Why exactly she couldnât understand, she just cried helplessly with the aid of alcohol.
She suddenly started reciting poetry, as if she were mad: "Why do my eyes often fill with tears? Because Iâlove! So! Deeply! Love so deeply... How deep? You guess... How deep..."
"Wei Wei..." Nian Shenâs voice was already nearly hoarse, "I love you."
Heather was suddenly taken aback for a moment, her gaze on the ceiling flickered, her voice choking: "Ah Nian..."
"Yes, I am Ah Nian..." He cupped the back of her head with one hand, letting her collapse into his arms, his voice sounding extremely distressed.
"Ugh..." Suddenly, Heather burst into tears, "Liar... Ah Nian wonât come anymore... He hates me now... Itâs my fault he hates me... He wonât come..."
"I am here, itâs me! I donât hate you, I love you very much."
Heather let go of him, holding Nian Shenâs face in her hands, her vision blurred, tears clouding the interface before her.
She blinked, and tears fell from her eyelashes onto the back of his hand, scalding hot.
He could feel her inner pain, and that made him suffer even more.
His fingertips wiped the moisture from her face, deeply and sincerely: "Wei Wei, I am Ah Nian, I am back."
"Ah Nian..." At this moment, before her eyes, Ah Nian, or perhaps Nian Shen, the two faces gradually overlapped...
Who is he? Is he Ah Nian? Or Nian Shen?
She didnât know... Who exactly is he!
It must be Ah Nian... His voice is so much like Ah Nian...
Heatherâs lips were trembling, she closed her eyes, and her parched lips gradually met his.
He did not move, letting her kiss.
She licked and tasted his lips over and over, tracing the contours of his lips, feeling his warmth, and then... once again burst into tears.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him through tear-stained eyes, crying with joy: "Itâs really Ah Nianâs taste... You really are Ah Nian..."
"I am. Wei Wei... I need you..."
After saying this, he could no longer hold back, suddenly pulling Heather towards him, capturing her lips, kissing, licking, tasting.
He had suppressed his thoughts of her for too long, too long. Each time he suppressed them, the longing, the feelings, when their lips met, were ignited and out of control, no longer able to restrain the yearning and erupting desire for her.
He pried open her lips, his tongue driving in.
Both with their eyes closed, the familiar sensation welled up between them.
She pulled off his tie, violently tearing open his shirt directly, buttons scattering, her hands continuously caressing his muscular chest.
It was also a familiar feeling for her there.
Her hands slowly slid into his shirt, removing it from his body. Slowly sliding down again...
His entire blood was boiling, his breathing becoming very rapid.
Meanwhile, Heatherâs top was also removed by him, leaving just the inner garment. His hand wandered to her back, undoing her bra.
The two cooperated with each otherâs rhythm, everything was a familiar taste.