Chapter 505
At least she would respond whenever asked, even if her replies weren’t wholehearted, he was happy nonetheless.
Because this indicated that her attitude towards him was slowly improving.
The man sat beside her, unwrapped the packaging paper in front of her, and then he placed the photo frame on the bed before going to get tools to fix two nails into the bedroom wall.
He intentionally made noise to catch her attention, but she deliberately avoided looking at what he was doing.
There were two photo frames, and Tang Yuchen earnestly hung them up on the wall, right across from An Ruo.
She glanced over casually, a tinge of complexity flashing through her eyes.
Inside the frames were not photographs; on the left was a white paper with ten red lipstick marks, and on the right was a simple portrait sketch, of course, a sketch of Tang Yuchen.
These were all gifts she had given to him in the past, which she thought he had thrown away long ago.
The man turned around and smiled, asking her, “Do they look nice?”
Truth be told, the lipstick marks and sketch were quite simple, devoid of lavishness. However, the frames were elaborately made, and under their embellishment, the two pieces of paper inside seemed to look a lot more appealing.
An Ruo didn’t comment, and Tang Yuchen didn’t mind.
He sat next to her and embraced her waist from the side, affectionately rubbing his face against hers.
“An Ruo, those are the best gifts I’ve ever received. Everything you give me, I always keep, I’ve never thrown them away,” he said.
“They’re just two pieces of scrap paper, no need to keep them,” she said indifferently.
“They’re not scrap paper,” Tang Yuchen murmured, his tone slightly serious.
They weren’t scrap paper; they were his treasures, gifts she had given to him.
An Ruo’s gaze flickered slightly, her heart a bit unsettled.
She pushed his body slightly, frowning, “I feel uncomfortable with you doing this.”
The man raised an eyebrow, “Uncomfortable with what I’m doing?”
He was very close to her; his breath sprayed on her skin when he spoke, sticking like glue, as if it were constantly adhered to her face, making her want to stretch out her hand and rub it vigorously.
“You embracing me makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m trying to watch TV; can you please not disturb me?” she said.
Tang Yuchen not only didn’t let her go but instead embraced her even tighter on purpose.
“Baby, do you feel comfortable like this?” he asked, teasingly biting her ear.
An Ruo’s face flushed slightly; she pushed firmly against his chest.
“Tang Yuchen, could you be any more excessive?” she said.
“Yep, I can,” he replied, nodding as if taking her seriously, then pressed his body to the side, rolling them both onto the bed.
His strong masculine body pressed against her soft frame, bringing a foreign sensation.
He propped himself slightly above her head, his deep black eyes burning into the depths of hers.
His gaze seemed to have a magical power, always capable of captivating someone’s soul.
An Ruo averted her eyes, but he grasped her chin, turning her face towards him, his breathing growing heavier gradually.
Slowly, he kissed her lips, An Ruo snapped back to reality and tried to dodge, but it was too late; his lips were already upon hers.
Like someone who had been thirsty for too long, he desperately sucked the nectar from her mouth, wishing he could swallow her whole.
An Ruo struggled to breathe, her face turning red with the effort until he finally released her lips and moved to kiss her neck.
She pushed hard against him, her voice muffled, “Tang Yuchen… not allowed, stop it…”
She had not anticipated that he would really take it further, had she known, she wouldn’t have made a sarcastic remark.
The man grasped her hand, placing it on his tense, hot chest, and said in a low, ambiguous tone: