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

It rained in the south city for several days in a row.

It seems to wash away the dark side of the city.

It has been a week since Ling Yue was discharged from the hospital. She didn't go anywhere, but followed Yi Chen back to the small building.

At this moment, Ling Yue was sitting on the top floor of the small building, feeling the heavy rain outside.

Yi Chen, who was standing beside her, held her tightly in his arms.

Ling Yue leaned in Yi Chen's arms, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, but felt unprecedented peace in her heart.

"Yi Chen, did you prepare everything in this small building specifically for me?"

Her fingers gently stroked the back of Yi Chen's hand, as if to confirm that all this was real.

Yi Chen looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness and pity.

"Yuer, do you still remember what you told me about your dream home?"

Yi Chen asked softly, his voice low and warm.

"I remember when we went to Bashan to visit my mother, I told you I wanted a home full of flowers. I didn't expect you to actually do it."

"Yuer, I remember everything you think and feel in my heart. I have never forgotten it over the years."

Ling Yue raised her head, looked at the vibrant plants, and gazed into the distance through the rain.

"We are together after all. Even though we lost a lot, at least we are still alive and together."

Yi Chen hugged her tighter, and he kissed her hair unconsciously. Smelling the fragrance of her hair, Yi Chen seemed to be addicted and didn't want to let go for a moment.

"Yuer, let's get married after all this is over."

Ling Yue was slightly stunned, and her cheeks flushed slightly:

"Yi Chen, what you are doing is..."

"Can't you see, I'm proposing to you? I've wasted twenty years on this moment. I don't want to put it off any longer."

At some point, Yi Chen had a ring in his hand.

This is a brand new engagement ring. It is larger than the one used during the evacuation and the design is also custom made.

"I didn't expect that you also knew these things?" Ling Yue cried with joy.

"You can learn even if you don't understand. You can ask! Isn't Lin Yi having a wedding right now? I can learn more and give you a grand wedding."

Yi Chen looked at Ling Yue with a doting look.

"Who agreed to marry you? I haven't made up my mind yet!"

"What, Yue'er, don't scare me.

How about we hold our wedding together with Lin Yi and the others?

I can't wait to have you as my wife."

Yi Chen's fingers gently stroked Ling Yue's back.

The unique warmth of his hands made Ling Yue involuntarily move closer to him.

Yi Chen's hand slowly slid down, and a tingling electric current flowed through Ling Yue's body.

"Ah...what did you say? No..."

Ling Yue was shocked. She didn't expect that Yi Chen, who was always calm and reserved, would also be upset sometimes.

Yi Chen stared at her with a burning gaze, as if something was burning in his eyes.

He didn't kiss Ling Yue's lips directly, but gently stroked those two soft lips with his thumb...

Then he slowly approached, with a hint of restraint, as if waiting for Ling Yue's permission.

It was not until she raised her head slightly that Ling Yue completely embraced her in his arms.

"Yue'er..."

Yi Chen kept panting, and Ling Yue knew that it was his lust spreading...

Before Ling Yue could come to her senses, Yi Chen's kiss landed on her shoulder...

This sudden kiss made Ling Yue's hands unconsciously grab Yi Chen's clothes.

"Yi Chen,..."

Yi Chen's kiss went from gentle to wild.

Ling Yue collapsed powerlessly under his attack, her continuous moans stirring up Yi Chen's long-suppressed desires.

Her soft breath just happened to spray on his chest and earlobes, bringing waves of hot and unbearable itchiness. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths secretly.

"Yuer, for the past twenty years, every night when I close my eyes, I long to dream of you."

Yi Chen whispered his thoughts about Ling Yue while letting Ling Yue lie down gently among the flowers on the rooftop...

His body slowly pressed down, fitting tightly against Ling Yue's softness. The sound of each other's heartbeats became the spark that ignited the desire in their hearts.

Yi Chen's kiss became more and more passionate, moving from Ling Yue's shoulders to her neck.

Then, he moved down along her slender neck, leaving a series of deep kisses at the opening of her clothes.

Ling Yue unconsciously tilted her head back slightly under the caress of Yi Chen's warm lips, letting out a soft moan.

Her hands unconsciously grasped Yi Chen's arms tightly, her fingertips digging into his skin, leaving light red marks...

Yi Chen's hand slowly moved along Ling Yue's waistline and gently lifted her clothes.

The palm with its unique warmth touched Ling Yue's warm skin, causing her to tremble slightly.

Ling Yue's hands unconsciously rubbed Yi Chen tighter.

"Yichen, Yue'er misses you!"

His movements were a little anxious, yet gentle.

Ling Yue's cheeks flushed like a rosy cloud, her eyes were blurred and fiery, filled with deep attachment and longing for Yi Chen.

"Yuer, I miss you every day too."

Yi Chen whispered in Ling Yue's ear, his breath sprayed on Ling Yue's ear, making her feel weak all over.

Ling Yue opened her eyes slightly and looked at Yi Chen, tears flashing in her eyes.

"Yi Chen, don't leave me..."

When Yi Chen heard this, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"No, it won't happen again."

He kissed Ling Yue's lips again, this kiss carrying a domineering oath.

The tip of his tongue forcefully pried open Ling Yue's lips and teeth, entangled with her tongue, and wantonly plundered her breath.

Ling Yue responded enthusiastically, her hands unconsciously moving from Yi Chen's waist to his back, scratching gently, as if urging him to caress her more deeply.

There was hazy mist on the glass, and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the air was mixed with an increasingly strong ambiguous atmosphere.

Yi Chen's lips slowly moved downwards, and wherever they touched, the buttons on Ling Yue's clothes were loosened one by one...

Yi Chen's clothes were slightly open, and the scars on his solid chest muscles were tightly fitted against Ling Yue's half-exposed skin.

Yi Chen's eyes were full of affection.

"You are so beautiful, Yue'er."

He lowered his head, and the kiss on Ling Yue's chest became as gentle as a feather brushing, but it stirred ripples in Ling Yue's heart.

Ling Yue bit her lower lip lightly, twisting her body slightly to cater to him, and her ten fingers were tightly embedded in Yi Chen's hair, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

Yi Chen's body trembled slightly. He tried hard to restrain the emotions surging like the tide in his heart, but he gradually sank into it under Ling Yue's enthusiastic response.

In this glass house, they freely released their thoughts and love for each other. Every kiss and every caress was full of affection, as if they wanted to make up for the time they had spent apart in the past with this passionate tenderness.

In this quiet and passionate space, they forgot everything, and it seemed as if the only existence in the whole world was each other.

In the interweaving of love and desire, they hugged each other tightly, unable to separate from each other.

However, at this moment, Yi Chen's mobile phone was flashing continuously because it was in silent mode, as if indicating that something urgent was happening.

Ling Yue caught a glimpse of the flickering screen from the corner of her eye, and her heart tightened. She subconsciously pushed Yi Chen...