Chapter 377: Chapter 360: Hold Me and Take Me Inside
"Get me some water." Ji Wei sighed in relief when she saw Xiao Liu sitting beside her.
It’s a dream, not real.
"Sister Ji, what kind of dream did you have to be this scared?" Xiao Liu handed her the water, watched her take a sip, and couldn’t help but use a towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"It’s nothing, just a nightmare. I can’t quite remember it clearly after waking up." Ji Wei shook her head.
She didn’t want to talk about it, nor did she know how. Xiao Liu knew many of her secrets, but this was the one thing even Xiao Liu didn’t know.
Earlier, in the dream, she once again saw the scar-faced man. His appearance was still as vicious, and his smile still as terrifying.
He used a rope to tie her to a big bed, stripping off her clothes one by one. She even saw many S&M tools...
He picked up one of the tools and stretched out his evil hand, slowly approaching her with a lewd smile.
She screamed not to, but he ignored her, stripping off her last piece of clothing and then stripped himself naked. She shivered, naked and trembling, screaming for Leng Yan to come and rescue her, but it was Zhou Boliang who came.
After drinking the water slowly, she felt a little better. Ji Wei looked at Xiao Liu: "You can leave now, please close the door."
After the door closed, she picked up her phone, her hand trembled slightly as she dialed the number.
"How is it, isn’t this place beautiful?" After dinner, the drizzle still floated in the air. Wen Nuan and Leng Yan walked leisurely under an old umbrella in an ancient alley. The raindrops, blown by the wind, occasionally landed on their faces. Wen Nuan felt a bit cool, but nestled in Leng Yan’s arms, it felt uniquely romantic.
"Beautiful, but it can’t compare to the beauty of the person in my arms." Leng Yan smiled. Even at night, his eyes sparkled like stars. In his eyes, there were many beautiful people and things, but only she could truly root in his heart.
"Flatterer!" Wen Nuan slightly tilted her head, giving him a playful glance, her water-like eyes full of smiles.
"I’m serious." Leng Yan slowly smiled, holding the umbrella with one hand, the other tightly holding her, and dipped his head down to plant a light kiss on her slightly upturned lips, initially intending it to be a soft kiss, but it became a lingering one.
Only when Wen Nuan felt dizzy did he finally release her. In the quiet night, he smiled softly at her: "Nuannuan, I really want to keep walking like this forever."
"Me too." Wen Nuan looked up, seeing the brilliance in his eyes: "Yan, let’s keep things this way, never separate, and speak openly about everything, don’t lie to each other, okay?"
"Okay." Leng Yan nodded, a deep tenderness flooding his heart.
There is a kind of love that digs into the bones, he thought, and right now they were just like that. Not seeking passion, but a peaceful happiness.
Gentle and tranquil, seemingly ordinary, yet very comfortable.
But no one could have anticipated how brief this happiness would last, and how quickly fate’s mockery would arrive.
Of course, that’s getting ahead of the story.
When they returned to the inn, Tong Xi was already asleep. Wen Nuan reflexively wanted to knock on the door, but Leng Yan wrapped his arms around her with a mischievous smile: "Wife, where do you think you’re going? Did you forget, tonight, you are mine."
"And what about you?" Wen Nuan turned around, gently hugging his waist, looking into his charming eyes.
Soft and warm, making her want to sink into them with just one look. Her petal-like red lips involuntarily parted, her voice carrying infinite tenderness and coyness, she rarely acted coy with him, "Yan, carry me inside."
For the first time, she made such a request. Her cheeks flushed with redness as soon as she spoke, regretting it as soon as she finished, wanting to retreat but there was no way back, the joy in Leng Yan’s eyes transmitted through his lowered laugh, he picked her up horizontally, opened the door, and gently placed her on the bed, lowering himself onto her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Leng Yan was just above her, not pressing down on her, his hands supporting himself on the bed, gazing intently into her eyes, making Wen Nuan feel anxious and flustered, turning her face aside.
Leng Yan’s eyebrows carried a smile: "Shy again? Who was the one who asked me to carry them in just now?"
"I just said carry, nothing else." Wen Nuan’s cheeks turned even redder, though her words said so, her hands moved with her heart, wrapping around his neck.
The phone rang at that moment, Leng Yan looked at it, his brow furrowing.
"Is it Ji Wei?" Wen Nuan sat up, looking at him, a splash of something unusual slipping through her heart. The previous excitement and tenderness vanished from her heart, yet she maintained a smile on her face: "Why not answer it?"
Leng Yan remained silent, looking at Wen Nuan, his fingers stroking her face, asking painfully: "Can you still smile?"
Wen Nuan raised her eyebrows, casting him a purposeful glance: "Or what, cry in front of you? Or seize the phone and curse the little vixen for seducing my husband at night?" Wen Nuan chuckled lightly, not letting the sadness show.
She couldn’t be happy about Ji Wei’s call. But she understood Leng Yan’s difficulties more.
Leng Yan laughed, taking her shoulder more closely, switching the phone to speaker.
There were no secrets between him and Wen Nuan, especially with calls like this, answering it in front of Wen Nuan felt more reassuring to him.
Ji Wei’s voice sounded with tears: "Yan, why did you only answer now? I’ve called a dozen times."
"I..." Looking at Wen Nuan, Leng Yan’s brow furrowed even tighter, his eyes flashing apologetically and helplessly: "I was just taking a shower."
In fact, he hadn’t even taken his phone when they went out.
Taking a deep breath, he asked flatly: "Why are you calling me so late?"
It was already eleven at night. Typically, Ji Wei would be asleep then because he had told her to go to bed before ten for her and the baby’s sake.
Feeling slightly puzzled, what was going on today? Her voice still sounded tearful, as if something major had happened.
Ji Wei’s tears flowed incessantly. Holding a tissue, she wiped her tears one by one, choking: "Yan, I heard on the radio that the rapist from three years ago escaped and was in E City once, now no one knows where he is."
Rap... ist...
Wen Nuan’s throat felt blocked with cotton, she couldn’t breathe. Ji Wei’s following words startled her while her heart tightened in fear, her whole body feeling cold.
Ji Wei said: "That man has a scar on his face. When I close my eyes, I can see his face."
Wen Nuan’s body couldn’t stop trembling lightly, a figure emerged in her mind, sinisterly smiling at her...
A scar-faced man, rapist, more than three years ago...
She remembered that man saying that he hadn’t touched a woman in more than three years...
Gently comforting Ji Wei, Leng Yan noticed Wen Nuan’s fearful body, a furrowed expression forming between his brows.
He hadn’t heard Ji Wei describe the man’s appearance explicitly, but the night Wen Nuan almost got into trouble, he had seen the scar on that man’s face.
"Yan, I’m afraid to sleep, could you come and keep me company?" Ji Wei looked at the surrounding walls, seeming as if they were filled with the silhouettes of the scar-faced man and Zhou Boliang, she bit her lower lip, making the request to Leng Yan.