"Wen Nuan." Leng Yan’s lips moved slightly, calling her name in a low voice.
Those black and white eyes, under the not-so-bright light of the square, somehow made him unable to look away and also made his heart soften.
It seemed like she already had a disappointing answer in her heart, but she still wanted to hear it from his lips.
She knew that all she wanted was the words "give up".
Would he fall in love with her?
This question made him a bit flustered, not knowing how to answer for a moment. He slowly walked towards the lakeside. After just a few meters, he suddenly turned around, looked at her, and slightly furrowed his brows:
"Wen Nuan, you should know, no matter what, we can’t get divorced so quickly. The old men of both families wouldn’t agree."
He hadn’t believed in love for three years, and had always dismissed the word. If any other woman asked him, he would straightforwardly say "no". But if it was Wen Nuan...
At this moment, he couldn’t understand his own heart. He didn’t want to easily say the word "love" again. However, there’s one thing that is indisputable.
He didn’t want a divorce. Not just because Leng Siyan disagreed.
Initially, he really wanted to dislike her. After all, she was what Leng Ye didn’t want and gave to him. He hated accepting anything others didn’t want, let alone a woman. But as they spent more time together, the words "dislike" quietly faded in his heart, replaced by habit, by fondness.
But that’s not love, right?
"Is it just because you don’t want to lose face in front of everyone?" Wen Nuan smiled slightly, but her heart ached faintly: "If you really can’t fall in love with me, let’s divorce. They would be angry, but can’t really stop anything."
Her smile was light, but her tone carried a sense of decision, reminding him of Ji Wei’s carefree turn as she left, leaving him alone.
"It’s late, let’s go home."
Did she think he was unwilling to divorce just because he feared their elders? His chest ached a bit, anger rose, and he grabbed her arm and started walking.
Sitting just now, she thought her ankle didn’t hurt anymore. But as he roughly pulled her along, the piercing pain flared up again, making her cry out and frown deeply.
Leng Yan’s expression was calm, biting his teeth, yet he resignedly squatted down, just like three years ago, angry but helpless.
Early the next morning, Wen Nuan woke up very early, but Leng Yan, unusually, hadn’t awakened yet. He lay at the farthest edge of the bed, far from her, covered with another quilt.
It was unclear what unpleasant thing he dreamed of, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
Seeing his quilt exposing a bit of his pajama pants, Nuannuan hesitated for a moment, but she carefully crawled over to tuck the corner of his quilt. His lips involuntarily curved upward, his handsome face becoming more vivid.
Wen Nuan stared blankly, as if possessed, she gently leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his lips, quickly retreating, her heart pounding nervously, afraid he would find out.
For the first time in her life, she had done such a thing.
She touched her own face, burning hot, yet immensely excited.
The sound of the door closing rang out, and Leng Yan slowly opened his eyes. He took out his sportswear to put on, intending to go for a run.
When she covered him with the quilt, he was already awake. He just didn’t want to open his eyes, unexpectedly getting kissed.
He couldn’t muster any annoyance at this kiss. He stretched his tongue to lightly lick the spot where she kissed, gazed at the rising sun outside the window, and his lips quietly turned up into a joyful smile.