Chapter 591 - 570 Second Update
Nanny Yun gasped, and Fu Dong, who hurried to light the lantern, dropped the fire starter in fright. The more she panicked, the more chaotic it became, and still, darkness prevailed.
In the pitch-black darkness, Zheng Nianru felt the warmth of breath rushing toward her. The man’s alcohol breath made Zheng Nianru frown; in the next moment, that hand brushed her shoulder.
"I am unwilling—" The man’s voice, devoid of the calm of the previous moment, sounded like a child who felt wronged and was eager for affirmation. The hand on Zheng Nianru’s shoulder gradually increased its pressure, holding on to that tangible touch, until the warmth spread from his fingertips, reaching his heart which was already cold.
Zheng Nianru paused slightly, unable to comprehend the man’s meaning, but she recognized the voice—Ju Nanyi. He was unwilling, but unwilling to do what?
Just as Zheng Nianru was about to speak,
the man murmured the same line again.
"I am unwilling, don’t go—" Ju Nanyi’s voice rose a notch, also becoming much clearer.
Nanny Yun’s hands, which were busy dressing, trembled. She could no longer care about her own clothing as she felt a strange atmosphere, and without hesitation, she tried to squeeze in.
But just as she approached Ju Nanyi, Ju Nanyi raised his hand, and with the help of alcohol, pushed Nanny Yun away without any hesitation. He lowered his head and went straight in for a kiss, capturing those soft lips with unerring accuracy in the darkness.
Nanny Yun fell onto the spread-out bedding, scrambling up just as the light in Fu Dong’s hand tore through the darkness. Xing Yu was barging in through the door, followed by Nian Xia, and suddenly everyone froze in their tracks.
The drapes hung halfway over Ju Nanyi’s shoulder, revealing only the faint outlines of... unseen by the eyes of those present.
"Clang—" The lantern in Fu Dong’s hand rolled back onto the ground, and the darkness enveloped the area once more. No one even dared to breathe, but in that darkness, someone forgot everything. The long-dormant memories ignited like wildfire spurred on by alcohol, the best kindling; Ju Nanyi felt every bit of his skin singing in celebration.