hen he gets angry, it feels like the end of the world.Her clothes were torn off her, and she could only lie obediently in bed, unable to go anywhere.So, she sat on the bed and stayed there all morning...He held her tight, spun around once, and then steadied himself.

Tong Yi Mo's two arms rested on Leng Ye Chen's chest, a delicate face inches from his, her nose almost touching his.

Her scent filled his breath, no longer the zesty lemon fragrance of their first love, nor the fresh milkiness of their reunion. Now it was a faint, medicinal smell.

The scent on her lingered, always subtly telling him of the things she encountered in the days she was away from him.

Perhaps a ripple in her heart stirred a certain string of emotion. Tong Yimo stared at Leng Yeshen for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and kissed his thin lips unexpectedly.

This is an unconscious instinct, wanting to get close to him, wanting to kiss him.

Cold night sank his body and mind, for a moment his head was blank.

He was tense, like a taut string about to snap, and there seemed to be some emotion brewing beneath the surface.

Just as she was about to step back, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. He leaned in, capturing her lips with a kiss that returned the sudden sweetness.

He waited for this kiss, truly for a very, very long time…

All the heartache, in an instant turned to nothing, and the meaning of it all became so much more valuable because of this kiss.

Tong Yi Mo slowly closed her eyes, and she found that she was no longer so resistant to being intimate with him.

Or perhaps, she was simply resisting his advances.

Isn't it....

When did his initiative ever bring her harm

What kind of harm left her with an indelible psychological shadow

This night seems to be rather long.

He desired her, but had to suppress it, for the time wasn't right yet.

Below the navel, tight to the point of unbearable tension. In this cold night, Chen Zi knew that he couldn't rush things like before.

Yi Mo's personality is a bit slow to warm up, he can only follow her pace.

On the bed, Tong Yimo nestled against Leng Ye Chen like a small bird, one slender hand gently stroking his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat. She whispered softly, "Big brother, I want to hear you sing."

Before, but she sang it to him.

Is it really as the saying goes, "Fortune favors the prepared"

Leng Ye Chen helplessly smiled and said, "I sing out of tune."

"Then you should sing a simple one." Tong Yimo leaned against Leng Yeshen's embrace, gradually closing her eyes.

After pondering for a while, Leng Ye softly hummed a tune. It was an old military song he had learned during his time in the army.

He didn't stop singing until he heard her even breathing, then he put his arms around her shoulders and slowly fell asleep with her.

The next day, morning.

When Tong Yimo woke up, Leng Yechen was already gone. After washing and changing her clothes, she was called by the maid in the manor to have breakfast with Old Master Leng and Mrs. Leng.

Old Master Leng was as indifferent to her as ever, while Madam Leng's attitude toward her had slightly improved.

"Yimò." Mrs. Leng suddenly spoke.

Tong Yimo hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks and replied, "Hmm"

After having breakfast, I went to learn embroidery with my mother. Mrs. Leng continued.

Tong Yimo blushed and nodded sheepishly.

She didn't understand, why learn embroidery

These days, staying at the Cold Family Manor, Tong Yimo's daily life can be described as colorful and fulfilling.

Instead of spending time with Lady Leng embroidering, arranging flowers, and attending social dances, she would be with Old Master Leng learning how to play Go, chess, and tea ceremony. If there were opportunities, she would accompany Lady Leng to concerts or art exhibitions, and even fashion shows. Otherwise, she would spend her time with Old Master Leng listening to operas.

The only slight downside was that Mrs. Leng didn't need her to accompany her to mahjong, and Grandpa Leng didn't need her to wake up at five o'clock every day to practice Tai Chi with him.

Lán Yè Chén hasn't been home during the day or night lately. He usually comes back around seven or eight in the evening. Sometimes, if he has to travel abroad for business, he only comes back once a week.

After dinner, Tong Yimo returned to her room and sat at the round table. She rested her chin in one hand and tapped the surface with the other, frowning thoughtfully.

Lady Leng said she still wanted her to learn calligraphy, chess, Go and painting, hoping that she would excel in all of them.

She really hopes Madam Leng will let her off the hook. Actually, painting is okay, but she's not really interested in learning the piano or calligraphy.

Oh...

I really want to run away from home.

Is it really such a drag staying in this cold, huge mansion The pressure must be killing you.

She felt she had to do something she didn't like.

After returning home on a cold night, when Leng Ye came in, he saw that she had no reaction at all. He coughed softly to get her attention.

After coming to her senses, Tong Yimo greeted him coolly: "Oh, you're back."

"Are you unhappy" Leng Yechen sat down beside her, noticing the snacks on the table, though she hadn't touched them. "These snacks aren't good"

"No appetite." Tong Yimo flopped onto the table, her little head tilted sideways, and pouted.

"What's got you feeling off your appetite Tell me about it." Leng Yechen chuckled with understanding.

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.ed his lips into a faint smile, proactively walked to the passenger seat, and opened the door for Lian Xing'er.Lian Xing'er followed him, getting into the passenger seat. She always felt something was...