Stars In His Eyes
Chapter 828: The Wood Awakens

Chapter 828: Chapter 828: The Wood Awakens

As she spoke, He Zhilan stepped forward and grabbed He Teng’s hand, asking, "So if I tell you now that I’m going to tell Fang Ran, when I go back to the capital, I will marry him, would you also answer me, ’follow your heart’?"

At that moment, in the room, only the soft sound of He Zhilan’s sobbing could be heard. In the high-rise hotel, it was dark outside the window with only a bright moon slightly illuminating the windowsill, spreading silently with the moonlight.

He Zhilan didn’t know how long she had waited, a minute? Or a century?

Yet He Teng did not respond for a long time. She lowered her eyes, let go of He Teng’s hand, and said softly, "Brother, I know the answer now. Don’t worry, from now on, I won’t cling to you anymore. I am going to tell Fang Ran that after I return, I’ll marry him, move out from your place in the army, and then tell dad that we are divorced. Since you don’t want to remarry, don’t delay your own life anymore. I will talk to dad, let him help you look out, and rest assured, I’ll also be good to my new sister-in-law."

With that said, He Zhilan bit her lip gently, "Brother, you should rest early. I’m going to find Fang Ran."

Almost at the second He Zhilan finished her words, He Teng, who had been motionless, suddenly turned around and tightly grabbed He Zhilan’s hand, blurting out, "Don’t go!"

His face, usually devoid of expression, incredibly showed signs of tension.

"Brother, let go," He Zhilan gently struggled, trying to leave, but the more she struggled, the tighter He Teng’s grip became, refusing to let go.

Watching the tear stains on He Zhilan’s face, feeling the strength in her palm as she tried to break free, at that moment, rationality seemed to crumble in He Teng’s mind. He pulled He Zhilan’s hand toward himself, bringing her whole body into his embrace, and at the same moment, his other hand reached up to the back of her head, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

Perhaps it was her struggle, or perhaps it was because she said she would marry Fang Ran, but at that moment, there was an undeniable discomfort in He Teng’s heart, a sourness, as if an empty corner had formed.

He was angry, having been angry since their time in the restaurant, angry at her flirtatious exchanges with Fang Ran, angry at her disobedience for going out alone with Fang Ran, angry at her for drinking alone with another man behind his back, and even more furious at her for breaking her own promise.

All the anger made the kiss both heavy and urgent.

Clearly, at this moment, He Zhilan herself was stunned. She had never imagined that one day, He Teng would embrace her so dominantly and unreasonably, kissing her like this.

His tongue swirled around hers in her mouth like a sweeping laser gun, even occasionally biting her lips, eager as if searching for something.

A kiss fermented between their rapidly rising body temperatures.

Perhaps initially, He Teng only wanted a kiss to vent his anger in his heart, but when he kissed the little woman in his arms after such a long time, everything seemed to become uncontrollable.

His body temperature, his rationality, including his hands.

Perhaps it was from the moment He Zhilan stopped struggling, her hands gently embracing his sturdy waist, that he seemed to hear the sound of nerves snapping in his mind.

Fresh from the shower, aside from the faint smell of smoke and alcohol from her coat, she also carried a particularly pleasant scent of roses, which for He Teng, was an irresistible temptation.