Chapter 918: Chapter 149: Devouring Love, Deep as Bones

Tang Yige’s face was flushed, and her grip on his shirt unconsciously loosened.

Tang Yige furrowed her brows, trying to push him away.

But it backfired, and instead, she was caught and unable to break free.

Tang Yige was anxious, angry, and embarrassed, punching his chest with her fists.

Not wanting this.

The more Tang Yige hit him, the more frenzied and excited he became, cornering Yige into the nook of the back seat, trapping her there securely, kissing her more deeply.

Tang Yige’s head was dizzy, not for anything else, purely because she couldn’t breathe.

Before Tang Yige felt she would suffocate, someone finally showed mercy and released her lips.

But before Tang Yige could relax, he lifted her hand along his belt and downward.

Her expression became anxious and terrified, desperately trying to retract her hand.

Helpless against Rong Sinan’s strength, no matter how hard Tang Yige tried, she couldn’t escape the thing in her palm.

"Rong Sinan, can you be any more shameless?!" Tang Yige was choking with rage.

Rong Sinan panted, staring at Tang Yige’s moist eyes, burning and glaringly bright, his lips close to her flushed face, "Help me once."

"I refuse! Let go of me!" Tang Yige felt extremely ashamed, speaking in a raspy voice.

"I’m uncomfortable." Rong Sinan pressed his brows tightly, his voice full of pain.

Tang Yige gritted her teeth, "You deserve it."

Rong Sinan pursed his lips, suddenly kissed Tang Yige heavily on the cheek, and then released her hand.

Tang Yige withdrew her hand stiffly, nearly crying, turned sideways, hurriedly opened the car door, and jumped out as if fleeing, wishing she could fly into the apartment building.

Rong Sinan watched as Tang Yige briskly walked into the apartment building.

His back, like a taut bowstring, suddenly leaned back against the seat, his handsome face flushed unnaturally, his eyes closing slightly in weakness, breathing tightly.

...

Tang Yige rushed back into the apartment, storming into Rong Rui’s bathroom, her speed catching the attention of Zhang Xu, Zhang Lan, and Rong Rui who were watching a TV drama on the sofa.

Rong Rui’s eyes moved, shifting the little hamster pillow aside, slid off the sofa, tilted his little head to glance into the room, walking towards it.

Zhang Xu and Zhang Lan exchanged glances, then continued watching TV.

Earlier, Tang Yige had gone out with Rong Sinan, and upon returning, rushed into the room. It wasn’t hard to imagine what she had gone through outside.

Rong Rui didn’t know when he had stood at the bathroom door.

He stared with big, clear eyes marveling at Tang Yige.

To be fair, washing hands is washing hands, but did the tangled, angry, frustrated expression have to be so rich?

Before Tang Yige washed her hands for the fifth time, Rong Rui couldn’t stand it any longer, hugging his little chest, said, "Little Gege, are you okay?"

Tang Yige inhaled, suddenly turned her head, finally noticing Rong Rui at the door.

Okay, she was too focused on washing her hands just now.

"Little Gege, did you fall outside?" Rong Rui asked.

"No." Tang Yige’s cheeks were flushed.

"Yesterday, Aunt Zhang and I took a walk downstairs, saw that there was dog poop that wasn’t cleaned up in the community, don’t know if it’s cleaned up today." Rong Rui continued.

Tang Yige looked at her hand, then at Rong Rui, several black lines sliding down the back of her head.

So, the little guy thought she fell and happened to touch the poop? (⊙﹏⊙)

Seeing the little guy’s determined look, Tang Yige instantly felt that even trying to explain wouldn’t make sense.

So she didn’t explain.

Later, Tang Yige carried Rong Rui out, placed him on the sofa next to Zhang Lan, and went upstairs again.

Sitting at the work desk, Tang Yige thought that after the afternoon, the same situation wouldn’t occur again at night.

However, Tang Yige sat in the swivel chair for nearly half an hour, holding the paintbrush that never fell.

Ultimately, Tang Yige gave up.

Feeling a bit irritated, grabbing her hair, Tang Yige decided to go downstairs and watch a melodrama with Rong Rui and Zhang Lan.

Past ten o’clock.

Zhang Xu planned to go back to his room, shower, and apply a face mask for rest, waking up early for work the next day.

Zhang Lan also had a routine of resting around ten.

Tang Yige let Zhang Lan rest, while she took care of Rong Rui’s bathing and grooming.

So Zhang Lan went to his room.

Tang Yige saw that the little guy was also sleepy, turned off the TV, carried him to the room.

In the bathroom, she quickly washed Rong Rui, wrapped him in a large, soft towel, and placed him on the soft bed.

Promptly, she pulled out his favorite little dinosaur pajamas from the wardrobe, dressed him, tucked him under the covers, and soothed him to sleep, patting his little head.

Rong Rui soon fell asleep.

Watching him sleep, Tang Yige leaned down and kissed his little brow twice, covered him well, and went to the bathroom to shower with her sleepwear.

...

That night, Tang Yige inexplicably had insomnia.

Initially tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the more she tried the more frustrated her heart became.

She struggled until three or four in the morning before she reluctantly closed her eyes and entered a light sleep.

But just as she slipped into light sleep, she began dreaming.

She dreamed of Zhou Xueran pulling her and Tang Ruan to the garden to play shuttlecock, plant flowers.

Dreamed of Zhou Xueran sitting them side by side in front of the dressing mirror, doing their hair.

Dreamed of Zhou Xueran buying them the same clothes, teaching them to play piano.

It started with warm memories.

But then everything in the dream changed.

Zhou Xueran rarely smiled at her, always looked anxious and sad around her.

Gradually, whenever Zhou Xueran saw her, she would silently weep.

She never saw a trace of happiness on Zhou Xueran’s face anymore.

The day broke.

In Tang Yige’s mind, it was like there was a clock reminding her it was dawn.

Tang Yige woke up.

Her head ached.

The images from last night’s dream were sharply etched in her mind.

Tang Yige sat up, turned to look towards the window.

Looking through the gap in the curtains, Tang Yige saw a blinding white glow, like frost condensing on the glass.

Tang Yige’s heart, inexplicably saddened.

...

After Rong Rui woke up, Tang Yige got up with him, went to the bathroom to wash up.

Rong Rui stood on a stool at the sink, holding an electric toothbrush to brush his teeth.

His tousled short hair beneath his little white face, smooth and tender.

His black eyes under his fair skin, appearing even more strikingly bright.

Rong Rui stared straight at Yige standing beside him, also brushing her teeth.

Yige’s face looked weary, heavy bags under her eyes, and her brows slightly furrowed, as if containing unsolvable distress, simmering beneath.

Rong Rui’s big eyes flashed twice, then quickly took in some water, rinsed off the foam in his mouth.

Putting the toothbrush into the cup, Rong Rui rested both hands on the sink, tilting his head to look at Yige, "Little Gege, didn’t you sleep well last night?"

Tang Yige glanced at Rong Rui’s concerned little face from the corner of her eyes, pursed her lips, nodded.

"Why?" Rong Rui asked.

"Hmm..." Tang Yige with foam in her mouth, thought for a moment, shrugged, "Don’t know."

Rong Rui, "..."

Tang Yige smiled, reaching out to pat his little head, continued brushing her teeth.

After leaving the bathroom.

Tang Yige dressed Rong Rui in warm clothes, a fluffy sweater, and thick trousers.

"Little Gege, I’m not cold." Rong Rui felt a bit restricted in movement, protested, looking at Tang Yige.

"Didn’t you see it’s snowing outside? What if you catch a cold wearing too little?" Tang Yige pinched his nose, patiently said.

"But I’m inside, with heating, I won’t be cold." Rong Rui frowned slightly.

Tang Yige paused, "Then how about I change you into something lighter."

Rong Rui promptly nodded.

So, Tang Yige found a hooded white sweatshirt and jeans for Rong Rui to wear instead.

After dressing, Rong Rui moved his arms and legs, perhaps feeling unrestrained, didn’t complain about the thickness anymore, went out.

Watching Rong Rui go out, Tang Yige then began to take out clothes to change herself.