The heart suddenly clenched tightly, as if tied into a knot—pain!
Lin Banxia lay on the desk, her small hand nervously clenching into a fist. She rembered that day.
Finally rembered!
From this mont on, there were only twenty-so days left.
In her past life, she ran away in a panic, driving off because of fear. She was afraid of trouble and afraid of bloodshed.
But when she returned ho, she heard people say that Yan Ting had been in a major car accident on the way ho. He was injured and hospitalized!
Lin Banxia went to the hospital with Huo Qinglin. At the ti, Yan Ting was still unconscious, not yet awake!
But she saw his chest wrapped in bandages, with injuries elsewhere on his body too.
In her past life, she rely thought Yan Ting’s situation was tragic. But now, her heart ached profoundly.
No matter what, she wouldn’t let him leave the house that day—even if it ant losing the pear garden.
She didn’t want to experience his gravely injured state ever again.
Suddenly, the light overhead went out!
Lin Banxia abruptly stood up, looking out through the antique window.
She saw a tall figure on the garden path, holding an umbrella, walking steadily toward the room.
As soon as Lin Banxia saw his figure, her heart started beating wildly.
She quickly walked to the door and pushed it open.
Yan Ting had already approached her, standing under the eaves. He closed his umbrella and stood there with an unhurried calmness, the dim light casting what seed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Aren’t you afraid, guarding a garden all by yourself?" Yan Ting asked her deeply, his tone indeed carrying hints of amusent.
Lin Banxia launched herself at him, clutching his neck tightly and pressing her face to his chest. "Afraid, I’m terrified!"
What she feared was that he might face a car accident.
Yan Ting loved seeing her rush into his embrace like this—adorable and playful.
"Need to keep you company all night?" The man’s voice suddenly dipped, low and sultry.
So husky that one could hear the mischievous intent in his words.
"Mm!" Lin Banxia nodded, then added, "But only sleeping, nothing else."
Yan Ting murmured in her ear, "Is your thing still here? Been days now, hasn’t it?"
Lin Banxia giggled softly. Was he getting impatient?
"Everyone calls you the aloof and abstinent idol, but why does it feel to ... not only are you not aloof, you’re far from abstinent?"
Yan Ting chuckled out loud too. "Who said that? Definitely not you!"
"Of course not . I’ve never thought so!" Lin Banxia tilted her gaze upward, and in the darkness, she could still see the fiery brightness in the man’s eyes.
Yan Ting cast aside all reservations, indulgently capturing her small mouth with his own.
Lin Banxia tilted her small head back, her cascade of jet-black hair falling like a waterfall, exuding endless charm.
Yan Ting’s fingers slid into her silky hair, holding her small head as he deepened the kiss.
Lin Banxia’s legs were about to give way, her whole body growing weak, leaning into his embrace for support.
At this mont, Yan Ting didn’t want to do anything else—he just wanted to rge the woman in his arms into himself.
Unfortunately...
Today wasn’t convenient!
After kissing for a long ti, Lin Banxia felt her brain growing even dizzier.
"Yan Ting... Ting, I just realized how lovely your na sounds!" Lin Banxia, disoriented, reached out and traced his na on his chest.
"What, didn’t you think so before?" The man’s voice was magnetic and hoarse, clearly feeling discomfort and frustration.
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