Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 13 At this moment, my heart beats for you

Jin Yanchen stood there quietly.

His eyes were dark and lifeless, and he had the temperament of an orchid in a valley.

The moon fell from the tall building, leading into the bottomless night.

A vase of lilies by the wall emitted a tranquil fragrance. Jian Yi reached out her hand and touched the balcony glass with her fingertips. White mist emerged and Jin Yanchen's face became blurred.

She reached out her hand, but couldn't catch it.

So at this moment she understood that some people were as far away as the moon in the sky to her.

She did not move forward, but just stood there looking at him, watching the cold moonlight cast a layer of frost on him, watching his protruding Adam's apple rolling clearly, his slightly bent body showing his decadence, and when the bluish-white smoke was exhaled, another face seemed to blur.

Day and night seemed to divide him.

She had never seen the real Jin Yanchen.

The man leaning against the wall quickly noticed her gaze, raised his eyes slightly and looked at her. The familiar and warm gaze reappeared, and Jin Yanchen waved at her.

With no more reason to refuse, Jian Yi left the warm bedroom and ran towards him.

She was steaming hot, which collided with the cold air that enveloped him.

Jin Yanchen put his arm around her waist, lifted her up, lowered his eyes to stare at the ground, and asked, "Aren't you cold without shoes?"

"forgotten."

Reaching out her hand, Jian Yi hugged his waist somewhat stiffly.

This was the first time she hugged a man's waist. She approached him unskillfully, her heart pounding fast. She smelled the familiar tobacco smell from him, the cool cigar, the abstinence of indulgence. When she rested her head on his chest, she understood what peace of mind felt like.

Jin Yanchen gently stroked her soft long hair. He felt at ease enjoying her sudden intimacy. He held a cigarette in his other hand, his eyes dim and unclear in the darkness.

When she came in, he stopped smoking.

The flowing cold air quickly swept away the choking smell of cigarettes. The moonlight was bright. Jian Yi was only wearing a silk nightgown with a neckline extending to her collarbone, as soft and delicate as jade.

Jin Yanchen glanced at her casually, hooked her suspenders with his fingers and lifted them up.

But she jumped away like a frightened bird, her face suddenly turning red.

Jin Yanchen found it very funny. He pointed at his chest which was burning hot from being rubbed by her and whispered, "Why are you still so close to me?"
"Because I want to be closer to you."

The words were a double entendre, Jian Yi raised her head and locked her eyes with him, his eyes were as deep as ink, she couldn't understand them, so she leaned over and got close to his heart, cunningly getting close to his chest.

The empty balcony was filled with a freezing wind, and a large number of leaves from the dead vines and old trees were blown off.

In the quiet night, the two of them snuggled up to each other and hugged each other tightly, and no one of them said such words first.

Because there will never be a time like this again.

Two boring souls broke away from the ups and downs and met quietly in the dark night. Silence was their greatest tacit understanding and they both gasped in the dark night.

Later, Jin Yanchen reached out and held her cold shoulders, asking her if she wanted to go in.

Jian Yi still held him in her arms. She closed her eyes, quietly listening to his heartbeat in the dark night, and said, "Stay a little longer."

Jin Yanchen just let her do what she wanted, and later a layer of white snow quietly covered the eaves.

He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and put his arms around her slender waist. Blue-gray smoke rose, and his eyes were not clear.

Jin Yanchen suddenly lifted her chin, and a cool breath rushed in, making the air humid. Jian Yi clutched the clothes on his chest, raised her head and accepted his sudden kiss in a daze.

The first time she kissed someone, she forgot to close her eyes and rushed into his eyes. The molten lava of darkness and desire set a fire in her heart. So she wanted to hold on to him a little longer, even though she was just a mortal walking alone in this world.

She opened her mouth unconsciously, like a budding flower hanging on a branch, about to bloom but not yet.

Jin Yanchen grabbed her trembling hand and guided her to touch his chest. His charming eyes finally fell on her face at this moment. He said, "Xiaoyi, listen, my heartbeat is for you at this moment."

Her breath was strangled, and all meaning was taken away from her words. She could only obey her instinct and kiss him.

Jin Yanchen threw down the cigarette in his hand and put his arms around her waist. He let her lips press on his face randomly, and when she pulled away, he pulled her back and rubbed her ears with his.

Later, he held her hand, rested his chin on her shoulder, pointed at the vast expanse of snow in the eastern suburbs and said:

"It seems like I can only see you on snowy days."

The frost and snow under the eaves were melted into snow by the warmth. There was still a crescent moon hanging in the sky. When Jian Yi fell asleep again in a daze, she felt someone lifting the quilt and touching her cheek with the back of a hand that was cold.

She was chilled by the temperature for a moment, but quickly moved closer and wrapped him in all her warmth.

Jian Yi wakes up easily when she is asleep. When she is not fully awake, she feels a hand patting her back gently. Unable to resist such tenderness and care, Jian Yi reaches out and gently wraps her arms around his waist.

She had a very bad dream, but found it difficult to wake up from it, so she closed her eyes tightly with tears in her eyes, greedily inhaling the breath in his arms, her thoughts drifting to the snowy night when they had just kissed.

He lowered his head and kissed her brow tenderly, his body temperature was scorching hot, but when he looked up, his eyes were still as cold and lonely as the moonlight.

Jian Yi had no intention of delving into such a question, nor did she want to cause herself more trouble. She quietly leaned against his chest, and then her eyelids trembled at the sudden brightness, realizing that he had turned on a lamp by the bed.

Jin Yanchen stood up and looked at her face quietly.

After a long while, he raised his fingertips and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smoothing the wrinkles between her brows as if she were asleep, and sighed, "Why are you crying even when you're sleeping?"

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Jian Yi spent the entire New Year's Day holiday in the eastern suburbs, and stepped into 2009 at the end of 2010.

When the dawn broke, Jian Yi looked out the window. The sky was bare and gray, without any trace of festive excitement.

Jin Yanchen was calmly leaning against the window smoking. When he saw her expression, he raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "Have you ever seen fireworks?"

Jian Yi shook her head. These things were banned in the city. Jian Chengfeng was busy with social events during ordinary holidays, and Bai Hongmei was too busy taking care of her as she was taking care of her young son. To her, it didn't make much difference whether it was 2009 or 2010.

"How about I ask someone to let you go for the whole morning?"

Jian Yi will never forget the look on Jin Yanchen's face when he said this. His eyes were so gentle, but his words sounded incredible. However, because he was the one saying it, it seemed particularly convincing.

He just raised his finger and pointed, asking her if she wanted to see it.

It seemed that as long as she nodded, the sky would be filled with brilliant fireworks for her in the next second.

Jian Yi slowly shook her head, holding her chin and jokingly said, "Then I will become a beauty who brings disaster?"

"As long as you like it."

Jianyi had been very happy these days in the eastern suburbs. She didn't have to worry about studying or working. The heating was sufficient, and the rich foreign language books simply amazed her.

She felt that this place was like a sanctuary, and the overlapping rockery and corridors just blocked out all the noise and disturbance from the outside world.

I wonder if the owner of this East Suburb had the same idea when he first built it.

Jian Yi didn't understand architecture, so she just told Jin Yanchen the story as a small talk. He raised his eyebrows, tilted his head back and blew out a puff of smoke, then smiled and said maybe it was.

(End of this chapter)