartbroken gaze belonged to An Jin. I cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.
He reacted quickly, opening his mouth cooperatively, but my speed was too fast and too forceful, and I knocked my lips against his teeth, feeling numb and painful. I didn’t care; having finally caught him, how could I not kiss him thoroughly?
Our bodies were tightly pressed together, tongues intertwined, arms entangled.
I only knew that the person I was intimate with was An Jin, these were his lips, his tongue, his taste, his breath. As long as he was by my side, I didn’t need to think about anything else, didn’t need to worry about anything. He was my An Jin, the An Jin who sheltered me from wind and rain, my husband who meticulously planned for me.
After who knows how long, the storm-like passionate kiss transformed into a gentle, intimate 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 slightly, tightening his arms around me. “I’ve already thought it through. If you chose the Wu Jin symbol, I would steal you away and hide you, preventing you from becoming the princess of Nan Rui, making you only my Yao Yao.”
I pretended to be angry, grabbing and pulling his beard. It turned out the beard was real.
“You are indeed selfish,” I accused him, unable to suppress my laughter. “But I like it.”
He laughed again, lowering his head to kiss my forehead.
