Keeping the promise

It was late at night, and Li Yunting carefully carried Zheng Wancheng back home. The room was filled with a quiet atmosphere, and the moonlight shone through the curtains onto the ground, outlining a soft outline. Li Yunting gently put Zheng Wancheng on the bed, then sat beside her, staring at her quietly.

Zheng Wancheng's face still had a trace of pain, and Li Yunting's eyes were full of concern. Li Yunting gently held Zheng Wancheng's hand, and with the other hand he carefully stroked her wound, as if this could alleviate her pain.

Zheng Wancheng's slightly trembling eyelashes looked particularly adorable in Li Yunting's eyes.

Li Yunting slowly approached Zheng Wancheng, his breathing gradually became rapid, and Zheng Wancheng's heartbeat began to accelerate. Their eyes met in the air, and at that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The ambiguous atmosphere spread in the room, and the distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath. Li Yunting's lips gently touched Zheng Wancheng's forehead. It was a gentle and loving kiss.

Zheng Wancheng's face flushed, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the moment. In this ambiguous atmosphere, their hearts were getting closer and closer, as if they had merged into one.

Li Yunting's fingers gently brushed Zheng Wancheng's cheek and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you." After that, he slowly leaned down and kissed Zheng Wancheng's lips again.

This time the kiss was no longer a gentle test, but full of passion and desire.

Zheng Wancheng's body gradually relaxed. She responded to Li Yunting's kiss, and her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck.

Just as the two were immersed in this passionate kiss, there was a knock on the door. Li Yunting cursed, reluctantly left Zheng Wancheng's lips, and opened the door.

Seeing Li Yunxuan standing outside the door, his brows furrowed tightly.

Zheng Wancheng lay quietly on the bed. When she saw the little cutie outside the door, she thought of the intimate scene between her and Li Yunting just now, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

Li Yunxuan saw his mother in the room and asked happily: "Mom, why are you in Dad's room? I've been looking for you for a long time. Can I sleep with you?" Her innocent expression made people want to ravage her.

When Li Yunting heard this, his face turned pale. He had finally tricked his wife into giving him a hug, but before he could even get warm to her, this little brat wanted to snatch her away from him.

"Of course, baby." Zheng Wancheng said gently.

Li Yunxuan immediately ran over and hugged Zheng Wancheng, looking at Li Yunting proudly.

Li Yunting shook his head helplessly and thought: My son is really my love rival.

Zheng Wancheng told Li Yunxuan a bedtime story, and soon the little guy fell asleep.

Li Yunting walked into the room, gently picked up Li Yunxuan, and sent him back to his room.

After returning, Li Yunting lay beside Zheng Wancheng, hugged her waist, and said in her ear: "Wife, it's so hard to be alone with you."

Zheng Wancheng blushed, turned around and looked at Li Yunting. Their eyes intertwined and were full of love.

Li Yunting leaned over and kissed Zheng Wancheng. The room was filled with a sweet smell. After the kiss, Li Yunting hugged Zheng Wancheng and suppressed the restlessness in his heart: "Go to sleep, wife, good night."

Zheng Wancheng responded softly and closed her eyes. Li Yunting was getting bolder and bolder, teasing her all day long.

Li Yunting looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with happiness. His girl finally became his wife, and he could finally hold her in his arms. This was something he had never dared to imagine before.

The next day, Zheng Wancheng woke up at almost noon. She got up, but there was no warmth around her. It seemed that Li Yunting had been gone for a long time.

Zheng Wancheng stretched, got up and washed. When she came back yesterday, the servants had already moved her things to Li Yunting's master bedroom.

Now that he had sprained his ankle and had to rest for a few days, Zheng Wancheng took a look at Li Yunting's master bedroom, which was completely simple in style and devoid of any breath of life. He sat on the sofa and bought some flowers, plants, dolls, and some small ornaments before he stopped.