Han Shilan bit her pink lips and tried to struggle, but to no avail, so she had no choice but to silently give in to him, thinking to herself.
Anyway, it's just going to his room to sleep; he probably won't do anything. Besides, if he dares to do anything on his own, she's not afraid of him at all; she'll just make him kneel on the keyboard...
The two walked side by side. Yang Feng remained silent the whole way, his eyes fixed on the front, but a faint smile played on his lips. He walked rather slowly.
Han Shilan, standing beside him, felt his large hand brazenly caressing her waist. Then, recalling the mysterious object protruding beneath him in the hotel, she felt a little aroused.
Looking again at his familiar and handsome profile, his deep eyes seemed to draw you in, yet they contained a predatory light.
Han Shilan seemed to have some idea of what would happen after she went to Yang Feng's room.
Today happens to be her safe period...
Could this be fate, or an arrangement by heaven?!
With each step she took, Han Shilan felt somewhat lost. She had moved too fast with Yang Feng; they had slept together before they were even married. He claimed that he only loved her, but in the end, who would know the truth?
Soon, Yang Feng put his arm around Han Shilan's slender waist and led her into the room. The environment was very quiet at noon, as many foreigners value a midday nap.
People who work long hours pay particular attention to this, because only in this way can they have the energy to accomplish more in the afternoon.
"Bang..."
Yang Feng casually closed the door, his expression unusually calm. After taking off his shoes, he took off his coat and walked to the bedside, placing it on the table.
"Is this your room?" Han Shilan looked at the somewhat unfamiliar surroundings. She had assumed that all the guests had the same rooms, but her room was slightly better.
"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded slightly, then reached out and turned on the heater, making the atmosphere in the room warmer.
Han Shilan sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on Yang Feng. At this moment, there were only the two of them in the room, and they could both hear each other's heavy breathing.
Both of them seemed a little nervous.
Yang Feng suddenly walked forward, squatted down, cupped her delicate face in one hand, gently kissed her forehead, and whispered:
"Would you like to take a shower? There are two bathrooms and a toilet here. You can shower first and then go to bed. If not, you can just go to sleep."
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan pursed her pink lips, met his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then replied:
"I'm going to take a shower, but... what are you going to do?"
Yang Feng smiled faintly, turned around and stood up, saying, "I'm going to take a shower too. After you're done, just wait for me in bed, okay?"
Watching Yang Feng walk into the bathroom, Han Shilan pouted and muttered haughtily, "Waiting for you my foot."
Immediately, Han Shilan also stood up. Hearing the sound of dripping water coming from Yang Feng's side, her heart trembled slightly. She still went into the bathroom and took off her white lace dress...
Since she's already his woman, she should trust him. If he doesn't want her anymore, then she was just blind to have chosen him.
A moment later, Han Shilan turned off the tap, took a towel to wipe the water droplets off her skin, and then put on her clothes, her jet-black hair still wet with dew.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Yang Feng sitting on the sofa in a white bathrobe, his hair also a little wet, one hand on his neck, looking more noble and mature than before.
He was watching the huge television screen without a care in the world, his eyes showing no impatience. When he noticed Han Shilan coming out of the bathroom, he turned to look at her.
His eyes were glued to her, and he completely ignored any good movies.
Yang Feng had come out of the bathroom about ten minutes ago.
"Honey, are you done showering? I'll go get the hairdryer."
Yang Feng smiled slightly and saw that Han Shilan's hair was completely wet. He stood up from the sofa and skillfully took out a hairdryer from the partition in the middle of the table, and slowly walked to her side.
"Come on, sit down, I'll dry your hair." Yang Feng plugged in the hairdryer and said casually.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan obediently sat in the chair, watching Yang Feng gently blow-dry her hair, and all the thoughts that had just crossed her mind vanished in an instant.
Actually, she felt that she shouldn't have such bad thoughts about Yang Feng! Because that's a taboo in relationships.
If one party even has this thought, the relationship may become very difficult, eventually leading to its breakdown...
"Buzz—"
The only sounds in the room were the hairdryer and the warm atmosphere.
Before long, Yang Feng put down the hairdryer and gently combed Han Shilan's hair with both hands.
Suddenly, as Han Shilan was enjoying her lover's caresses, she felt a sensation of weightlessness and unconsciously closed her eyes.
After a moment, she realized that Yang Feng had lifted her up in his arms in a princess carry.
As Han Shilan watched the two of them get closer and closer to the bed, her heart jumped into her throat, even though she had been prepared for it before.
But now, every time she tries again, she gets so nervous, especially in Yang Feng's domineering embrace.
"Wife..." Yang Feng and Han Shilan fell onto the bed together. He reached out and gently touched her cheek, saying, "Do you remember how many days I've waited for you? You said that if I'm still waiting for you, you'll be my bride. You won't go back on your word, will you?"
"Hmm... I remember, we were separated for 69 days. Actually, I kept track of it every day, and I would often think of the time we spent together in China."
Han Shilan grasped Yang Feng's hands with both of hers, her eyes filled with deep affection, and spoke.
"Then does what you said count?"
Yang Feng's deep eyes grew even more unfathomable, like bottomless pits, as if trying to imprint her into them, and he spoke again.
"I—of course I keep my word!" Han Shilan paused slightly, then smiled and said.
(End of this chapter)