The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

Before Ling Yue could finish her words, Yi Chen suddenly leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Ling Yue's hands unconsciously grabbed Yi Chen's clothes.

Yi Chen, what does he want to do?

"Yuer, you don't have to say anything, I understand everything."

Ling Yue's cheeks became hot, she closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the moment.

Yi Chen's lips slowly moved down from her forehead, stopped at the corner of her eye, and gently kissed away the tears in the corner of her eye.

"Be good, don't make me anxious anymore, okay?" Yi Chen whispered in her ear...

Ling Yue opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her whose eyes were full of her, her heart full of love.

She mustered up her courage, stretched out her hands and gently wrapped them around Yichen's waist, resting her head in his arms.

"Yi Chen, I'm afraid. I'm also afraid that one day I won't be able to find you."

Ling Yue seemed to be twitching as she spoke.

Yi Chen hugged Ling Yue tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his body. His chin rested lightly on the top of Ling Yue's head, feeling her warmth.

At this moment, he remembered the cold temperature of his hands and suddenly shrank his hands.

Ling Yue, noticing something strange, quickly said, "Don't let go. I'm afraid that when I wake up from this dream, you'll be gone."

Yes, during the many days and nights of separation, Ling Yue had had similar dreams countless times.

In the dream, there was Yi Chen, his embrace, his sweet words, and his kiss as warm as before, but the only thing missing was the smell of him and the warmth of his hands.

The dream ended, Yi Chen disappeared, and only she was left curled up on the bed with tears on her face, feeling lost.

"Don't let go. Only in this way can I feel that your existence is real." Ling Yue's words were choked with sobs.

"Yuer, I'm here. I've always been here."

Yi Chen paused, then continued, "Yuer, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, don't leave without saying a word. We'll face things together, okay?"

Yi Chen's voice contained a hint of pleading.

His fingers suddenly came up and placed their tips behind Ling Yue's ears.

Her ears were too hot, and Yi Chen's cool fingertips helped regulate the temperature.

Suddenly, his warm breath blew against Ling Yue's ears.

His breath was so close that his Adam's apple rolled above Ling Yue's sight.

The two hugged each other, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After a long time, Yi Chen slowly let go of Ling Yue, "My Yue'er, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent?"

Yi Chen looked at her smile and his heart was filled with joy.

Ling Yue didn't answer...

However, she had already replied to Yi Chen thousands of times in her heart.

The next second, Yi Chen didn't give Ling Yue a chance to speak again, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Ling Yue's heart trembled slightly, and her body closed her eyes more honestly than her.

This time, Yi Chen kissed her firmly on the lips.

His lips were very hot, like a heat wave coming towards him, spreading over Ling Yue's lips in waves.

When Yi Chen's lips and tongue invaded her territory, they brought with them a hint of tea scent that had not yet faded. The tip of his tongue swept across her teeth, hooking her tongue that had nowhere to hide and dancing with it, with a force that was a bit strong.

Ling Yue's body was numb and she could hardly hold on.

Yi Chen put his arm around her waist and lifted her into his arms.

The sudden kiss caught people off guard like a storm, and the fragrance was thick and smooth between the entangled tongues.

Ling Yue's mind was blank at this moment, and she just closed her eyes obediently, as if everything was natural.

She forgot to think, nor did she want to think. She just instinctively wanted to hug Yi Chen tighter and tighter.

Noticing Ling Yue's rare enthusiasm, Yi Chen was stunned for a moment, then gradually tightened his arms. In the two of them silently lingering and intertwining, he gradually took the initiative.

Yi Chen's lips and teeth were filled with his unique scent, and the force of his kiss gradually became aggressive and extremely rough.

It was as if he wanted to swallow Ling Yue into his stomach, and there was a faint gasp.

At this moment, the light switch in the bedroom turns on the bright incandescent color when pressed, and turns into warm orange when pressed twice.

Ambiguity and orange are always the best contrast, clouding people's vision, blurring people's faces, and confusing people's senses.

Ambiguity is rampant and makes people feel suffocated.

Ling Yue seemed to be able to feel that Yi Chen was trying hard to restrain the desire that was almost suppressed to the extreme and was about to burst out in his body.

When Yi Chen's lips moved down Ling Yue's earlobe and neck to kiss her, Ling Yue's soft hum reminded him.

Ling Yue had a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

"Did it hurt you?"

Yi Chen swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and his slightly trembling voice let Ling Yue know that he was trying his best to restrain his desire.

She shook her head...

"I'm sorry, Yue'er, I forgot you were injured!"

Yi Chen gently laid Ling Yue down on the bed, and lay on his side beside her, staring at her with eyes full of apology and pity.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and gently traced the contours of Ling Yue's face with his fingers, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

"Yuer, I was too impulsive and hurt you."

Yi Chen's voice was filled with deep remorse and his brows were furrowed.

"Yi Chen...don't say it."

Ling Yue reached out and touched his brow, trying to smooth out the frown.

"How could I be angry with you?"

Ling Yue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile, her eyes full of understanding and love for Yi Chen.

Yi Chen gently held Ling Yue's hand that was caressing his brow, brought it to his lips, and gave it a series of soft kisses.

Then, he slowly sat up, his eyes wandering over Ling Yue, finally settling on her injured shoulder.

"Yuer, I'll get you some medicine and check if the wound has split." Yi Chen said as he got up to get the medicine box.

Ling Yue grabbed his hand, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

"No, don't go. Just stay here with me for a while, okay?"

Ling Yue's voice was trembling and flustered. Yi Chen's heart instantly tightened.

"Yuer, what's wrong with you? Okay, I won't leave. I'll stay here with you."

Yi Chen lay back down beside Ling Yue and gently held her in his arms, being extremely careful not to hurt her.

Ling Yue leaned in Yi Chen's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling extremely peaceful in her heart.

She lowered her head slightly and gently stroked the scars on Yi Chen's chest with one hand.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Thinking of you, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Yi Chen, do you think we will always be happy like this?" Ling Yue asked softly, with a hint of longing and worry for the future in her tone.

Happiness? His Yue'er felt happy being with him?

Yi Chen felt extremely emotional. At this moment, he felt that everything he had insisted on before was worth it.

"Of course, Yue'er. We will always be happy like this."

Yi Chen answered firmly, his eyes revealing firm determination.

He lowered his head and buried his cheek in Ling Yue's hair, smelling her faint hair fragrance.

Under the warm orange light, the two lay in each other's arms, enjoying this moment of tranquility and sweetness.

At this moment, the ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom made the two of them intoxicated and unwilling to wake up...

Little do they know that this happiness is always so short-lived, and what will greet them is a sudden "storm".