svetikya Chapter 30 A Rainy Night's Romance: Taking the Initiative
Chapter 30 A Rainy Night's Romance: Taking the Initiative
Chapter 30 A Rainy Night's Romance: Taking the Initiative
First paragraph
As darkness fell, dark clouds loomed over the city, and a torrential downpour began.
The raindrops pattered on the temple roof tiles, growing heavier and heavier until it became a downpour.
The road surface instantly flooded, rushing downhill, and even the distant villages were shrouded in rain and mist.
Su Wanjing stood at the temple gate, gazing at the white rain outside, and turned to look at Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe was packing his medicine kit when he looked up and met her gaze; his ears turned red.
Outside, a fierce wind and rain raged, and inside, only an oil lamp remained, its dim light casting long shadows of the two people.
Su Wanjing turned around and closed the temple door, then bolted it shut.
With a soft click, the room fell silent instantly, leaving only the sound of rain outside the window.
She walked towards Chen Shanhe step by step, her steps light, yet each step touched the heart of the person in the heart.
The hem of her skirt brushed against the ground, making a barely audible sound.
Chen Shanhe subconsciously shrank back, his back pressed against the edge of the table, with nowhere left to retreat.
He was completely unaware that the corner of the table was digging into his back, his entire attention focused on the person in front of him.
Su Wanjing stopped in front of him, looked up at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her face was burning hot, and her breathing was erratic, but her eyes didn't flinch, staring straight at him.
Chen Shanhe's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The fire that Wu Meiniang had stirred up over the past few days, combined with the heat of the girl in front of him, surged up all at once.
My blood was burning hot, and my hands and feet felt weak.
Before he could speak, Su Wanjing suddenly leaned forward and gently grabbed his sleeve.
She gripped him tightly with her fingertips, as if afraid he would run away at any moment.
Her lips moved, her voice soft and trembling.
"Chen Shanhe, I don't want to wait any longer."
Chen Shanhe's body stiffened, and his heart suddenly pounded, so loudly that he could hear it clearly.
The flickering light of the oil lamp made her cheeks flush, her eyes both shy and burning.
He could smell the faint scent of soap on her, mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl, which wafted into his nose.
Thunder rumbled outside, and the atmosphere inside was tense and ready to explode.
Second paragraph
Seeing that he didn't flinch, Su Wanjing grew even bolder.
She loosened his sleeve and gently placed her hand on his chest.
She could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat in her palm, one beat after another, making her palm go numb.
Chen Shanhe tensed up, his breathing became noticeably heavy, and his chest heaved.
Su Wanjing tilted her head back and slowly leaned closer until their noses were almost touching.
Their breaths mingled instantly, and their hot breaths hit each other's faces, burning and tingling.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled gently.
The next moment, she leaned in and kissed Chen Shanhe's lips.
Chen Shanhe was jolted, his mind went blank for a moment, and all his rationality vanished.
Su Wanjing's lips were soft, trembling slightly with nervousness.
He could no longer restrain himself, and gently reached out to support her waist, pulling her closer into his arms.
His palm touched the soft curve of her waist, and his whole body tensed up again.
The two clung tightly together, embracing and kissing, nibbling and entwining tenderly.
The sound of panting mingled with the sound of rain, delicate yet alluring.
Su Wanjing's body went limp, and she leaned against him, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
Their clothes were slightly disheveled from being rubbed, but no one bothered to tidy them up.
When emotions run high, one is already lost in passion and forgets all worries.
After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated, forehead to forehead, panting heavily.
Su Wanjing's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were moist, but she smiled contentedly.
She finally beat them to the punch and made Chen Shanhe her own.
No matter how alluring Wu Meiniang was, it was too late.
Thinking of this, she felt both sweet and reassured, and leaned tightly against Chen Shanhe's shoulder, unwilling to let go.
Paragraph
But this sense of peace only lasted a moment before Su Wanjing's heart jumped again.
She lifted her head from Chen Shanhe's embrace, a hint of unease in her eyes.
The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by worry.
Chen Shanhe noticed her change and spoke softly.
"What's wrong?"
Su Wanjing bit her lip, her fingers gently tracing his name on his chest, her tone tinged with panic.
"Wu Meiniang won't let this go so easily."
"She goes to the temple every day, her eyes are only for you, she'll be clinging to you sooner or later."
"She's cunning and outspoken; she has countless men in town completely under her control."
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on any longer."
As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly, and she tightened her grip on his arm.
She must not let that woman take away the person she finally managed to win over.
Su Wanjing remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up, her eyes becoming unusually firm.
"You can no longer stay in Qinglong Town."
Chen Shanhe was stunned and didn't quite react.
"I want you to go to the provincial capital."
Su Wanjing spoke decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
"The provincial capital is far from here. No matter how far Wu Meiniang's reach is, it's not enough to get there."
"I feel at ease only when you're working in the provincial capital."
Her tone was serious, not like a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something she had planned long ago.
She was willing to do anything to get Chen Shanhe out of Wu Meiniang's sight.
Staying in town meant constantly being on guard, and she was fed up with this life of fear and anxiety.
fourth paragraph
Chen Shanhe felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at her nervous yet earnest expression.
Before he could speak, Su Wanjing continued, her tone resolute.
"I can make concessions in order to keep you by my side."
Chen Shanhe frowned slightly: "Concession?"
Su Wanjing closed her eyes, as if she had made a great decision, and when she opened them again, her eyes were firm.
"Murong Fangxiang also has feelings for you. She is not a bad person and has no ill intentions."
"If you really want to find someone else, I... I can accept her."
"I would rather share you with Murong Fangxiang than let that woman Wu Meiniang take you away from me."
Upon hearing this, Chen Shanhe was completely stunned and speechless for a long time.
He hadn't expected Su Wanjing to say things to this extent.
To keep Wu Meiniang at bay, she was even willing to accept such conditions.
Su Wanjing looked at him, her eyes slightly red, but she gritted her teeth and refused to show weakness.
She had only one thought in her mind: to protect Chenshanhe and never let Wu Meiniang succeed.
Just then, a slight noise came from outside the temple gate.
It looked like someone had stepped through the puddles and stopped at the doorway.
The sound of rain was deafening, drowning out most of the noise, but you could still faintly hear someone outside.
The two people inside the room froze simultaneously, their expressions changing slightly.
Su Wanjing instantly tightened her arms, pressing herself tightly against Chen Shanhe, her eyes warily fixed on the temple gate.
Nobody knows who the person outside is, or whether they've been eavesdropping in the rain.
Whether their intimate conversation was overheard is anyone's guess.
The oil lamp flame flickered again, and the shadows twisted and danced on the wall.
An even bigger storm is quietly approaching in the rainy night.