His long fingers brushed away the messy strands of hair on her face, his thin lips pressing against her soft ones. Her sweet breath flooded into his nose in an instant, making him pause slightly.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread from her lips into her heart. Tong Yimo's eyes glazed over, and she felt a sudden rush of panic.

His lips were cold, soft and moist, brushing her cheek with a hint of ambiguity before falling to her earlobe. He traced a path down her neck.

He unbuttoned the garment one by one, with his teeth.

Tong Yimo's heart beat faster and faster, her chest rising and falling dramatically. Fear followed suit, growing stronger and stronger, making her extremely uneasy.

He tilted his head slightly, their gazes meeting.

Her willow eyebrows, the color of dark ink, were slightly furrowed.

And in the depths of Leng Ye's eyes, a growing desire was evident. His gaze was profound, veiled with an enigmatic mist. His lips were painted a vibrant color, tinged with a hint of alluring ambiguity.

He gazed at her with deep affection, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Ouch... Brother, no!" Tong Yimo whimpered in resistance, her eyes particularly watery and clear.

She lightly bit her lower lip, her legs tightly pressed together.

"Yimò, you..." Leng Ye sank wanted to speak but stopped, his movements faltering, making him hesitate.

A feeling told him, she was still a virgin.

How could this be?

Could it be his mistake?

But he couldn't ask that question.

Actually, he didn't care at all if it was her first time.

He loved her for who she was.

“Brother… Don’t… I, I’m not ready yet…” Tong Yimo suddenly felt a sourness in her nose, tears welling up and spilling out. Her feet pushed against her trembling body, moving it upwards slightly.

She was trying to escape his advances.

Actually, she was temporarily unable to accept intimacy with a man she didn't love.

Even though he is her husband now.

Every time, when it came to this point, she always refused him.

Whether in the past or now, she has repeatedly refused him.

Seeing her tears, he finally relented.

"Baby, I apologize to you." Leng Yechen gently reached out his finger to wipe away Tong Yimo's tears from the corner of her eyes, "I won't force you anymore."

Tong Yimo suddenly felt even more wronged in her heart. Coupled with the words Leng Zhujing had said to her today, she had been suppressing them, feeling extremely uncomfortable inside. At this moment, large teardrops “pat-pat” fell down again.

"There, there, don't cry anymore." Leng Yechen looked at her with heartache, unable to bear to see her tears. He reached out and hugged her into his arms, softening his voice and coaxing her gently, "If you cry again, your eyes will be swollen like a frog tomorrow morning. How ugly that would be!"

“You said I look like a frog! Are you saying I’m ugly?” Leaning against the cold night, Tong Yimo pouted, indignantly refuting.

Which woman doesn't love beauty? Even if she isn't beautiful, she wouldn't want to hear her husband say she's not attractive!

"No, no, no, I'm the frog, my darling Yimo is a beautiful swan." Leng Ye said seriously with extreme desire to survive, "Well, I'm just a toad wanting to 'eat' swan meat!"

"Hmph! You're just a toad wanting to eat swan meat!" Tong Yimo stubbornly retorted, indignant.

As her sobs subsided, transitioning from choked cries to soft whimpers, Leng Ye Chen's heart finally eased.

After that, he didn't continue what they were doing before. Instead, he suddenly stood up and, in one motion, scooped Tong Yimo into his arms horizontally. He then carried her into the bathroom.

He placed her on a round stool beside the bathtub and leaned down slightly to meet her gaze. Gently, he wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

Only your tears can make me feel this much pain. This was his heartfelt words.

He then left the bathroom.

Tong Yimo raised her eyes, looking at the bathroom door that was gently closed by him, her heart a mixture of emotions.

She and Xiao Wei, it's truly impossible anymore. That's the reality staring them in the face.

And he...

Cold night sinks…

The feeling he gave her, she couldn't put into words.

If he wasn't the elder brother of Leng Zhujing, how much better it would be?

This way, she wouldn't every time she saw Leng Yechen's handsome face, also wouldn't always remember Leng Zhujing.

Tong Yimo was alone in the bathroom after taking a shower. She walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a cold night-colored bathrobe.

Lin Ye's bathrobe was large, so when she wrapped it around herself, it felt just like being covered in a fluffy white blanket.

The room was cold and desolate, yet she saw no sign of Leng Ye Chen.

Tong Yimo felt that sleeping on his big bed like this wasn't quite right, so she turned around and left the room, going to sleep in the next-door room where she had stayed before.

But when she slept through until the next morning, she found herself back in the cold and dim room of Ye Shen.

And, the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a teddy bear holding a heart, looking cute and cuddly.

On the heart, the five letters “LOVE” were embroidered with gold thread....

And in the teddy bear's arms was a bouquet of three blue roses tied with a blue satin ribbon bow, attached to a card.

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