Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 30 You Want to Be Vigorous and Courageous for the Rest of Your Life
She felt that Jin Yanchen was in a bad mood today.

Although he was a man of few words, he would never look so cold. He stood in front of the French window, holding a cigarette in his mouth, forgetting to light it, thinking about something.

She remembered that she met Mo Yucheng by chance when she went upstairs just now. The latter was half awake and leaned on the railing to tell her to be careful today.

Jian Yi looked at him in confusion and asked why. Mo Yucheng sneered, "He was unhappy after returning from the Jin family."

If Lin Qingruan hadn't secretly told her that, Jian Yi really didn't know why Jin Yanchen was so unhappy. She leaned towards him half-knowingly, but she was a little self-deprecating in her heart, thinking that she didn't need to be careful. He asked her if she was unhappy as soon as he came in. He was considerate in every way, which was simply impeccable.

Jian Yi reached out and felt something in his pocket.

Although Jin Yanchen was a little confused, he cooperated and opened his arms to let her search.

His gaze moved slightly downward, from the swan-like white neck to the blue floral swimsuit.

She must have come out in a hurry, wearing only a thin dressing gown, and stepped barefoot on the velvet carpet. The hot air had not dissipated yet, and the squeezing and leaning action gave it a hazy beauty.

A dark color flashed across Jin Yanchen's eyes. He hooked his fingertips on the straps that slipped off her shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Do you wear it like this outside?"

Jian Yi was still struggling to feel the lighter in his pocket. The metal lighter was icy cold. She hissed, raised her head and noticed his gaze, and her voice suddenly became softer.

"No... I just took a bath in the private hot spring in the yard."

Jin Yanchen held her shoulders and chuckled, "So you came here to provoke me on purpose?"

He always spoke in a reckless manner, but his actions were not frivolous. Occasionally he crossed the line and pressed her down and kissed her hard until she couldn't breathe, as if he was venting his anger for not being able to eat his meal.

In this matter, Jin Yanchen really gave her the greatest sense of security.

Jian Yi reached out, grasped the silver lighter, and moved it towards the cigarette between his lips.

Her movements were very unskilled, perhaps she had no talent for pleasing people, her hand slipped and it took her two tries to light the fire.

Jin Yanchen kept squinting his eyes to watch her movements. He smiled and lowered his head obediently. The long cigarette he was holding was slightly raised, and he saw her serious and clear eyes in the scarlet firelight.

Jian Yi took the lighter, put it in his coat pocket, and then put her arms around him.

He was covered with the cold air of wind and dust, and his face was close to hers, which made her teeth chatter. So Jian Yi had to squeeze out a few words.

"Don't be unhappy, okay?"

Jin Yanchen paused for a moment, then quickly turned his face away. The smoke passed through his lungs, choking him, and he coughed while holding onto the window.

Jian Yi quickly stood on tiptoe to help him calm down, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, as if she was laughing at him for being choked by smoke like a young boy.

"I've told you that smoking is harmful to your health." As soon as he finished saying this, Jin Yanchen stopped coughing.

He turned around, his dark eyes surging like the deep sea, carrying a dangerous and dormant aura. He held the back of her head and pressed her against the transparent floor-to-ceiling window for a passionate kiss.

The camphor wood wine cabinet was opened, and Jin Yanchen held her around the waist with one hand, holding a bottle of newly delivered red wine from a Bordeaux winery.

He laid her on the sofa, holding the slender goblet in his artist-like hands, and poured down the wine as rich and blood-colored, adding a touch of decadence to the coolness.

Jian Yi held his wrists with both hands, the blue veins protruding under the thin skin. She tilted her head back and tasted it carefully. The taste of berries filled her mouth. It was a very sweet taste, but at the end she could taste the strong smell of tobacco.

Jin Yanchen spoke authentic and mellow French, hooked his hand around her collarbone and asked her romantically if she knew how to pronounce the bottle of wine in French.

Jian Yi shook her head: "I don't speak French."

Jin Yanchen recited a string of French in her ear, his voice lowered and tender like a spring night. The French style was gorgeous and vulgar, with a bit of literary tone. Before Jianyi had time to taste it carefully, she just felt that this wine was particularly intoxicating, making her see everything as superficial.

She saw Jin Yanchen slowly stand up, his figure gradually disappearing into the bright moonlight on the balcony. Jian Yi couldn't help but stretch out her hand to gesture. He was only a few inches away, yet it seemed as if she would never be able to reach his side.

Jin Yanchen stood there coldly. He was a person whose emotions were a little too rational, and it was difficult for others to distinguish his sorrows and joys. Most of the time, he just stood quietly outside the window and looked into the distance. At this time, his eyes could not tolerate anyone, and there was a kind of indifference that could not tolerate the world.

But Jian Yi knew that he was unhappy. She was already frightened when she accidentally glimpsed some secrets today. She didn't know how Jin Yanchen could stay calm in such a family.

In the dark night, she hugged him quietly, their heartbeats blended together, and she followed his love like a believer in God.

Jian Yi seemed to whisper in his ear, "Don't be bothered by the past."

"You should be high-spirited for the rest of your life."

Jin Yanchen's eyes moved slightly. The moment he turned his head to look over, his cold and indifferent eyes fixed on her face. With a warm light, his eyes added a bit of tenderness. He held her hair on her shoulders and said softly, "Okay."

Jian Yi slept particularly soundly this time. When she woke up, she could hear faint fragrance floating outside the window and the shadows of bamboos swaying in the night.

She stretched out her hand, and her eyes were blurry and she had no idea what year it was.

The noise of getting out of bed was quite loud, and she staggered with a thud, which woke up the man who was smoking on the balcony. Jin Yanchen was wearing a coat, smoking a cigarette, and smiling at her lazily.

There was a kind of languor in his eyes after being satisfied. He was holding an old-fashioned match in his hand, lighting it, biting the cigarette patiently.

The silver lighter was soaked in water and couldn't produce any sparks. It was thrown alone under the sofa by Jin Yanchen.

Jian Yi didn't have the courage to get it from under the sofa again. She took the remaining half bottle of red wine from the tray and poured two glasses, one for him and one for herself.

Jin Yanchen glanced at her, chuckled and joked, "Our Xiaoyi lives a very extravagant life."

Jian Yi seemed to be scolding him, her voice became hoarse, and she gulped down half a cup before she seemed to remember something and leaned towards him.

She clinked her glass with his, then tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Let's have a toast."

The phone on the bedside table kept ringing, and the harmonious atmosphere made the ringing sound particularly abrupt. Jian Yi had no choice but to turn back. She glanced at Bai Hongmei's caller ID, turned off the phone and threw it into a drawer beside her, then tilted her head, raised her glass, and smiled at him with squinted eyes.

"The past cannot haunt us."

Jin Yanchen also smiled slightly and nodded to her.

He hummed softly, his tone infinitely gentle, "Yes, the past cannot bother us."

Jian Yi smiled softly and walked to his side in slippers. The extremely gentle love affair made her young face more moist as water.

No wonder people always say that gentleness is a good medicine. It turns out that it can easily break down hostility and defense.

Jin Yanchen lowered his head and looked at her for a while. She was wearing a black shirt that he had placed beside the bed. Even with the top button fastened, it was difficult to hide some marks.

Although her eyes were such a rosy pink, when she looked up at him, they still looked so sincere and clear.

A girl who couldn't be more transparent.

In fact, everything is clear.

(End of this chapter)