Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 305 My heart has always been beating wildly only for you

Shen Qianhe blinked her eyes, and her slender fingertips quietly hooked around the pink bow and gently pulled it.

It turned out to be an exquisite envelope.

Her eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth raised a sly arc unconsciously: "Hey, who wrote this love letter to you?"

"Give it back."

Xie Jincheng reached out to grab it, but she dodged it nimbly.

Shen Qianhe hid the envelope behind her back, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Let me see~"

The ending sound is soft and long, like a coquettish cat.

Xie Jincheng's eyes darkened, and he suddenly put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Qianhe exclaimed, and the envelope was already held high by him.

She jumped to reach it, her hair all messed up: "Xie Jincheng! You are bullying me!"

"I can show you..."

He lowered his head close to her reddened ears, and his warm breath sprayed on them, "But..."

"But what?"

Shen Qianhe leaned back cautiously, but he grabbed her waist.

Xie Jincheng's lips were almost touching her earlobe, and his voice was hoarse: "I want you... to give me..."

"you!"

Shen Qianhe instantly turned red from the roots of his ears to his neck, like a cooked crayfish, "Why are you like this!"

"What happened to me?"

Shen Qianhe bit her lip and glared at him. After a long while, she murmured in frustration: "Then...you must keep your word..."

"it is good."

He responded with a smile, but when she came closer, he suddenly lowered his head and turned the light peck into a lingering deep kiss.

The envelope slipped from between loosened fingers, and a corner of the pink bow untied, revealing the letter inside...

......

As the night deepens, moonlight shines through the half-drawn curtains onto the messy sheets.

Shen Qianhe lay limply on Xie Jincheng's chest, fine beads of sweat sliding down her flushed skin, spreading a wetness where the two were touching.

She was too lazy to even move her fingertips, just listening to the man's strong heartbeat beside her ear, like the most soothing lullaby.

Xie Jincheng's slender fingers gently passed through her sweaty hair, gently combing out the tangled hair.

He bent down and kissed the tip of her red ear, then stood up quietly.

Soon the sound of running water was heard in the bathroom, and warm steam gradually spread.

Xie Jincheng tested the water temperature, sprinkled a handful of lavender bath salts, and then returned to the bed.

"Carry you to take a bath?"

He asked in a low voice, lust still lingering in his voice.

Shen Qianhe groaned "hmm" in a daze and let him pick her up sideways.

The moment she was put into the bathtub, the warm water wrapped around her sore limbs. She sighed comfortably and squinted her eyes like a sated cat.

Xie Jincheng knelt on one knee beside the bathtub and squeezed some rose-scented shower gel into his palm.

He washed her gently, taking care of every detail from her slender neck to her round shoulders.

The foam reflected a colorful halo under the light, making her skin look as white as snow.

"Still uncomfortable?"

He asked quietly, massaging her calves gently with his fingertips.

Shen Qianhe shook his head and looked at him through the mist.

The man's stern eyes were incredibly gentle at this moment, which made her heart warm. She couldn't help but put her hands around his neck and planted a rose-scented kiss on his lips.

The steam in the bathroom had not yet dissipated when Shen Qianhe was wrapped in a soft bath towel and carried to the bed.

The goose down quilt smelled like sunshine. She curled up in it like a cat, tapping her fingertips on the screen of her mobile phone, replying to the message sent by Gu Wanwan.

The glass door of the balcony was half-open, and Xie Jincheng's slender figure stood in the night.

The moonlight outlined his tall and straight figure, and the flame of the cigarette butt flickered between his fingers like a falling star.

Shen Qianhe raised her eyes quietly, and after confirming that his attention was not in the room, she gently lifted the quilt.

She put on a bathrobe, got out of bed carefully, and found the pink envelope from Xie Jincheng's pile of clothes.

Familiar handwriting came into view.

Dear Stranger:

Everything has cracks, that's where the light comes in.

Only by living well can we have hope of turning the tide. 】

Memories came flooding back.

During her third year of high school, she accidentally discovered a mysterious correspondence partner in a tree hole in the mountain behind the school.

All those thoughts that no one had to confide in and all the confusion about the future were turned into words and thrown into that tree hole.

And every time, she received a reply from the same person.

Shen Qianhe's breathing suddenly became rapid.

She suddenly remembered the handwriting of those reply letters, which was neat and sharp, and occasionally there was a little sun drawn.

She had felt Xie Jincheng's handwriting was strangely familiar before, but now she thought about it...

"looking at what?"

Xie Jincheng's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed her earlobes.

Shen Qianhe turned around suddenly and looked into his deep eyes.

The moonlight poured in from the balcony, giving his outline a silver edge.

"This is......"

Her voice was trembling. "The letter in the tree hole?"

Xie Jincheng gently took the letter from her hand, his fingertips accidentally brushing across the back of her hand.

“I discovered the tree hole by chance at that time.”

He chuckled, "I didn't expect to pick up a pitiful little rabbit."

Shen Qianhe's eyes suddenly turned red.

She remembered that she had cried in the letter about Lin Rou's troubles with her sisters, complained about her father's partiality, and missed her mother...

And all the reply letters will have a little sun drawn at the end with "Be happy" written next to it.

Shen Qianhe raised her face, the moonlight cast tiny shadows on her eyelashes: "So... when did you know you were mine?"

Xie Jincheng laughed softly, and gently stroked the red corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "In my memory, there has always been a vague shadow, but I can never see her face clearly. Tang Yining approached me at the party that night and revealed in her words that she was the girl who wrote to me that year. In fact, for a moment, I believed it."

"Then how did you know later that it wasn't true?"

“Because of this place.”

He took her hand and pressed it against his chest, his strong heartbeat coming through his shirt. "My heart has only ever been beating wildly for you."

The wind chimes on the terrace swayed gently.

Shen Qianhe suddenly remembered the moment when he stared at her when they first met after his rebirth.

It turned out that it was not a first meeting, but a reunion after a long separation.