Tang Li said, "What you’re saying sounds like you’re inciting to rebel."
"Seduce or enlighten, either way," Song Baiyan smiled as he looked at her: "One should live a happy life. Right now, it’s the perfect ti for you to live freely. It won’t be too late to consider other things once you’re past this age."
In her heart, Tang Li felt increasingly sure, if Song Baiyan had children, he would definitely be an enlightened father.
At least, he wouldn’t be as arbitrary and dictatorial as Lai Wenyan.
Thinking of children, Tang Li’s thoughts drifted away.
In her past life, Song Baiyan died young, never married, and naturally, he left no children behind.
What about this life?
Without holding a spoon, Tang Li’s left hand moved under the table, resting on her stomach. Many things were already different from her past life. Now that he was with her, even though they hadn’t engaged in a physical relationship, as long as they didn’t part ways, would she end up bearing his children in the future?
Thinking this way, her heart softened.
Then, she thought of four years later.
If she didn’t marry Han Jifeng, she could escape the fate of her past life, but what about Song Baiyan?
—Would he still pass away at 36 due to illness?
In this life, subconsciously, she saw Song Baiyan as her dependence.
If he truly left her, just like a bird unable to find its nest or a ship that can’t return to its harbor, Tang Li would once again feel the loneliness she experienced being locked in a villa in her past life.
After Tang Yin passed away, she beca rootless duckweed.
Now, she had learned to depend again.
Knowing that she shouldn’t rely on it, for once one becos accustod to dependence, it’s easy to beco a Vincetoxicum, but still, she couldn’t control her own heart.
Perhaps it was because she knew, Song Baiyan was not Han Jifeng.
If Han Jifeng taught her to see the reality clearly and to recognize her own foolishness, often bringing a subtle feeling of embarrassnt with mories of the past that she didn’t want to dwell on, then Song Baiyan was like a ntor in her life.
He was teaching her things that helped her grow from a girl into a woman.
In fact, Tang Li was well aware that the most direct way to turn a girl into a woman was through a man’s caress.
After the late-night snack, they went upstairs to rest.
Song Baiyan had just thrown his belt on the bed and undone a shirt button, intending to take a shower, when there was a knock on the door. He went to open it and found Tang Li standing outside with a pillow in her arms.
She had already changed into pajamas, was wearing slippers, and looked at him with clear eyes: "I’m scared to sleep in the guest room. May I sleep with you like last ti?"
Song Baiyan couldn’t help but chuckle, then said, "A man’s room isn’t quite appropriate for an unmarried young lady to spend the night in too often."
His words were like a warning, educating her.
Tang Li couldn’t help but retort, "If I were 29 now, would it be appropriate?"
"..."
The girl’s gaze was forthright and candid, not concealing her intentions at all, leaving Song Baiyan at a loss. Just as he was about to say sothing else, Tang Li suddenly stepped forward, their bodies close together, and she looked up saying, "Although I may not have the body of a hot model, I’ve developed quite well, right?"
The next mont, Song Baiyan stepped back.
He went to the bedside table, picked up a lighter and lit a cigarette; through the thin smoke, Tang Li heard the man’s deep voice: "Go back to the guest room to rest. I have so work to deal with in a bit."
Tang Li watched his tall figure and the flickering cigarette ember.
Suddenly, she rembered that night in the car when she kissed him, and afterwards, he got out of the car to smoke.
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