Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 693: Chapter 695: Inner Peace

The Lamborghini roared through the night, its tires screeching against the pavement, howling like a beast in fury.

Fu Han sat quietly in the passenger seat, beside her was He Xing, and on the back seat were the ninety-nine roses He Xing had given her, quietly blooming in the night.

The nights in City A were bustling, filled with the clamor of people; but this liveliness was specific to certain areas, it was very regional, where they had dined was lively around the clock. noveldrama

Yet, the road to Lanwan Mountain became quiet, this area was residential, and because it was close to Lanwan Mountain, it was all high-end housing.

Here, aside from the street lights on either side of the road, the night was truly pitch black.

In the distance was the vast night, the light that street lamps could cast was very limited; looking towards the distant night, Fu Han always had the feeling that there were monsters waiting for her, her heart thumped nervously, feeling inexplicably afraid.

Suddenly, a hand covered Fu Han’s back, He Xing’s palm’s warmth slowly passed through the back of her hand, bringing with it a gentle strength that smoothed out all the unrest in her heart.

Fu Han suddenly felt much calmer, turning her head to look at He Xing.

Under the not-so-bright street lights, He Xing’s chiseled face seemed much softer than usual, like the hazy moonlight far in the sky, with a gentle luster and a comforting power.

The mountain road unfolded before Fu Han like a jade belt, this was the place where her memories began, where she had grown up; it was also the place she had missed the most during her three years abroad, the place she longed for in her midnight dreams.

"We’re going home," He Xing smiled and let go of Fu Han’s hand, then placed both hands on the steering wheel and drove up the mountain road.

Ever since the last time they had a near-miss with a car accident, He Xing had never dared to be careless on this mountain road again, especially now with Fu Han in the car.

As expected, Grandpa He had indeed gone to sleep, the entire He Family villa quieted down, like the castle where Sleeping Beauty lay, so peaceful.

An hour later, Fu Han finally finished washing up and came out of the restroom; as expected, He Xing was lying on her bed in a pose reminiscent of a drunken concubine.

He wore a white flannel bathrobe, loosely tied in front, revealing much of his chest.

Not only could Fu Han see his sturdy chest, but she could also vaguely make out his abs; when she realized her gaze was drifting further down, her face finally reddened.

"Xiaohan, come here," He Xing stretched out his hand, not just curling a finger, but reaching out his palm to Fu Han.

In the light from the restroom, Fu Han saw He Xing’s Adam’s apple involuntarily moving up and down, along with his deep voice, there was a different kind of enchanting allure.

She obediently placed her palm on He Xing’s, and as their palms touched, the world spun, and she found herself forced onto the bed with He Xing’s hands on either side of her face, his face looming above hers.

The quiet night, the dim light, the occasional chirping of insects, everything was just right.

Bright eyes intertwined in the air, breathing grew heavier, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together through the layers of clothing.

It was as if the sound of crackling or a plaintive melody filled the air.

A breeze entered through the gap in the window, and the sheer curtains fluttered as though they were gently caressing each other.

They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, Fu Han’s hands entwining around He Xing’s neck like vines, her eyes misting over, but gleaming like obsidian.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and a muffled sound emerged.

He Xing’s eyes were bloodshot, as if something inside him was about to break free but was forcibly held back by him, yet it seemed uncontrollable, ready to burst forth at any moment.

In the corner of the room was a small table, where the huge bouquet of roses now sat quietly blooming.

Gentle kisses fell like rain, clothes were tossed out from under the quilt, landing on the floor, almost like lilies.

In fact, when He Xing insisted on bringing Fu Han back, she knew what would happen, so she wasn’t surprised by the moment’s arrival.

Although she would have preferred everything to happen on their wedding day, if He Xing wished, they could take a step forward early, after all, it was inevitable that they would complete that crucial transformation together.

He Xing’s hands had already landed on Fu Han’s smooth waist, and with a slight movement, the last veil between them would be torn.

But... but after waiting for what felt like an eternity, Fu Han received nothing; instead, she saw the conflicted light in He Xing’s eyes grow stronger, as if he was enduring some painful torment.

Time passed, and suddenly He Xing let go of Fu Han, rolled over, and got off the bed, picking up his clothes from the floor and putting them on.

There wasn’t much for him to wear; he only needed his underwear and a bathrobe, but he dressed hurriedly, as if dressing was a torture for him.

Fu Han watched He Xing’s back, she could no longer find words to describe her feelings.

Forever and ever, she knew that He Xing would never force her to do anything, and she also knew that He Xing loved her to the core.

Fu Han’s heart softened, especially when He Xing, after dressing himself, went to the wardrobe to fetch a clean set of clothes for her.

While Fu Han dressed, He Xing turned his back to her.

Somehow, the sight of him sitting at the end of the bed seemed pitiable, like an abandoned child, all alone.

Fu Han couldn’t bear it, quickly dressed, crawled behind He Xing and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering softly, "You don’t have to restrain yourself like this, I’m okay with it."

He Xing caught her head with a reverse gesture, and it rested in the crook of his arm.

He looked down at Fu Han, his hoarse voice resounding, "Xiaohan, don’t say such things anymore. If you keep saying that, I really can’t promise that I can control myself."

Fu Han’s face turned thoroughly red, unsure of what to say, she could only caress He Xing’s cheek with her hand.

Who said that fate was fair? Fu Han had never seen He Xing take care of his skin, yet his cheeks were so smooth, like a peeled egg, truly a blessing from heaven.