Chapter 387: Can I still love as deeply as before 9
Rong Beiming did not hug her anymore, and let her curl up on the edge of the big bed. He knew very well that Yu Nianen had not had a man in the past four years, and he had not had a woman.
Yu Nianen grabbed the sheets and gritted her teeth together. She closed her eyes, sad tears still flowing, but her tense nerves gradually relaxed due to fatigue.
When she woke up, it was already dark. She had the man's arm around her waist, her head resting on his arm, and her legs resting on his thigh.
Almost every morning before, they woke up in such an intimate and affectionate position.
She raised her chin and looked at the man beside her who was breathing evenly and falling into a deep sleep. Although she could only see a vague outline in the night, in her heart, every bit of him was firmly engraved in her memory.
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Outside the house, the cold rain was slightly cold, and the raindrops were still beating on the window glass and making a swishing sound on the branches.
She lifted the sheet, carefully moved her arms around her waist, and got out of bed lightly. The smell of medicinal oil hit her nostrils.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she bent down and discovered that he had smeared medicated oil on her ankles at some point.
Yu Nianen looked back at the man on the bed gratefully, got up and went to the closet to get a piece of his shirt and put it on, then left the bedroom and entered the kitchen.
She hadn't eaten at noon, and now it was getting dark, she was out of control emotionally, and exercised too much, so her stomach had long been starved. Moreover, Rong Beiming hadn't eaten dinner either, so he would be hungry soon.
She opened the refrigerator, looked at it, took out some ready-made ingredients, boiled water, and prepared to make simpler tomato omelette noodles.
While waiting for the water to boil, she leaned against the dressing table and looked out the window.
The gurgling rain outside has not stopped. Under the dim street lights, the falling raindrops are like falling leaves, and like flying flowers on a quiet night. They say that it is sad to sleep on the midnight rain, and Yu Nianen sheds tears as he watches, listens, and thinks about it.
Couldn't help but fall down.
Peel tomatoes, chop green onions, and add noodles...
Every movement she made was very gentle, as she was afraid of waking up the sleeping man in the bedroom.
She was so busy that she didn't notice that the man who held her heart was standing at the door of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, holding his hands on his chest, and silently watching her delicate back.
When she lowered her head to wipe her tears, he was also heartbroken; when she was busy at the stove, he sighed lowly...
For four years, there were more than a thousand days and nights and countless minutes and seconds between them, but their love only grew stronger.
He picked the steaming noodles into a bowl and sprinkled them with chopped green onion. Yu Nianen lowered his head and smelled it, turned around, covered his mouth and let out a low sigh.
"Ah! I was shocked." Her voice was still hoarse, and her cheeks were stained with tears. She wiped her tears with her sleeves in a panic, "I was about to wake you up. I'm hungry! There's nothing in the refrigerator.
I just made a bowl of noodles, I don’t know if you like it or not?"
Rong Beiming walked over slowly and helped her bring the noodles to the dining table.
Only the wall lamps were turned on in the restaurant, and the light was a little dark, but very soft.
"I... thought you... left!" Rong Beiming said lightly. In fact, when he woke up and saw no one around him, he felt as if he had fallen into a ice cellar.
It wasn't until he chased him out, saw the light in the kitchen, and heard the rustling sound that his heart felt calm again.