novelraw Chapter 120 is not needed!
Chapter 120 is not needed!
I don't know how much time has passed.
Lu Xiran had lost count of how many times this had happened.
She was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingertips; her whole body felt like it had been crushed and then pieced back together.
But he's still here.
His breath was right next to her ear, hot and ragged, brushing against her sweaty skin.
His hand was still on her waist, his fingertips unconsciously caressing that small patch of skin, as if he couldn't get enough of touching it.
His kiss landed on her sweaty forehead, softly, with a trembling touch.
"slowly."
His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, like dust being ground up from the depths of his chest.
"slowly."
Over and over again.
Call her by her name.
It's as if they're trying to make up for the three years that have passed.
She wanted to agree to his request.
But my voice is hoarse and I can't make a sound.
She could only snuggle closer to him, and with her last bit of strength, she tilted her head back and gently placed a kiss on his chest.
That spot was exactly where his heart was beating.
His body trembled violently.
Then he hugged her tightly.
very tight.
It was so tight, as if it wanted to knead her into its very bones, into every night of the past three years without her.
Outside the window, the sky was tinged with a crab-shell blue.
Lu Xiran's consciousness began to dissipate, sinking into a warm darkness.
In her final moments, she heard him whisper something in her ear.
It's very light.
He spoke so softly, as if afraid she would hear.
It was as if he hoped she would hear him.
"Ranran, don't go."
She didn't have the strength to answer.
But in his arms, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.
Morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin golden line on the floor.
Gu Yanshen did not sleep.
He just watched her like that, all night long.
She was fast asleep, her eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyes. Her nose twitched slightly, and her lips were a little swollen—he had kissed her. There were also faint red marks on her wrist—he had left them.
his.
From head to toe, every inch of it belonged to him.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.
It's very light.
Like a feather.
Then he got up, dressed, and left the bedroom.
The door closed gently.
He didn't turn around.
He dared not turn around.
When Lu Xiran woke up, the sunlight had already reached the foot of the bed.
She squinted to adjust to the light, then her consciousness returned—her whole body ached, as if she had been run over by a truck. But within that aches and pains was a strange sense of satisfaction.
She smiled and reached to her side.
empty.
It's cold.
She paused for a moment, then sat up.
The room was empty; she was alone. A glass of water sat on the bedside table, water droplets clinging to its sides. Her clothes were neatly folded and placed on a chair.
What about others?
Lu Xiran took the phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and dialed the number.
beep--
beep--
connected.
Her heart suddenly started beating faster.
But the other side didn't say anything.
She waited a few seconds and could only hear very faint breathing.
"Feed?" She glanced at the screen; it wasn't logged off. "Where...did you go?"
silence.
Then his voice came, very faint, as if through a layer of something:
"company."
Silence again.
Lu Xiran gripped her phone tightly.
"last night……"
"You were given some kind of medicine last night," he interrupted her, his voice still calm. "Don't overthink it."
She was stunned.
"Just pretend nothing happened."
Lu Xiran's mind went blank for a moment.
"What?!"
Her voice rose uncontrollably.
"Gu Yanshen! What you did to me last night... what you did to me last night! And now you're telling me to pretend nothing happened?!"
"slowly."
Three years later, when she heard him call her that again, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
"We're divorced," he continued. "Last night was an accident."
"I know we're divorced!" she interrupted him, her voice trembling. "Then you shouldn't be interfering in my life!"
There was silence on the other end.
"You took some medicine last night..."
"What's it to you?!" she said, becoming increasingly agitated. "Are there no other men in the world besides you? Besides, didn't Song Kexin also have another man waiting for me?"
"Ranran, don't do this."
"Don't call me that!" Her tears finally fell. "If you don't want to care about me, you should just leave me alone! How can you be with me while telling me you don't want me anymore..."
she cried.
The grievances that had been suppressed for three years finally burst forth.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
So long that she thought he was dead.
Then his voice came, hoarse and rough, like sandpaper rubbing against the throat:
"Lu Xiran".
It's not Ranran.
It's Lu Xiran.
She was stunned.
"There's medicine by your bedside," he said. "Remember to take it."
medicine?
She turned her head and saw the box on the bedside table.
Birth control pills.
Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something.
"I don't need it!"
Her voice became shrill, tinged with sobs.
"Three years ago, you told me yourself—that I had difficulty conceiving!"
She spoke slowly and deliberately.
"You said it yourself—Gu Yanshen, you don't want a woman who can't bear you children!"
The phone hangs up.
Lu Xiran sat on the bed, holding her phone, her whole body trembling.
Tears fell one by one onto the back of my hand.
Excessive!
Scumbag!
How could he speak to her in that tone after treating her like that?
How could you push her back to where she was after she thought she was finally loved?
Why should I?!
She wiped away her tears fiercely.
My mind is a jumbled mess, filled with images from last night—his kiss, his embrace, him…
Was yesterday really just a dream?
What about the marks he left on her?
If it's true, why did he push her away?
Lu Xiran took a deep breath.
He took another deep breath.
Then she looked at the box of birth control pills.
Pick it up.
Throw it in the trash can.
—Since he decided to dump her.
—She just wouldn't.
Gu Yanshen stared at the surveillance footage on his phone.
She didn't come out.
Twenty minutes have passed since she hung up the phone. She still hasn't come out of the room.
He remembered her last words—the uttered awful things he'd said three years ago to force her to leave. It was a knife he'd stabbed himself in, and now she was returning it to him exactly as it had been, each stab precisely in the same spot.
It hurts more than it did three years ago.
He was about to make a phone call when he saw her come out of the bedroom.
He was holding a key in his hand.
Then she walked straight towards—
master bedroom.
Gu Yanshen's heart skipped a beat.
She stood at the master bedroom door, holding the key, trying to open it.
He closed his eyes helplessly.
Then I dialed her number.
"What are you doing?"
In the surveillance footage, she looked up at the location of the camera.
Then, facing the camera, she said with self-righteousness:
"Open the door and pick the lock!"
Gu Yanshen was stunned for a moment.
"You just wait!" she pointed at the door, her cheeks puffed out angrily. "Even if I have to break down the door, I'm going to break in!"
Gu Yanshen's lips twitched slightly.
"But……"
She glared at him, waiting for his explanation.
"That door is bulletproof."
Lu Xiran was stunned.
She looked at the door, then at the key in her hand, and then at the security camera.
Three seconds later.
"Gu Yanshen!"
She threw the keys on the ground and turned to leave.
That figure, huffing and puffing, looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.