Chapter 154: A Strong Urge to Kiss Him

Only after Bian Yang’s figure had disappeared into the distance did Li Zhizhi pat her chest.

“Do college students these days all have such intimidating auras? When I was about to introduce a boyfriend to Xiaoyu just now, I had the bizarre feeling that my head might be sent packing the very next second.”

The others teased her. “Xiaoyu’s boyfriend is possessive beyond belief. You’d better abandon that idea quickly.”

Li Zhizhi had always found the police remarkably perceptive, and she had to agree.

“I won’t joke about that again.”

They were still talking when someone suddenly knocked on the car window.

Several of them looked outside.

A boy in short sleeves stood there, shivering violently in the cold as he struggled to hold up a battered umbrella against the wind. With impeccable politeness, he asked, “Um… Officer, would it be convenient to take me to the nearest airport?”

After saying that, Qin Mingyu nearly burst into tears.

After Brother Yang had thrown him out of the driver’s seat, he had not even had time to react before an umbrella was tossed into his arms.

Then the black supercar had sped away right in front of him.

No matter how frantically he had waved and chased after it, the other man had shown no intention of stopping… He had really left him there!

This damned weather was as cold as Brother Yang’s heart!

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From Minquan to the Imperial Capital, Bian Yang drove for seven straight hours.

During the entire journey, no matter how many topics Tang Yu tried to raise, he ignored her.

At around eleven in the morning, the car finally rolled to a slow stop outside the Qingbei faculty compound.

Bian Yang unlocked the doors but made no move to get out. He merely turned his head and gave her a cold look that made his meaning perfectly clear.

Get out.

Tang Yu’s slender white hands clutched the seat belt tightly, afraid he would abandon her. “I’m not getting out.”

Bian Yang glanced at her, then got out on his own and lifted her suitcase from the trunk, carrying it toward the apartment building.

Seeing this, Tang Yu immediately released her seat belt, climbed out, and hurried after him, following close behind.

As she unlocked the door, she kept watching him from the corner of her eye, as though afraid he might run away.

When the door opened, Bian Yang pushed her suitcase inside. But just as he turned to leave, Tang Yu wrapped both arms around his waist from behind.

He lowered his head slightly and saw her hands clasped together in front of him, her soft, warm body pressed against his back.

The clothes they had worn in the car had already dried in the warm air.

They remained like that for more than ten seconds.

“Tang Yu.”

He deliberately addressed her with such distance, a clear sign of how badly he was feeling. “Let go.”

Tang Yu ignored him and held on even tighter. “I’m not letting go. If you can bear to, then break my arms.”

She dared say that only because she knew he could never bring himself to hurt her.

Bian Yang tilted his head back and let out a faint breath. Calmly, he said, “Let go first.”

The girl asked cautiously, “If I let go, will you leave?”

Bian Yang paused. “No.”

Only then did she slowly loosen her arms.

Bian Yang turned around. His tall frame easily enveloped her, and his voice remained calm.

“Tang Yu, do you remember what I told you after what happened with Meng Shirui?”

The girl tilted her head up slightly, her tightly pressed lips drawn into a straight line.

She remembered.

Bian Yang spoke slowly. “You promised me that from then on, you would think twice before doing anything. You wouldn’t put yourself in danger, and you wouldn’t act impulsively again.”

As Tang Yu listened, she lowered her head and twisted her fingers together, biting her lips until they turned white.

“But what did you do?”

“You didn’t keep your promise. You went back on your word. Everything you said was a lie—you were only brushing me off.”

Pain struck Tang Yu in the chest, and the tip of her nose suddenly stung. “I’m sorry.”

Bian Yang’s voice was icy. When he did not smile, he seemed impossibly distant; at that moment, with his mood so terrible, the effect was even more pronounced.

“Because I trusted you, I never once suspected that you might lie to me, no matter what messages or photographs you sent. But you deceived me for nearly a month.”

He stared into Tang Yu’s eyes.

“All this time, I thought you were traveling somewhere and having as much fun as you appeared to be in those photographs.”

Even if he was not in the pictures, as long as she was happy, he felt happy too.

But she had been placing herself in danger every moment.

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“If anything had happened to you…”

His throat suddenly tightened. His voice turned hoarse, and he did not even dare continue.

Tang Yu hurriedly explained, “Nothing happened. The police guaranteed my safety. And with all that advanced technology, they could keep track of me at any time. If anything went wrong, they would have made sure I was safe first! There was Sister Zhizhi too—we ate and slept together, so we could look after each other. Look at me. I’ve even gained several pounds during this time. I weigh forty-six kilos now.”

As though desperate to prove it, the girl seized his hand and pressed it against her stomach.

Through the thin layer of fabric, he could feel the soft flesh around her waist and abdomen.

“I’ve grown two centimeters taller too.”

Tang Yu moved his hand to the top of her head and compared her height with his own.

Before, she had only reached his chest. Now she came up to the level of his collarbone.

“And I’ve been drinking my herbal medicine and milk on time every day.”

Bian Yang remained unmoved as he lowered his hand.

His thin eyelids drooped, revealing no emotion at all. His expression made him seem so unapproachable that Tang Yu, who had been trying to draw close to him, suddenly grew timid.

The situation was far more serious than she had imagined.

Bian Yang had not only released her hand; he was now standing several steps away, watching her with an expressionless face as cold as frost.

Tang Yu bit her lip, preparing to use her final weapon.

She licked the slightly cracked corner of her mouth, then suddenly stepped forward. Regardless of how coldly he treated her, she rose onto her toes and hooked her arms around his shoulders.

Gathering her courage, she asked, “What you said before about collecting interest… Are you still going to collect it?”

The moment she finished speaking, her face flushed bright red.

But she forced herself to continue. “And I’ve finished leveling up now…”

She lifted a hand and lightly brushed the side of his face. It was cold.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes. He had not rested at all during the journey, as if he had been desperate to get her away from every possible danger.

A sharp ache spread through Tang Yu’s heart, and suddenly she wanted very badly to kiss him.