Chapter 109: Don’t Go Back
"Nian Ru, I will handle the matters of Nanmen State as quickly as possible and then come for you," Nanmen Yu said from the bottom of his heart. Only by completing this great task could he and Nian Ru have a future.
Prince Duan was not wrong about one thing, the current him really couldn’t make any promises to Nian Ru.
"Don’t, I don’t want you to go back." Zheng Nianru reached out to climb the man’s neck, wishing she could get even closer, her voice right next to Nanmen Yu’s ear, pleading, "I don’t want anything, I just want you by my side."
That cry in her voice came from her throat, expressing her grievances as if it held a fatal charm, making Nanmen Yu’s blood rush, wishing he could tear himself to pieces and present himself to the woman in his arms to be kneaded and shaped to her liking, to find comfort, to feel at peace.
"Nian Ru, listen to me, I’m doing this for our future too," Nanmen Yu choked up, empathizing with Zheng Nianru’s reluctance. He too could abandon everything, no matter how hard or tired he became, even if he had to remain a hostage in Nanzheng State for a lifetime.
But he couldn’t let Nian Ru suffer, he couldn’t allow her to be reckless for his sake. She deserved the best things in the world, to enjoy the finest.
Zheng Nianru lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, making Nanmen Yu’s heart tremble fiercely, blood rushing uncontrollably as he kissed her without heed, his restraint exploding in an instant. Nanmen Yu felt he could die just like this, and he would do so willingly.
"Nian Ru—" Nanmen Yu gasped heavily, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, his eyes clouded, his returning sanity wavering again at the sight of the young man. Half of his body already sinking into the mire, Nanmen Yu found no desire to struggle, even willing to slide further into it.
Zheng Nianru smiled, her reddened cheeks silently telling of all that had just transpired, her youthfully rumpled clothing.
Nanmen Yu joined in with an embarrassed low laugh, chagrined at his own inexperience, his disarray.
"Don’t go, this journey is too dangerous, you could die," Zheng Nianru protested, not letting it go, her reluctance mixed with plaintiveness. But Zheng Nianru had confidence, the Nanmen Yu before her seemed like prey already ensnared in her trap, prepared to agree to anything she asked, heedlessly consenting to all her demands.