Chapter 924: Chapter 155: Love That Cuts to the Bone

Tang Yige, "..." widened her eyes, staring at Si Nan’s handsome face suddenly getting close.

Si Nan and Tang Yige exchanged glances for a few seconds, then he lowered his dark lashes, kissing Tang Yige’s lips with deep affection and tenderness.

He did not go deeper.

It was just a gentle caress of lips on lips.

His breath was clean and sparse, each breath stirring the heart.

Tang Yige was completely frozen, her hands propped on the bed on either side of Si Nan’s body, holding up her upper body, allowing Si Nan to slowly move on her lips.

About five minutes passed.

Si Nan slowly opened his lashes, his deep, clear eyes locking onto Tang Yige’s enchanting cheeks.

The large hand on her waist moved upward, gently stroking from her cheek to her ear.

The lips on hers also slowly moved upwards, kissing her cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, and finally her forehead.

Each kiss, as tender as water.

Tang Yige felt her heart tremble with a numb flutter with each of his descending kisses.

Her breathing also became more rapid and dense.

Until his lips slid down her other cheek, returning to her lips.

The instant their lips touched again.

Tang Yige didn’t know what got into her.

She unexpectedly raised her hand to hug his neck, closed her eyes, and aggressively initiated a kiss back.

Si Nan, "..."

His graceful cheeks rapidly flushed with two spots of thin red.

His pupils trembled as he looked at Tang Yige, who was committed to kissing him.

Only feeling that she was stunningly beautiful at this moment.

Si Nan inhaled sharply, his large hand on her ear suddenly moving backward, somewhat roughly gripping her nape, his long legs leaned upwards, directly flipping Tang Yige under him, asserting dominance once more.

The two were like in a battle, you advance, I retreat, chasing each other.

Entangled like this for half an hour, only then did they slowly head downstairs.

Unlike the fiery exchange upstairs.

Once downstairs, both were more serious than the other.

Rong Rui had almost finished eating.

At this moment, he was leaning back against the chair, lazily and comfortably.

However.

His comfort vanished instantly upon seeing Si Nan and Yige approaching the dining room.

Suddenly sitting upright, Little Fatty’s body, his big black eyes looked shocked and hurt at Tang Yige.

Tang Yige unnaturally pursed her lips.

Usually, she would sit beside Rong Rui.

But this time, Tang Yige sensibly sat two seats away from Rong Rui.

Si Nan, however, walked over casually, touched Rong Rui’s little head lightly, then sat across from Yige.

Zhang Lan glanced at Tang Yige’s back, her disheveled hair she hadn’t managed, and secretly smiled as she served them each a bowl of rice.

Tang Yige accepted the small bowl of rice Zhang Lan handed over, picked up her chopsticks, and ate silently with her head lowered.

Rong Rui stared at Tang Yige with utter depression.

He was so angry he could burst, yet she had the mood to eat!? Eat, eat, eat!

What’s more, if she weren’t feeling guilty, why would she sit so far away from him? (An author expresses doubt: Is he really angry to the point of fullness? A sulking little guy: None of your business! The author wisely shuts up.)

Si Nan, in good spirits, kept serving dishes to Yige as they ate.

Yige glared at him several times, yet he seemed oblivious, continuing on his merry way.

Not caring in the slightest if a certain little guy was about to explode!

"Humph!"

Rong Rui huffed heavily, his small eyebrows furrowed, glaring at Yige angrily.

Tang Yige’s mouth twitched, weakly looking at Rong Rui, licking her lips, mimicking Rong Rui’s talking manner, "What’s wrong?"

Rong Rui, "..." She dared to imitate him? Supposedly cute? Not cute at all!

"Little Gege, I’m giving you one last chance to choose, do you choose him or me?"

The little guy couldn’t bear it anymore, climbed onto the chair, stood tall, arms crossed, pouting as he looked down "seriously" at Tang Yige, suddenly speaking loudly.

Tang Yige looked up at Rong Rui standing on the chair, initially stunned, and when she realized what the little guy said, black lines slipped down her forehead.

(⊙﹏⊙)

Si Nan’s mouth showed a faint smile, his eyes gently gazing at Tang Yige, "Well, what do you say, who will you choose?"

Tang Yige, "..." Are you serious?!

Tang Yige’s eye twitched as she looked at Si Nan, internally launching various comic-strip vomit remarks.

"Humph."

Rong Rui made a sound to Si Nan, his little mouth pouting high enough to hang a teapot, looking aggrievedly yet resentfully at Tang Yige, "Little Gege, who do you really choose?"

"You this little kid, so young, yet have so many thoughts."

Zhang Lan looked at Rong Rui in disbelief and amusement.

"You all treat me like a child, I hate you all!"

Rong Rui said, genuinely angry.

Jumped down from the chair, ran back to his room with stomp-stomp-stomp, slamming the door shut.

Bang——

Creak——

Hmm.

Not only was the door closed, but it was also locked.

Zhang Lan was slightly stunned. This little fellow... could he really be angry?

Tang Yige pursed her lips, put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand, and got up to go find Rong Rui.

The darling is angry, how can he not be coaxed quickly.

"Let him calm down. If you go now, not only will he not open the door for you, but he won’t listen to anything you say."

Si Nan looked at Tang Yige and said.

Tang Yige frowned.

"Yes, Yige, I know Little Rui’s temper. Once stubborn, even nine oxen can’t pull him back. Better let him calm down by himself. You and sir, quickly eat, it’s all getting cold."

Zhang Lan said.

"But..."

"Look."

Tang Yige was worried and wanted to say something.

Si Nan placed a piece of braised pork into her bowl.

Tang Yige stared at Si Nan.

"Eat. It’s not too late to coax him after you’ve eaten." Si Nan said.

Tang Yige sighed, glanced again at Rong Rui’s room, then sat back down in her place, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating.

Seeing this.

Si Nan’s mouth twitched slightly.

...

Inside Rong Rui’s room.

The little guy wrapped himself in a quilt, revealing only two big eyes, glaring at the direction of the door, sulking.

He’s been in here for almost ten minutes.

Little Gege actually isn’t coming to coax him.

Could she really have moved on and planned to abandon him?

"Ahhhh..."

Rong Rui annoyedly bit the quilt, tears of grievance welling up.

He likes Little Gege so much, devotedly and passionately.

How can Little Gege be indecisive between him and his dad?

Can’t she tell?

He cares about her more than his dad does, is more suitable for her?

Moreover, hasn’t she already forgotten the extreme things his dad did to her?

He even kidnapped her before; how come she’s not learning her lesson?

His dad is so dangerous; how could he be more pure, cute, and kind?

Ugh...

Could it be that women really do like bad men?

Rong Rui can’t figure it out.

He grabbed the quilt and buried his whole little head in it, rolling around irritably inside.

Rong Rui doesn’t remember how long he had been rolling like this.

His mind is dizzy, a bit oxygen-deprived.

Hands fumbling to open the quilt from over his head, revealing a reddened little face due to lack of oxygen.

Rong Rui opened his small mouth, taking deep breaths.

What a close call.

He almost suffocated himself!

He’s so handsome and smart.

If he suffocated himself, how embarrassing would it be if word got out!

Hmm.

Evidence suggests.

A person’s mind opens up the most when alone.

Take Rong Rui right now, for example.

Knock knock——

A knock on the door suddenly echoed.

Rong Rui’s big eyes widened, he immediately sat up on the bed, staring towards the door, "Who is it?"

Outside the door, there was a slight pause before a cautious female voice came through the door panel, "It’s me."

Little Gege?

Rong Rui’s eyes instantly brightened, excitedly rolling twice on the bed.

Then he sat solemnly on the bed, reached out to touch his throat, and said coldly, "If you’re here to apologize, then forget it, because I won’t forgive you!"

After saying that, Rong Rui patted his chubby little chest, his big eyes sneakily staring at the door.