After a whole day’s worth of training, Su Yue was tired. It took a toll on her so she didn’t react.
Ming Ansheng didn’t want to wake her either. He just wanted to say her name.
Her face had become tanned from exposure to the sun the whole day. Inch by inch, Ming Ansheng moved closer to Su Yue’s face.
Even closer.
Finally, his lips met her face. It was as smooth as he imagined, and it felt a million times better than he thought it would be.
His deep breaths landed on Su Yue’s face and she frowned.
Ming Ansheng hurriedly retreated and stood up.
His heart palpitated like never before. It threatened to pop out of his ribcage.
He entered the kitchen anxiously and leaned on the kitchen counter. He touched his lips and relived the sweetness of that moment.
He felt like he was under a spell he couldn’t break out of. He couldn’t control his strong desires for Su Yue much longer.
What should he do? What should he do?
…
Ming Ansheng looked at the clock. It was almost 10 p.m. She probably wouldn’t be able to return to her hostel anymore.
He had simply no choice but to wake her up. “Yueyue, it’s time to eat.”
“I’m tired. I don’t want to eat,” Su Yue said lazily, waving her hand.
Ming Ansheng asked gently, “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Nope,” Su Yue answered with a shake of her head. She turned over and faced Ming Ansheng. With one hand under her face, her gaze subconsciously flitted over to his waist.
‘That thorn apple tattoo on his waist looks way better…’
Meiduo’s words suddenly came into her mind. She opened her sleepy eyes and said, “Uncle Ming, I want to see your thorn apple.”
Ming Ansheng froze.
Su Yue observed his reaction and recalled his previous words to her. Then she hurriedly said, “It’s okay. I don’t want to see it anymore.”
Then she flipped over and back-faced Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng knew why she suddenly changed her mind. “It’s okay, you can take a look.”
Then he sat beside her. He had changed into home clothes just now, so he was now in a loose white T-shirt.
He lifted the shirt slowly.
Su Yue turned around and surprise-filled her.
The blackthorn apple had other colors bordering it. In contrast to his fair skin tone, the flower seemed exceptionally beautiful and realistic.
“It’s beautiful,” Su Yue commented. She couldn’t help but extend her hand to touch it.
The tips of her fingers grazed the area on his waist gently and Ming Ansheng’s body tensed immediately.
He held his breath, his eyelashes quivering slightly.
‘Yueyue, Yueyue…’
Ming Ansheng repeated continuously, the name that made his heart ache.
‘Why did they have to give birth to me…’
How he wanted to hug her and tell her he would take care of her forever.
The tattoo was on the right side of Ming Ansheng’s waist.
Su Yue couldn’t take her eyes off it. “This flower is so cool and pretty.”
“Yueyue.” Ming Ansheng couldn’t hold it in any longer. He grabbed Su Yue’s wrist and stared at her with a fiery gaze.
His sudden move shocked Su Yue. It took her a while before she could react. “What… What’s wrong?”
She met his gaze and she felt like her insides caught fire.
She was at a loss of what to do, and panic filled her small face.
Ming Ansheng held her wrist tightly, trying hard to calm his racing heart.
“Get up and eat, then I’ll send you back to school. If not, you won’t be able to enter when they lock the dormitory gates.”
