3 Bay Street

After being discharged from the hospital, An Chen recuperated in Haiwan Street for nearly a month.

During the recuperation period, Han Ning also stayed with him at home, and occasionally had conference calls and video conferences in the study, and even asked Lin Butler to come and sign documents every day. In short, he never went out unless necessary.

The night was dark, and the cool sea breeze was blowing.

In a room with tightly closed curtains, under a warm orange bedside wall lamp, the passionate kiss filled the whole room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Messy clothes were scattered on the floor, Han Ning hugged An Chen tightly, and kissed his forehead and ears repeatedly.

He knew he should push the young man away.

But I really can't bear it.

If you can't bear it, if you can't push it away, you can only sink together.

Han Ning groped for An Chen's left hand, separated his fingers, and clasped his fingers together before falling into a deep sleep.

In the haze, faint laughter came from the seaside.

It was already noon when Han Ning woke up.

He tilted his head, looked at the young man who was still sleeping next to him, looked at him for a long time, lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then got out of bed and started cooking breakfast.

Sunlight spilled into the bedroom through the curtains, and the faint aroma of vegetable porridge came from the living room.

It seems to be back to every morning in the past, beautiful and full of joy.

An Chen opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. This is Han Ning's bedroom.

He turned his head and saw the photo frame on the bedside cabinet. Inside the photo frame was a sketch of a white rose that he sent back to Han Ning when he was studying abroad.

Holding the porridge, Han Ning leaned against the door: "Are you awake?"

An Chen was slightly ashamed, pulled off the quilt and covered his whole head.

"Ah."

A low, muffled, joyous voice came from under the quilt.