newbobooks Chapter 268
Chapter 268
Nalan Jingwen raised his hand, touched the corner of his slightly reddened eyes, and gently rubbed them.
"You know I keep my word."
Nalan Yin stared intently at her with his affectionate eyes, grasped her hand, and then inserted his own hand between her fingers, intertwining them tightly.
"Sister, all you need to know is that Yin'er will never harm you."
Nalan Jingwen did not break free from his hand, her gaze calm.
“I hate it when people lie to me, especially…”
"If it's someone close to you, I'm only giving you one chance. Whether you speak up or not is entirely up to you."
Nalan Yin's hands were very cold, almost devoid of warmth, and she gradually tightened her grip on Nalan Yin's hand.
The windows inside were open, and the cold wind blew in, creeping up onto his exposed skin. Nalan Yin always dressed very lightly in front of Nalan Jingwen, and the cold wind made him shiver a little, revealing a pitiful look, but he did not loosen his grip on her hand at all.
Nalan Jingwen glanced at his pale face, then lifted him up by his bottom with her other hand. Nalan Yin gasped softly, his long legs instinctively clamping around her waist, leaning forward into her arms.
Her long robe trailed on the ground, revealing her long, snow-white legs beneath.
Nalan Jingwen then realized that the person was not wearing pants underneath. She picked him up, stood up, and went to close the window. The cold wind was blocked outside, and the howling sound was much quieter. She carried the person to the bedside and let go.
But the person on top of him didn't fall off; he clung to her firmly. Nalan Yin raised the corner of his eye, leaned closer to Nalan Jingwen, and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.
"When you said someone close to you, were you referring to Yin'er?"
Nalan Jingwen did not answer, but placed her warm hands on his bare thighs, her brows furrowing slightly. "Why aren't you wearing pants?"
Nalan Yin glanced down and said, "Isn't he the same? What he can do, I can do too."
"Don't you like it, sister?"
The "he" that Nalan Yin was referring to was Chi Chenyi.
They learn bad things instead of good ones.
"If you don't like it, then dress properly from now on."
"Does my sister dislike me dressing like this? Does she like that guy?"
As Nalan Yin spoke, she buried her head in Nalan Jingwen's neck and bit down, leaving a deep tooth mark, as if venting her anger.
Nalan Jingwen did not resist and let him bite her; it's normal for puppies to bite.
Nalan Yin looked up, her cold fingertips tracing the tooth mark, her eyes filled with endless love and reluctance.
"Sister, you must have Yin'er's mark on you."
"Will my sister always remember Yin'er?"
He tilted his head, his expression showing the innocent charm that one would expect at his age.
Nalan Jingwen sat on the bed, took the quilt and covered him with it. The two were pressed close together, and a continuous chill emanated from him.
Everything is clear now, is there any need to say anything more?
She looked at him and grabbed his cold hand. "If you want me to remember you forever, then live well."
Nalan Yin stared at her with his eyes, then suddenly laughed, like a spring breeze at night, causing thousands of pear blossoms to quietly bloom.
"Okay."
……
For the first time in so long, the two lay on the same bed. Nalan Yin opened his eyes and turned to look at the woman so close to him, his gaze lingering on every inch of her, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance firmly in his heart.
He slowly approached Nalan Jingwen, like a dying person in winter yearning for the warmth of a fire.
He carefully rested his head on Nalan Jingwen's shoulder, then leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek.
In fact, if it weren't for Nalan Jingwen, he would have died long ago, in that deep palace.
Even with the Red Passion Pavilion, the palace was heavily guarded, and there was no way he could escape. It was a deadly trap, and all his struggles were nothing more than prolonging his life.
However, everything changed after he met Nalan Jingwen.
He escaped, escaped the deep palace compound where countless people had died.
At that time, he was really happy. Look, people just can't believe in fate. All that talk about destiny being inescapable is bullshit.
He won, he defied that damn destiny.
These past two years have been stolen time for him, but he has no regrets.
If there's anything I regret, it's making a deal with Nalan Jingwen.
He should have made her marry him, instead of asking her to live openly and honestly in the sunlight.
Even if he is despised and scorned by the world, he is willing. He is not afraid of rumors and gossip.
But what is stolen must always be returned.
A hot tear rolled down her cheek and landed on Nalan Jingwen's shoulder. He hurriedly wiped it away, wanting to get away from her, but a hand pulled him back.
A warm hand covered his cheek, wiping away his tears. "Why are you crying?"
Nalan Jingwen pinched the pitifully little flesh on his face, and his voice softened.
Nalan Yin looked at her without saying a word.
"You didn't cry when it hurt so much back then, why are you crying now?"
Nalan Yin hated himself so much that his body was covered with old and new scars, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, and he never cried.
With a little effort, Nalan Jingwen pulled the person onto her body. Nalan Yin lay on top of her, feeling the warmth of her body, and her eyes welled up with tears again. She reached out and hugged her, burying her head in the crook of her neck.
Nalan Jingwen gently patted his back, and placed his other hand behind his neck, slowly kneading it.
After a long while, a muffled voice came from beside my ear, "Do you really hate me?"
She hated that he kept bothering her and that he always pressured her.
"It's okay if you hate me, just remember me."
Nalan Jingwen cupped his face in her hands, making him face her, and spoke earnestly.
"I told you, if you want me to remember you, then you'd better live well. I won't remember a dead person forever."
After she finished speaking, she gently kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes. Nalan Yin's eyelashes trembled, and his breath caught in his throat.
Seeing his stunned expression, Nalan Jingwen laughed.
"Didn't you always say you wanted me to take you? Why are you suddenly unresponsive now?"
Nalan Yin's eyes gradually focused, and she pulled Nalan Jingwen's hand to her heart.
"Did you feel it, sister?"
His heart was pounding violently beneath his palm; in the silent room, the sound of his heartbeat could even be heard.
"I felt it; it said you really like it."
Nalan Yin suddenly moved closer to her, their bodies pressed tightly together. His voice was low and soft, tender and affectionate, "Sister, we are connected by blood, we are destined lovers."
"You and I are a match made in heaven."
The two of them are the perfect match.