Stars In His Eyes
Chapter 829 Enlightened Wood 2

Chapter 829: Chapter 829 Enlightened Wood 2

Perhaps, neither of them knew how they ended up embracing each other all the way to the bedside, just as He Zhilan herself didn’t realize when she lost her mind, drifting in He Teng’s embrace, basking in his warmth.

Underneath her coat, there was only a cotton slip dress, one strap of which had already slid off her shoulder and the hem had long been wrapped around her waist, revealing pink panties.

He Teng’s kisses moved from her lips upwards, kissing away the tears she had just shed, gently landing on her eyelids with a hint of pity.

"It tickles~" He Zhilan murmured softly, pushing the person on her body, but the next second, her hand was tightly grasped by him, unable to move. His kisses then traveled down, back to her lips, behind her ear, and lingered on her fair neck.

"He Zhilan, if you regret this, there’s still a chance."

Suddenly, He Teng stopped, gasping heavily while looking at the blushing woman beneath him, unable to distinguish whether her red cheeks were because of being similarly emotionally turbulent as him or just from drinking a couple of glasses of wine.

"Chance?" He Zhilan, with her hands around He Teng’s waist, didn’t move them, and she countered, "Is there still a chance to marry Fang Ran?"

He Teng, seeing He Zhilan’s stubborn expression, gritted his teeth and replied, "You have no chance anymore!"

Then he pressed his entire body onto hers, his hands also landing on her shoulders.

After three years, not only had He Zhilan grown taller, but her bust had also developed. Since she had just taken a bath, there were no other clothes under her nightgown, He Teng’s broad palms slipped under her hem, directly touching her skin, his palms filled with his own warmth.

The almost gritting words of He Teng inadvertently brought He Zhilan a burst of joy; it turns out, he also had moments of jealousy.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and in no time, clothes were scattered all over the floor, their belongings messily overlapping each other.

Under the blanket on the bed, an intimate scene was hidden.

"Zhilan, once we return, I’ll file the report."

After uttering these words, He Teng stopped restraining himself.

After many years, it was the same person, but not the same love; the same events, but a different emotional state.

Somewhat dazedly, He Teng realized what love is, what passion is, what is something that even if you can’t obtain it, you still want to hold on to tightly.

To him, He Zhilan was like a sugar cube wrapped in poison. Even knowing it’s toxic, he still wanted to hold it tightly in his own palm, not to be exposed to outsiders, much less share it with others.

She could only be his, his wife, his woman, the one to accompany him through all the future to come.

...

The taste was irresistible, and the beginning of this affair lasted half the night until He Zhilan, exhausted beneath him, protestingly murmured softly like a newborn kitten before he let her go.

After their intimate affair, both were drenched in sweat as if they had been poured with water, He Teng held the almost sleepy woman in his arms, feeling overwhelmingly fulfilled at the moment.

It was as if a drifting ship had found its harbor to dock.

For as long as He Zhilan had entwined around him, he had retreated and dodged her just as long, originally thinking, after their divorce, he would slowly let her go to lead the life that belonged to her, to spread her wings and soar in her own sky, rather than staying folded and aggrieved by his side.

But...

It seemed, the more He Teng wanted to let go of He Zhilan, the more he couldn’t.

He Teng lowered his head, kissed He Zhilan’s forehead, and repeated, "When we go back, let’s remarry."