Chapter 83 No Hugging Allowed! (1/2)

Before Yan Yu's words "Let's go home" had even faded, Ruan Tang felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already being led back into the house.

He turned around and kicked the door shut with his heel with a loud bang.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

The sunlight streaming through the window accentuated the man's taut jawline.

Without saying a word, he carried her and sat her down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Ruan Tang could clearly feel the large hands that were gripping her waist and the back of her knees trembling uncontrollably.

That invisible contract was now imprinting every last bit of the intense fear and lingering dread in his soul onto her heart.

He was squeezing her so tightly her bones felt like they were about to fall apart, but she didn't utter a sound or struggle.

The little girl nestled obediently in his arms, raising her soft little hand to pat his stiff, rock-like back again and again.

"Brother, you know I'm very capable, don't worry, okay?"

Her voice was so soft and gentle, it seemed to have no bones, and it drifted into his ears.

"Look, I'm perfectly fine."

These words are like a switch.

Yan Yu held her tightly in his arms, embracing her without leaving any space between them, and looked down at her.

His fingers slid to her wrist, and Ruan Tang's heart skipped a beat.

The man flipped his palm upwards, and her hand fell into his large, strong palm. He separated his fingertips and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“From now on,” his voice was hoarse as if it had been ground against hot gravel, yet each word was exceptionally domineering, “you are not allowed to go to unfamiliar places alone again.”

“This unexpected mountain in the village,” he paused, his eyes filled with unyielding darkness, “is not to be visited alone again.”

Ruan Tang shrank her neck guiltily and made a very soft "uh" sound, which was taken as an agreement.

Seeing her obedient and timid appearance, Yan Yu's raging storm was finally calmed down a bit.

But what followed was a surge of tenderness and possessiveness, a desire to tear her apart and devour her whole.

He suddenly leaned down, his hot breath spraying onto her lips, and kissed her fiercely, a kiss that was both punishing and cathartic.

This kiss was devoid of any tenderness.

He was filled with barely suppressed fear and a desire to plunder.

He roughly pried open her teeth, conquering her without giving her a chance to breathe, as if he wanted to transfer his soul into her body.

He only pulled away slightly after the little girl's eyes were red from the kisses, her body went limp, and she was completely subdued in his arms, her mind a complete mess.

Yan Yu pressed his forehead against the little girl's, "Tangtang," he said in a hoarse voice, the words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "I can't... lose you again."

These words were like a key, instantly unlocking the deepest, most bloody memories of his soul.

In the apocalypse, the despair and deathly silence of losing everything washed over Ruan Tang without reservation through the contract.

Ruan Tang's heart was gripped tightly, and she gasped in pain.

She straightened up, cupped the man's face in her hands, and kissed him earnestly.

This time, it was her turn.

In her clumsy yet utterly sincere way, she soothed his soul, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Her small hands cupped his angular face, and with her softest lips, she gently licked away his unease, soothing the wounds in his soul.

"No," she promised vaguely yet with unwavering conviction between kisses, "We've made a vow, and we'll never be apart for all eternity."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the man regained the initiative and took the lead.

He picked her up in one swift motion, turned her around, and pressed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed), kissing her even deeper and more fiercely.

He wanted her.

Now.