Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 38 For You, I Can Be
Jian Yi followed his gaze and reached into the locker. She didn't know if it was because the person who did this was Jin Yanchen, so she felt surprised even before she got the things.

It was a jewelry box wrapped with a ribbon. Jian Yi couldn't make out the logo. She looked up at Jin Yanchen and only opened it carefully when she heard him say "this is for you".

The moment it opened, Jian Yi was dazzled.

The silver-white bracelet was of high quality and simple decoration. Jian Yi lowered his eyes and stroked every pattern on the bracelet, calling his name softly, "Jin Yanchen"

He really remembered every word she said.

Jane Yi's emotions became slow at this time. She didn't think about anything. She ignored the night behind her, straightened her back and leaned towards him.

Jin Yanchen gently rubbed her head. His bony palm was like a reassuring sail. As long as she didn't want to leave, she could always take shelter in this harbor.

"You can tell me everything." Jin Yanchen lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "I will help you make up for every regret."

That familiar deep affection reappeared on his face. Jian Yi looked up at him, almost drowning in this deep sea of ​​affection.

She swallowed hard, and wanted to say something several times, but still didn't ask.

The eastern suburbs were as bright as day, but it was strange that the two of them would hide in this dark and narrow car and whisper to each other.

Jian Yi laughed softly and looked out the window. Kyoto has had too much snow this year, so perhaps she would have to wait until next winter to see snow.

She said, "Are you the god who brought the first snow, specifically to fulfill my wish?"

The thin moonlight made the girl's face look a little lively. Jin Yanchen paused, leaned over, rubbed her earlobe with his fingertips, and spoke in a low voice, as if he was only speaking to her.

"For you, I can be."

Jian Yi buried the unspoken question in her dream.

That dream was warm enough. She buried her head in his arms, with the little girl's unconcealed thoughts in her mind, and asked in circles on his chest -
"Jin Yanchen, do you love me?"

Jin Yanchen's answers were always very pleasing, just like their first formal meeting, with heavy lights and shadows, his figure was embedded behind the high pile of weights, and people could only see half of his face.

They just looked at each other.

He suddenly pushed away all the weights in front of him, and amid the laughter of everyone "spending money lavishly", he casually said, "You guys play", and walked towards her while leaving behind the pile of gold and silver on the table.

He said to her in Cantonese at that time, "I like you."

He had a nonchalant smile and a thin white shirt that looked elegant on him.

The smell of cigars wafted in the wind.

That day, Jian Yi's heart beat very fast.

Later, when she woke up from the dream, she smelled the familiar scent of cigar. Passing through the layers of gauze curtains, Jian Yi found Jin Yanchen on the balcony again.

He tilted his head back to smoke smoothly, the smoke he exhaled and puffed passed over his protruding Adam's apple, and gradually went down into his narrow waist hidden in his thin-patterned pajamas.

It’s hard to describe the feeling, maybe the wind is too cold tonight, Jian Yi throws herself into his arms.

Jin Yanchen was frightened by her enthusiasm. He threw away the cigarette in his hand and grabbed her waist. His eyes dimmed and he patted her waist lightly.

"Aren't you afraid of being burned by the cigarette?" How could he waste such a beautiful moment by saying more? Jian Yi didn't say a word, but instead climbed onto his neck and bit his lips, determined to taste the last bit of the cigar.

Jin Yanchen let her do whatever she wanted, with a slight chuckle, and he just held her in his arms, leaning lazily against the railing.

As if possessed by a ghost, Jian Yi looked up and asked him, "Jin Yanchen, do you love me?"

Her eyes were bright and pure black like obsidian. The light from the ceiling jumped into her eyes, showing just the right amount of joy. Such an expression always pleased Jin Yanchen.

He smiled, grabbed the little girl's rebellious hand, put his long arms on her thin shoulders, and carried her inside.

The weight of two people left a deep mark on the soft velvet. Jin Yanchen held her tightly with his fingers, leaving marks on her beautiful neck and shoulders.

As soon as this elegant Cantonese comes out, one can imagine his extremely frivolous tone.

"I like you."

Jian Yi smiled slightly, bit down on his tense muscles, and said through gritted teeth, "You told me the same thing in my dream."

Jin Yanchen became interested and said "Oh?", then he rested his arms on both sides of her body and looked down at her.

He smiled in an ambiguous way, "Did I do this in my dream?"

He pronounced each word clearly, and every word he said seemed to be teasing. Jian Yi's face was full of tears, and he wanted to bury himself in the pillow.

The instigator was still unwilling to let her go and deliberately provoked her. Whenever he raised his hand, the agarwood beads on his wrist would always fall on the hollow of her shoulder blade with a strong presence.

Jian Yi raised her head in impatience, and only then did she notice that the inner wall of the silver bracelet on her wrist was embedded with a small agarwood bead, which was shining and exactly the same as the one hanging on Jin Yanchen's wrist.

She subconsciously turned around to look at him, but her sight was unconsciously attracted by another picture--
Her green wrists swayed in the wind, and the silver bracelets and rings jingled against each other. Jian Yi squinted her eyes and saw that the silver was like handcuffs. Unlike the prisoners, she was willing to become an apostle of God.

The story about that string of agarwood beads probably hides an unknown past.

When the passion faded, they were both exceptionally sober. Just as the sky outside the window was turning pale, the two of them stood in front of the kitchen counter, wrapped in bathroom steam, studying how to cook red wine.

Today is Friday, and Jin Yanchen asked her if she had classes later.

Jian Yi held her chin up and thought for a while, then told him confidently, "No, there is only one class until eight o'clock in the evening."

"Does it take so long?" Jin Yanchen laughed meaningfully. His tender eyes and the natural sharpness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows almost made Jian Yi feel as if the secret had been revealed as soon as he spoke.

But what difference does it make whether the truth is revealed or not? They both know the truth and sink together.

Jin Yanchen took a bottle of 97 Romanee-Conti from the wine cabinet. He held a boning knife in his hand and cut the oranges and apples into pieces with a few quick cuts and placed them on the dishes.

Jian Yi was stunned. She didn't expect that he could cook so skillfully.

"Open your mouth."

Jian Yi let out an "ah" sound as a sliced ​​orange was stuffed into her mouth. She couldn't stand the sour juice and her face wrinkled.

Jin Yanchen laughed, seeming to be pleased with the fact that he succeeded in teasing her. He pressed the fire to boil, leaned lazily on the bar, and kindly reminded her, "If you feel it's sour, I can help you."

(End of this chapter)