C5 Chapter 5

After dinner that night, as usual, Zhang Yiran and Huanhuan came to the courtyard.

The lawn that extended out of the living room window was extremely vast. At the end of the lawn was an observation deck covered with a wooden pillow, allowing one to see the entire Taipei Basin from afar.

There was a rocking chair for two on the observation deck. Huanhuan said that this was her mother's favorite seat. Every summer night, the two of them would sit here to enjoy the cool night.

Every night before going to bed, Zhang Yimin would do the same thing, letting Huanhuan lie on her lap to listen to the story. Huanhuan would soon fall asleep as she rocked on the swing. After Huanhuan was carried to bed, she returned to her room on the third floor.

The room was a bit like an attic room, its sloping roof cutting out a unique void. There were two skylights on the slanted wall. Pushing open the windows, one could see the Taipei Basin with excellent vision.

After soaking in her own bathroom and having a comfortable bath, Zhang Yiqing lied down on her bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Since he hadn't seen Mr. Zhou since the first day, he should have felt more at ease this way. However, his figure would frequently appear in his mind — especially when he was in Huanhuan's room, he had seen her expression.

At that time, his eyes were filled with so much love that she almost drowned in them.

This expression came from a serious man, and its power was greater than that of a love saint. No woman could withstand it.

"Oh, what happened to me?" Zhang Yiming sat up from the bed and grabbed her hair in distress.

She really thought too much! To be easily disturbed by an unfamiliar man was not like her usual self. He thought that he was already immune to men, so why was everything in Luoyang so chaotic when he returned?

"Sigh …" Probably back in my hometown full of sad memories, people have become a little more fragile, right? Zhang Yiming thought dejectedly.

Instead of getting himself into an inexplicable mood here, he might as well go to the courtyard and cool off.

Late at night, at 12 o'clock, Zhou Hao brought home his exhausted body. The only thing waiting for him was the empty room. There was a lamp in the living room waiting for him to come home, hoping to create a warm air, but that had no meaning for him.

After his wife left, she arranged a home for him. It was just a lifeless house.

Zhou Hao sat down on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy.

He was a bit tipsy. Tonight, he had to drink a little more when he received customers from Japan. Actually, he had left most of the socializing matters to his subordinates, but because he didn't want to return home too early, he used alcohol to numb his nerves and stopped thinking about those inexplicable troubles.

After his wife died, he hadn't been drinking to ease his worries, but recently he had been doing this a lot, as if he was trying to forget something …

Closing his eyes, his surroundings became so quiet that it caused him to panic. The faint fragrance of flowers coming from outside the window made his mood even more perturbed.

The egg flower had bloomed. That was Ye Qin's favorite fragrance …

Zhou Hao picked up the remote control on the table and opened the curtain. Then, he stood up shakily and walked towards the French window. As he opened the window, the rich fragrance of the egg flower assaulted him, intoxicating him even more.

Suddenly, the figure outside the window caught his eye.

"Ye Qin …" As if he had lost his soul, he murmured the name engraved in his heart.

Ye Qin returned and stood on the balcony. As usual, his hair was fluttering in the wind … She must have heard his inner call to come back, to relieve the pain of his longing!

Zhou Hao walked silently towards the balcony, afraid that he would disturb the soul.

The sound of footsteps on the fallen leaves brought Zhang Yiqing back from her meditation. Before she could turn her head, a pair of strong arms had already embraced her from behind. Her eager breath blew on the side of her neck, mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"Ye Qin, I missed you so much! "After you left, you entered my dreams. I really missed you …" Zhou Hao closed his eyes and mumbled absentmindedly. The temperature in his arms made him feel like he had been here for a lifetime. You really came back to see me... "This time, I will definitely not let you go …"

Zhang Yiming was terrified at first, but the man's infatuation allowed her to immediately guess his identity.

She should have been able to break free of this insolent intrusion, but the dampness in her neck made her forget to struggle.

Intense yearning was transmitted to her through hugging an earth-shattering force that caused her modesty to collapse in an instant. She couldn't help but feel heartache for this infatuated man.

The alcohol on his body made her know that he had mistaken her for him due to drunkenness, but at this moment, she actually wished that she was Ye Qin, a soul that was deeply loved.

The sweet night wind was intoxicating, and Zhang Yimin leaned quietly against Zhou Hao's chest, letting him let out his thoughts until his body stopped shaking. Suddenly, he turned her face and kissed her delicate lips.

Feeling her lips touching another moist patch, her lower lip slowly being sucked in, she unconsciously opened her lips slightly, allowing his tongue to easily find hers. She deftly picked up the hook and played with it …

What a wonderful feeling! The warm, moist touch carried a faint aroma of wine. She was also drunk …