The cool breeze of the night blew in.
Rong Yunyang felt the man’s gaze grow dark as she wrapped her clothes tighter.
“I’ll go up first, then.”
She took two more steps backwards.
A strong feeling of reluctance grew in Fu Beijue’s heart.
We would meet again tomorrow at noon, but now, he couldn’t bear to part with her.
He had waited for four years, but he couldn’t wait for this night.
“LaLa, wait.”
He spoke up and called out to the person who was about to turn and leave.
His gaze was so viscous that it left Rong Yunyang at a loss for words.
She looked down at the ground, her feet rustling against the dead leaves that had drifted down the street.
She said in a mute voice, “What else does Mr. Fu want to say?”
“What kind of food do you like to eat?” Fu Beijiu had no words to say, “I’ll have the kitchen prepare it in advance.”
In fact, he knew what she loved to eat like the back of his hand and had never forgotten it.
Perhaps the night was too beautiful, or perhaps the man’s voice was too gentle, Rong Yunyang actually stayed too.
She thought about it and said, “I love Chinese food, some simple home-cooked dishes will be fine, no need to make a fuss.”
A question and an answer, a topic that should also end.
Fu Beijiu was still reluctant, and he spoke again, “So what do you like to drink, red wine, or white wine, or tea?”
“Is plain water okay?” Rong Yunyang smiled, “I like to drink coffee when I’m working, I’ll drink some red wine when I attend a party, and I tend to drink plain water for my usual family meals.”
“Good, I will order someone to prepare it.”
Fu Beijiu looked at her quietly.
This face, which had appeared a thousand times in his dreams, could not make him look at it enough.
His sight was so burning, how could Rong Yunyang not feel it.
She hung her head low and her voice was hoarse to the core: “It’s late, I’ll go up first, Mr. Fu go back early.”
“I’ll watch you go up.”
Fu Beijiu’s voice was gentle to the extreme, softer than the moonlight.
Rong Yunyang turned her head and walked step by step towards the flat.
The roses were blooming on the courtyard wall, giving off a dark fragrance under the night breeze, the dark fragrance floating, the air quiet.
At her back, a pair of burning eyes stared back at her.
She walked slowly, as if she were walking a hundred-metre corridor, and finally reached the house, where she rounded the corridor before the sight behind her finally disappeared.
Rong Yunyan finally relaxed.
She had never been this nervous before when she was being watched by hundreds of eyes.
Today was the most nervous moment she could remember in her few remaining memories ……
She patted her cheeks and after the heat dissipated a bit, she then calmly walked upstairs.
When she reached the third floor, she was relieved to see that Rong Fang and Rong Xiyu had not woken up, and she gingerly returned to her room and walked back out onto the balcony again.
Downstairs, the man was still there.
The rose petals were blown off by the wind and fell on his shoulders along with the moonlight.
He seemed to see her and raised his arm and waved it, before bending down and sitting in the car.
This night, Rong Yunyan did not sleep well.
In her dreams, she tossed and turned with that long, slender, straight figure.
The man stepped out of the fog and approached her step by step, then violently grabbed her wrist and held her to the bed.
“La La, you can’t escape.”