Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting escorted Grandma back to her room.
They finally returned to their own room.
As soon as the door closed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat on the chair and stared at Song Moting.
Song Moting awkwardly twisted his body, "Xiaoxiao, why are you staring at ? Haven’t you seen your husband being this handso?"
"Song Moting, don’t you have anything you want to ask ?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt she couldn’t ignore reality; so things must be faced.
Her guise has fallen apart such that Song Moting must have been paying a lot of attention to her.
Just like when they encountered danger on the snow mountain last ti, Song Moting’s silence didn’t an ignorance.
She was just pretending to be deaf and dumb, honestly resembling a bit like the proverbial ostrich.
But facts are facts.
No one can escape them.
Song Moting sighed, walked to his wife, and hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao from behind tightly.
Then he released her, as if worried about hurting her.
She felt warmth rush to her cheeks, his breath gently brushing through her hair.
"Wifey, don’t overthink. There are things I know you don’t want to say, nor do I want to ask — I don’t want the answer. All I want to tell you is, no matter what you do, I am behind you, the Song family is behind you.
I can’t guarantee others, my uncle, my dad, my uncle all have their own interests, but as long as it involves the Song family’s interests, they won’t stand idly by.
Moreover, I can guarantee that Grandpa and Grandma will stand with , and we will be your strongest support and backing. What you did today was excellent, so things must be kept in your own hands because once they are let out, no one can guarantee the final outco.
I can’t say anything else, but the only thing I can do is to protect you with my life."
This frank statent, so different from his usual gentlemanly deanor, carried a restrained firmness.
Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned into his embrace, moved, she tightly gripped Song Moting’s arm.
"Actually, I have..."
A large hand covered her mouth.
Song Moting stared at her sincerely, "Don’t say it! So secrets, I hope they’re yours alone. If you choose to share this secret with , it’s a sign of your trust, but I don’t want this secret to hurt you in the future.
Rember not to easily trust anyone, not even ! People can change.
At this mont, I can live and die for you. But what if sothing happens? I hope you understand, protect yourself, take care of yourself. I will do my best to guard you. But I never want to be the one who might hurt you soday."
Song Moting’s words were very realistic but also very sincere, truly heartbreaking.
Song Moting wasn’t complacent due to Jiang Xiaoxiao’s honesty, but instead kept reminding Jiang Xiaoxiao.
This kind of protection made Jiang Xiaoxiao feel touched and speechless; Song Moting really did love her deeply.
He truly cared for her in his own way, protecting her.
She felt her heart afla, an unfamiliar turmoil grasping her entire being.
Her heart was racing.
The large hands gently cradled hers.
"Really not going to say it? This is the only chance! Also, the only chance I might speak without reservation. Don’t you want to know?"
In the dim room, she gazed at his eyes, the faint light from the window casting on his face.
His expression was determined, his eyes narrowed, lips sensually poised.
His gaze from half-lowered eyelids burned hotly on her.
"No! Damn it, my curiosity is almost persuading to abandon this damn promise, but I don’t want you to say it. Don’t! Definitely don’t."
He said roughly.
He took a deep breath, released it tremblingly.
Seeming relieved.
"We need to talk."
"We are talking."
Jiang Xiaoxiao pointed out.
"Not like this."
He suddenly bent down, scooping her into his arms.
Surprised, she clung to his neck to maintain balance.
"What are you doing?"
She exclaid, watching him carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed.
She felt as if still in a dream, as if this wasn’t real, yet she had never felt such an intense need, never craved the man before her this much, besides him.
The desire’s force shocked her; she wasn’t sure how she had co to this.
Swearing to protect, seed about to escape the high walls.
This was an overwhelming force that unexpectedly burst through her inner confines.
Eyes t eyes.
He instantly realized her retreat.
He tossed the shirt onto the floor, kicked away his shoes, then removed his socks.
"I can’t believe I can refuse the allure of knowing secrets, do you know how much courage that takes?"
He raised his head to look at her, murmured.
For a mont, his gaze was so hot it almost felt like her whole body was burning.
"What to do?"
"Compensate , use your lifeti to compensate for my stifled curiosity."
Everything spun around, and she suddenly found herself lying there.
His desperate touch was as sudden as the first ti he touched her, yet incredibly powerful, a feeling of real invasion.
Her eyes widened in surprise, fingers digging into his shoulder.
As if that could create the largest distance.
Couldn’t believe he beca so aggressive.
So intense it made one aware of the danger.
He t her gaze, his imnse body in one stable and solid move entirely...
Leaving no room for her hesitation.
Her responses ignited by his heated force.
He smoothly thick and astonishingly explored everything...
That feeling like a collision of worlds.
He securely held her, gaze focused on her face.
She couldn’t suppress her cry of surprise, the sensory pleasure almost felt like prolonged tornt.
Her heart pounded fiercely against her chest.
In desperation, her hands clutched him, as if fearing being ripped apart by uncontrollable power.
He soothingly whispered to her, murmuring assurances she hardly understood, but his rich voice was more effective than any language.
Pushing away all unrest.
......
This dayti frenzy, more intense and unrestrained than she imagined, and she didn’t want him to stop.
At this mont, they broke the wall that had been between them.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt her heart close.
Her self-assured caution and self-control seed nothing.
Once Song Moting launched his offensive, she realized that with him, she had no caution or self-control.
Completely defeated!
How could she not love him?
His considerate protection, even disregarding curiosity, is his persistence, clever and dignified, in maintaining her.
She didn’t know what to do; she had no reference for such experiences.
She had never loved any man — never allowed herself too close to any man.
What he showed now was rare firmness, she had no doubt he would be rciless if necessary.
Yet when with her, he had always been gentle and polite.
She closed her eyes, rembering his words and actions.
This was what it felt like to love soone.
To be loved.
She would spend her life loving this man.
He was right; her secrets were enough to warrant her lifeti’s compensation to him.
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