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As soon as Yin Hanyu brought Lin Qingyou back home, the door hadn’t even closed yet when Lin Qingyou suddenly cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.
Caught off guard, Yin Hanyu hadn’t even had time to react before the girl’s tongue forcefully invaded his mouth.
Her kiss was urgent and fast, as if she was desperate to prove something.
Yin Hanyu’s heart pounded like thunder, but instinctively, he reached out, gripping her slender waist, pulling her even closer.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, so close they could feel each other’s warmth. But instead of fear or hesitation, Lin Qingyou only became more passionate, her kiss growing even more intense, filled with an undeniable possessiveness.
Yin Hanyu lowered his head, parted his lips, and obediently let her kiss him. He even actively responded to her.
Gradually, his breathing became more rapid, and deep within his eyes, the flames of desire burned uncontrollably… He tightened his hold on her waist, shifting from passive to active, finally finding an outlet for the emotions he had suppressed for so long.
Their lips and tongues tangled, both kissing each other wildly, as if they wished to devour one another.
She was the first to reach for his clothes, tearing at them impatiently. He could feel her passion, her urgency, her anxiety, and even her fear.
Before they knew it, their disheveled clothes trailed behind them as they stumbled onto the bed.
Yet, during all of this, their lips never separated, their kiss still desperate and consuming.
Until—her hands, eager yet clumsy, fumbled with his belt buckle.
That was when Yin Hanyu finally came to his senses. He grabbed her hands abruptly, stopping her movements.
But Lin Qingyou didn’t give in. Instead, she fought even harder with the belt buckle.
Finally, she managed to unfasten it.
Yet, Yin Hanyu pushed her away.
Lin Qingyou’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes reddened as she looked at him.
In her teary gaze, there wasn’t just desire but also grievance.
She said, “You still don’t believe me, do you?”
She said, “I really didn’t lie to you…”
She said, “Yin Hanyu, I really like you.”
Collapsing in anguish, she clutched her head with both hands and sobbed.
“I really don’t know what happened! I really don’t know why I’m like this!”
“But I really didn’t lie to you…”
“Yin Hanyu, please don’t leave me, okay?”
Yin Hanyu suddenly pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.
His large hands firmly clasped hers, stopping her from hitting herself.
“Youyou… don’t do this…”
“I’m not leaving you.”
Yin Hanyu reached out, cupping her face, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
His eyes still held the remnants of unextinguished desire.
Lin Qingyou, her vision blurred with tears, looked at him. “Then why don’t you want me?”
She had already taken the initiative like this.
He clearly felt something too, didn’t he?
Then why was he still rejecting her?
What else could she do?
What else should she do?
This was the only way she could think of…
So why, why didn’t he want her?
What was she supposed to do?
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Lin Qingyou’s face, soaking into Yin Hanyu’s palm, scalding his heart.
Lowering his head, he kissed away her tears, one by one.
He pulled her into his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest. She could clearly hear the fierce beating of his heart.
“I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you.”
“But, Youyou, I don’t want you to use this way to prove anything to me.”
“If I take you under these circumstances, I would despise myself.”
Guilt… Self-blame… Fear… Anxiety…
He could feel her emotions.
But the one thing missing was happiness.
Call him old-fashioned or traditional if you will.
But to Yin Hanyu, intimacy between lovers should be sacred and joyful.
Were they lovers? Well… yes, they were.
But was she happy? Was she truly happy?
Happy!
No… He couldn’t lie to himself.
She wasn’t happy.
She was acting out of guilt, pain, and the need to compensate—or even to prove something to him.
He didn’t need such proof.
It made him feel despicable…
As if he were using a girl’s guilt to satisfy his own desires. As if he were exploiting her heartache to enjoy her body.
“Youyou…” Yin Hanyu cupped her face again, gently kissing away her tears, finally planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
“I hope that every kiss we share, every moment of closeness, is because you genuinely want it and because it makes you happy.”
“I don’t want your guilt, nor do I need your compensation.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“I don’t know why you suddenly feel so guilty toward me, but if you keep approaching me with guilt in your heart… then I don’t think we can talk about love.”
“But…” Lin Qingyou clung tightly to his hand. “But, I really like you.”
“If it was just guilt, I wouldn’t be like this.”
“Yin Hanyu, it’s because it’s you that I feel this way.”
“You’re the only one I—”
“I know…”
Yin Hanyu embraced her again, wiping away her tears. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come back for you tonight.”
At first, he had truly walked away.
When he heard her, in her sleep, calling out Leng Yifeng’s name again and again—shouting for him to leave—
He couldn’t say it didn’t hurt.
He was human, and humans feel pain. When the heart is wounded, it instinctively seeks to escape.
He was no exception.
So, he left her behind. He fled in defeat…
He ran out of the hospital, wandering the empty streets, just like she had.
He wanted to curse her—to call her a liar in love.
She was the one who said she liked him.
She was the one who called him “darling” every day, who called him “baby,” who hugged and kissed him at every chance.
She was the one who said she wanted to marry him.
And he had agreed to marry her.
But because of that, he slowly calmed down.
These past days, they had spent every moment together.
Was she being insincere? Was she lying about love? He, more than anyone, would know the truth.
And he could be sure—she wasn’t.
These past few days, though he had been confused, he could feel her care and affection for him.
She cooked for him and made him wash the dishes.
She cleaned up their home and scolded him to take out the trash.
She bought roses for him and complained about his lack of romance.
She loved holding his hand. She loved sneaking kisses. And in those moments, she was happy.
None of that was fake.
He was certain—it was all real.
She hadn’t deceived him.
So, why had she acted that way?
Was she sick? Fine, he would assume she was sick.
And so, he ran back.
Thankfully…
He ran back.
Seeing her wandering the lonely, desolate streets at night, Yin Hanyu felt an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude that he had returned…