Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

When Gu Fanxing fled back to her room, the old wooden floor made a slight creaking sound under her feet, which was very much like her chaotic heartbeat at the moment.

The moment the door was gently closed, she slowly slid down to the ground with her back against the carved door panel, covering her burning cheeks with her hands - the warmth from her palms was even more scorching than the flames dancing in the fireplace.

At the corner of the second floor, Grandma Gu, wearing reading glasses and holding a celadon teacup in her hand, took in the girl's panic.

The ripples in the tea reflected the smile lines at the corners of her eyes. The old lady took a sip of tea and muttered to herself, "After all, I can't hide it anymore."

The rain outside the window was still pouring down, and the raindrops hit the stained glass, breaking the moonlight into colorful light and shadow.

Gu Fanxing looked at her crossed legs. The denim fabric was still stained with carpet fluff from when she fell just now.

Memories came flooding back like a tide. The scent of cedar mixed with plum wine on Pei Luonan's body, the strength of his palm pressing on her wrist, and the soft yet hot touch, every detail replayed in her mind over and over again.

She unconsciously extended the tip of her tongue and gently licked her lower lip.

The remaining temperature made her shiver, as if Pei Luonan's breath was still lingering on her nose.

"Damn Pei Luonan..." she murmured to herself, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice that she herself didn't even notice.

His fingers slowly stroked her lips, which seemed to still retain the warmth of his fingertips, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body along the nerve endings.

Her legs felt a little weak when she stood up, and Gu Fanxing staggered and held onto the dressing table.

The girl in the mirror had a flushed face, messy hair, and her neck still bore the marks of burns from Pei Luonan's breath. She grabbed the small bronze mirror on the dressing table, trying to divert her attention, but in the mirror she caught a glimpse of the antique brass bell dangling between her collarbones—it was a gift Pei Luonan had bought for her at the antique market while on a business trip last month.

"It turns out that he had already..." Gu Fanxing bit her lower lip, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably again.

Memories flashed back to countless late nights working overtime, when Pei Luonan would always quietly pick her up after get off work; every time she left the archaeological site, his message would always appear on her phone screen on time; even an ancient book she casually mentioned would appear on her desk the next day. All those small moments of tenderness now transformed into the affectionate look in Pei Luonan's eyes, lingering in her eyes.

Curled up in bed wrapped in a thick coral fleece blanket, Gu Fanxing stared at the Hello Kitty lamp on the bedside table in a daze.

In the warm yellow light, she remembered the shadow cast by Pei Luonan's eyelashes when he bent down to tie her shoelaces, the focused profile of his face when he served soup to his grandmother, and the hoarse voice when he said, "I want to hold you forever."

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the red tips of her ears, followed by deafening thunder, but it was not as loud as the roar in her heart.

"Is he...?" Gu Fanxing buried her face in the pillow, trying to suppress her wildly beating heart.

The faint scent of jasmine on the pillow mixed with the almost imperceptible smell of cedar made her feel as if she was back in Pei Luonan's arms.

She reached for the bedside table, where the wolfberry and red date tea that Pei Luonan had sent her last time was placed. On the glass jar was a neat note from him: "You have a bad stomach, remember to drink it hot."

At the same time, Pei Luonan in the guest room was leaning against the window, staring at the rain in a daze.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the cuffs of his suit, where there were still faint red marks left by Gu Fanxing.

He licked his lips, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose - the sweet taste on Gu Fanxing's lips seemed to still linger on the tip of his tongue, with the softness and warmth unique to a girl.

“It’s sweeter than I thought.”

He murmured softly, his Adam's apple rolling.

Thinking back to Gu Fanxing's panicked and helpless eyes, and her hands that were trembling but didn't push him away, it felt like a fire was burning in his chest.

The rain outside the window passed by obliquely, leaving winding water marks on the glass, but they were not as complicated as the emotions surging in his heart.

Pei Luonan unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and tried to calm himself down.

A childhood photo of Gu Fanxing is placed on the wooden wardrobe. The little girl with pigtails is holding a pottery jar and smiling brightly, gradually becoming the brave and fearless girl in memory.

"It turns out she's already deeply ingrained in my heart." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, his gaze fixed on the Hello Kitty lamp by the bed. The warm light cast his shadow on the wall, swaying gently with the candlelight.

The memory suddenly flashed back to the scene at dinner: Gu Fanxing picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in his bowl, her fingertips accidentally brushing against the back of his hand; her slender neck was exposed when she tilted her head back to drink the soup; and her gentle eyes hidden under her eyelashes when she secretly looked at him.

The sound of rain was getting heavier. Pei Luonan lay on the bed, looking at the swaying shadows of trees on the ceiling.

The air was filled with a faint scent of jasmine, which was the smell coming from Gu Fanxing's room.

He remembered the warmth of Gu Fanxing when she curled up in his arms, the strength with which she grabbed his tie in panic, and the faint fragrance in her hair.

Every detail was magnified infinitely in his mind, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

In the early morning hours, the rain eased slightly.

Gu Fanxing got up quietly, put on his coat and prepared to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

When passing by the guest room, she subconsciously slowed down her pace, but heard the sound of turning pages coming from inside the room.

Through the half-open door, she saw Pei Luonan leaning against the bed, holding the archaeological atlas she had placed on the bedside. The halo of the desk lamp made his profile look even more gentle.

Pei Luonan seemed to notice the movement and looked up at the door.

The moment their eyes met, Gu Fanxing felt his breath stop.

Pei Luonan put down the album, stood up and walked towards her, the collar of his pajamas slightly open, revealing his graceful collarbone.

“Can’t sleep?”

His voice was deep and hoarse, a characteristic of late night, and it was particularly clear in the silent corridor.

Gu Fanxing took a step back, but bumped into the wall behind him.

Pei Luonan raised his hands to support her head, trapping her in his arms.

The close distance allowed her to feel the familiar scent from him again.

"I...I'll go get some water."

She stammered to explain, but didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Pei Luonan took the glass from her hand and said, "I'll go." He leaned close to her ear as he turned around and whispered, "Wait for me."

His voice was bewitching, and his warm breath sprayed on her ears.

Gu Fanxing felt all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Gu Fanxing leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

A slight cough came from the end of the second floor. She looked up suddenly and met her grandmother's kind gaze.

A blush instantly spread across Gu Fanxing's cheeks.

Grandma Gu walked down the stairs, her voice unusually gentle, "This little cabbage of ours has finally found someone who will pamper you. Cherish it well. The way he looks at you is more mellow than the old tea cakes in my collection."

After the sound of running water in the kitchen stopped, Pei Luonan came over holding a glass filled with warm water.

The moment he saw Grandma Gu, he nodded slightly and handed Gu Fanxing the cup of water naturally.

The girl's evasive eyes and the doting in the young man's eyes intertwined into a dense web of love in the sound of rain.

Grandma quietly retreated to the stairs, leaving the lovely couple to continue their unfinished chapter in the warm yellow light.

Gu Fanxing lowered his head to drink water, and the shadows of the two people reflected in the cup gradually overlapped.

After drinking the water, Gu Fanxing ran back to her room as if escaping. When she turned on the faucet, the cold water calmed her down a little.

But Pei Luonan's body temperature, voice, and the affection in his eyes still linger in my heart.

She looked at the rain outside the window and finally realized that she had fallen into Pei Luonan's gentle trap without realizing it.

The rain outside the window stopped in the morning light. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and dyed the entire villa honey-colored, grandma stood on the second-floor balcony, looking at the rising sun and chuckled softly - this lingering rain finally brought together two hearts that should have been in love long ago.