body stiff, and his eyes were also staring blankly at Zhuo Yu'an walking out of the bedroom door into the light. He glanced indifferently at her on the sofa, then ignored her completely and walked to...Upon learning of her early return, Song Jingye arranged his work in advance and calculated the time to fly back to Beijing from the southwest. He landed at the capital airport about two hours before her.

At this time, it was already 9 pm. The airport lights were bright, but there weren't many people around. From afar, you could see her group coming out of the exclusive passage. At the exit, she and several young colleagues greeted the leaders individually, seeing them into their respective chauffeured cars. She was neither servile nor arrogant, acting politely and thoughtfully. After seeing off all the cars, she and her colleagues pushed their luggage towards the taxi zone.

She walked with a slight limp, but it didn't dampen her good mood. She chatted and laughed with her colleagues along the way. Song Jingye didn't come forward to greet her. He just stood by the roadside, sizing her up from head to toe, slowly waiting for her to approach, waiting to surprise her.

When their eyes met, Chen Ling stopped in her tracks and stared at him in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe he was at Beijing Capital International Airport.

"What's wrong" her colleague next to her asked.

There was no reply, for she had already dropped her luggage and rushed towards him, throwing herself into his arms with passionate bravery.

Song Jingye caught her with both hands: "Be careful of your feet."

Chen Ling hugged him tightly, as if she were dreaming. "You're not on a business trip in the southwest You said you wouldn't be back for another week,"

"Well, come back early to pick you up."

Chen Ning was so happy she almost cried, holding onto him tightly. People came and went around them, all rushing to catch their cars. The two of them stood out with their figure and temperament, attracting curious glances from passersby.

Xu Haichen and a few colleagues came over, gave a light cough, and said: "We'll go first."

Chen Ning only then felt embarrassed and stood up straight from Song Jingye's embrace. Since they were all young people walking together at the end of work, everyone understood.

Leaving, everyone asked Xu Haichen: “Who is her boyfriend, the one named Song”

Intermittent sounds came.

"Low-key enough."

"If there's this kind of relationship, what are we even fighting for"

"Envy."

Chen Ning turned back to look at their departing figures, and with a hint of apology in her eyes, looked at Song Jingye: "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now and couldn't help myself."

She was afraid it would damage his reputation.

Song Jingye didn't speak, but he pulled her back into his arms and held her tightly. She was hugged so tightly that she could hardly breathe. All her senses were filled with his scent, and she felt a bit reluctant to push him away.

"Fortunately, Song Jingye only hugged for a moment before letting go. "The car is in the underground garage, you wait here, I'll drive."

"I'll go with you."

"Can you still walk" he asked, looking down at her feet.

"Slow down, it's okay."

Song Jingye pushed her suitcase with one hand and held her hand with the other as they walked toward the garage, taking the elevator straight down.

He parked his car, and looking around, he could hardly see anyone.

The empty space instantly became a world of two, and the hands clasped together warmed up. Both of them had some thoughts, after all, they hadn't seen each other for half a month.

But both of them were particularly patient people. Besides feeling each other's hearts through their intertwined hands, they remained outwardly calm and composed as they walked towards his car.

As he reached his car, Song Jingye released her hand and went to the trunk to put their luggage away.

Chen Ling returned to the passenger seat and waited for him. The garage was dimly lit and unnervingly quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat quickening and pounding in her ears.

Song Jingye quickly put his luggage in the car and sat in the driver's seat, but instead of starting it immediately, he turned to look at her.

His features were indistinct in the dim light, only hazy outlines visible, but his whole aura was intensely invasive.

Chen Ning replied without a word: "Are you back, won't it delay work"

Song Jingye: "It's all set."

"Oh." she nodded.

I still wanted to find some more topics to talk about, I had to say something. After so long without seeing each other, he suddenly pulled me over and we kissed in the dark.

All the longing, worry, and love of these days have been poured into this kiss, needing no words.

She clung to him tightly, and he held her just as close, their kiss deepening with each passing moment.

Occasionally a vehicle would pass by their window, its headlights flashing across their faces. They closed their eyes, lost in the moment.

The more he kissed, the more he wanted. He craved for more. Finally, Song Jingye, panting slightly, broke the kiss first. In a public parking garage, it was impossible to let things go too far.

After he let go of her, Chen Ning slumped back into her own seat and turned away to look out the window, not daring to face him. Her whole body was hot, her face almost burning up.

Song Jingye, seeing this, raised the corners of his tightly pursed lips and drove away from the garage.

When the car reached the pavement, Chen Ling rolled down the window a little, letting in the cool breeze to dissipate the heat on her face. Her mind cleared from the turmoil of emotions brought on by the previous encounter with the man, and she dared to sit up straight and turn to look at him.

He is really handsome, with clear and resolute facial features. His skin is firm and his lines are smooth. Even though he's relaxed now, his driving posture is still upright.

She couldn't help but make a smitten face when she looked at him.

Song Jingye turned his head slightly and glanced at her, she was truly naive.

"After sitting on the plane for so long, aren't you tired You still have some time to get home, why don't you rest for a bit first."

"Not tired, I slept on the plane already. Might not be able to sleep tonight, just adjusting to the time difference." She said realistically, not dwelling on anything else.

Until Song Jingye repeated her words: "Oh, jet lag!"

That was profound.

It seems like there might be a misunderstanding, and she might have meant something else by that.

"I didn't mean anything by it," she said, her explanation sounding a bit too defensive, her voice losing its conviction.

"Did I make myself clear" Song Jingye saw that there were fewer cars on the road and slightly accelerated the throttle.

Okay, Chen Ning stopped talking.

As a result, Song Jingye suddenly said, "It's okay if you can't sleep, I'll help you adjust to the time difference."

Chen Ning turned again to face the window on her right, simply opening the car window wider, letting the night wind cool her burning heart.

Upon arriving at his home, she didn't even take her luggage. He carried her straight from the car to their room, their lips and bodies never parting as they moved from the yard to the bedroom.

There was a rather awkward moment in the middle. She needed to take a shower, but her injured foot still couldn't touch water. Before, when she was abroad, she could wash herself gradually on her own. Now, with two of them crammed into the bathroom, it was too crowded and there was simply no space for her injured foot.

So he was the one washing her, with her injured foot hanging from his arm throughout the whole process. That left her practically leaning on him, with her entire weight resting on his waist out of necessity.

She was half a head taller than him, and he only needed to lower his head slightly for his face to be almost buried in hers.

This made her tremble all over.

This shower, of course, was rushed. She didn't even remember it. Her injured foot was carefully held in place by him, while her other foot swung wildly.

He always kept his word. He promised to help her adjust to the time difference and he really put in the effort to do so.

Throughout the whole process, it felt like I was releasing all the love I'd been holding onto for half a month.cent rooms, 1102 and 1103 respectively on the eleventh floor.A group of people laughed as they got into the elevator. Shū Tīnglán and Zhuó Yǔ'ān stood shoulder to shoulder in the last row, and he reac...