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Chapter 420 For This One Night
"Xiao Ru... have you been secretly taking Chinese classes recently?"

"Huh? What the hell?"

Xu Yiru pursed her lips slightly and looked at Han Yi with some surprise.

"'Dreams of using my own melody to compose the chords of the entire era', a set of little lyrics, not bad." Han Yi repeated the other party's comments with his head shaking, and said jokingly, "Do you want to consider publishing a book? I'll find a way."

"I was talking to you seriously, but you were joking."

Xiaoru puffed up her cheeks, widened her almond eyes, crossed her arms across her chest, and acted out a completely stereotyped temper without any real emotion.

Whenever he talked about serious topics with people close to him, he liked to make some irrelevant jokes to ease the atmosphere, regardless of whether the atmosphere needed to be eased or not. Xu Yiru was already familiar with Han Yi's speaking characteristics, and it was impossible for her to really care about this matter.

So why do you have to put on this attitude?
because……

Between lovers, occasionally having some small disagreements that have nothing to do with bottom lines and principles can make the relationship more stable and life more interesting.

She read it in a book.

"I'm serious too, I'm not kidding you..." Han Yi blinked, "I really like to drink what you cook."

"Cook..." Xiaoru had been with Han Yi for too long, and could understand many of the jokes instantly without him saying them out loud. "You want to say that I'm feeding you poisonous chicken soup, right?"

"I didn't say it was poisonous chicken soup... It was chicken soup, healthy, nutritious and delicious chicken soup for the soul." Han Yi said with a smile, "Every day I go out to feed others chicken soup, and then I come back to drink the chicken soup you cook for me. This forms a perfect chicken soup supply chain. Upstream and downstream are connected, and it's a vertical monopoly."

“So you’re out there peddling my second-hand chicken soup every day.”

"Processed chicken soup." Han Yi put his index finger and thumb together and squinted his eyes slightly. "The raw materials are still a bit rough. I have to add some flavor."

"Hey, you're really going too far. You drink my chicken soup and complain about my cooking skills."

Xiaoru likes it very much and misses the daily nonsensical bickering with Han Yi.

In fact, there was nothing to talk about, and there was no need to talk about anything. It was enough as long as we could hear each other's voices and see each other's smiles.

Since Han Yi acquired UTA, founded Han Music, and started his own business career, the lives of the two have been rolling forward like a wheel, never stopping for anything. In this fast-paced tango that is so dazzling that there is no time to breathe, being able to steal three or five minutes to slow down, find a private space, and spend time with jokes and bickering like before is a precious gift that Xu Yiru is reluctant to exchange no matter what treasure is placed in front of her.

But soon, Xiaoru realized one thing - forcibly restoring the old model would only create new problems.

"Then don't ask me anymore. Ask others instead...they don't need Chinese lessons."

Her original intention was just to act coquettishly to Han Yi, but when the words came to her lips, they turned into a sour taste.

Xiaoru didn't want to say the second half of the sentence, but the word "they" slipped out of her mouth uncontrollably.

In the past, there was only one "she", so the trouble was not too big.

But now...

'they'.

What a suffocating plural word.

Her expression changed subtly, the smile on her lips became a little stiff, and the lively light in her eyes began to stagnate. Xiaoru couldn't help but lower her head and avoid Han Yi's gaze. She didn't want him to see that something was wrong at this moment, and didn't want him to notice the complex emotions running through her heart like a running bull, even if it was only for a moment.

There is uneasiness, resentment, and...

Yes, and angry.

She was really angry.

"Xiao Ru, I..."

Xu Yiru's cover-up was hasty and weak, and her long-suppressed resentment naturally could not escape Han Yi's eyes. The latter's body movements were visibly filled with a bit of panic. He was too familiar with this scene. Every silence that was about to speak but stopped was the outbreak of a new round of war. Since he could remember, he had watched his parents perform this drama over and over again, all night long, without end.

This is the root cause of the problem that he desires intimacy but does not know how to properly handle it.

With a dry mouth and a racing heart, one arm was raised and then stopped in mid-air. Han Yi sensed that a conflict was about to break out between him and Xiaoru, and his usual eloquence was gone, leaving only a nervous and clumsy response.

"You what?"

"I did not mean that……"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I was just joking. I don't dislike you, nor do I... You know, if I didn't trust you and didn't care about you, I wouldn't talk to you about these things."

"Care about me... Weird, why don't I feel it? If you care about me, would you joke with me about everything? People are obviously talking to you seriously, showing you their heart, but you always respond in such a frivolous way... Are there really so many funny things?"

"My……"

"If you really cared about me, you would tell me that you liked me while flirting with other girls outside..."

Xu Yiru became angrier and angrier as she spoke. She suddenly raised her eyelids and tried to confront Han Yi, but her gaze slammed into the quagmire in the other's eyes, quietly swallowing up all the long speeches she had prepared.

At this moment, Xiaoru recalled the past experiences that Han Yi had confided to her countless times in seemingly casual chats over the past two years. Han Yi's father and mother, like two mountains that could never meet across a river, trapped him on an island in the middle of the river, with depression and absence as his companions. Han Yi had learned to use humor and jokes to cover up his inner scars since he was a child, because he could not understand how to express his emotions, nor could he learn how to communicate with close people.

Behind his jokes and frivolity lies the fear deep in his heart.

He uses jokes and humor to distance himself because he has never learned how to accept even the people closest to him.

For Han Yi, the footsteps coming from outside the door, approaching from far away, did not indicate a warm call of "Come out for dinner", but another emotional storm that was about to involve him.

He could not understand and refused to believe that there was lasting and constant happiness in this world, because this door of life had never been opened to him.

From this point of view, she and Han Yi are actually the same type of people.

The difficulties faced by original families are different, but the outcomes are the same.

They desperately want to break away from the past, but are also subtly and deeply branded by the trauma from their parents.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it anymore..."

Xu Yiru finally mustered up the courage, and all the resentment that had been accumulating and ready to be vented disappeared in an instant.

She grabbed the hand that was suspended in mid-air, used it as a fulcrum, pulled her body closer to Han Yi, and embraced him in her arms.

"It's okay, it's okay... Don't worry, we won't quarrel, be good..."

Xiaoru rested her head on Han Yi's shoulder, gently covered his back with her hands, and whispered in his ear.

Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. This has always been Xiaoru's motto.

She knew very well that if she didn't want Han Yi to become like her father, she must first avoid becoming like her mother.

What's more, she really loves the person she loves.

After working nonstop in Las Vegas from early morning to late night for more than a week, he finally found some time to rest and be alone with her.

"I know you're tired."

"I'm not tired, Xiaoru, actually I want to say I'm really..."

"I told you we don't want to talk about this anymore, you're not listening, are you?"

Xu Yiru pulled her hands away from Han Yi's back and pressed them on his chest instead. She bared her teeth cutely, trying to "intimidate" him into silence.

Afterwards, Xiaoru leaned closer, her breath as sweet as orchid, and placed her two delicate and rosy petals on his lips.

The sweet deep kiss was neither hurried nor slow, with gentle and soothing force, like a confession after a long separation, or a warm and firm promise, which made Han Yi's originally stiff body relax instantly.

His thick palms climbed up the slender waist, and between gasps, Han Yi regained the initiative, taking Xu Yiru with him, and completely blending into the wide sofa.

"Uh...ah, wait, wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" "My hair got pressed down..."

"Ah, sorry."

Han Yi propped himself up on his right elbow and looked at Xu Yiru, who was already pinned under him, with concern.

He knew how much this girl from Taiwan, whose hair was getting thicker because she studied too hard, cared about her own long hair which actually didn't look thin at all, but just had a little light brown color.

“It didn’t break, did it?”

"How not."

Xiaoru pouted and put the broken hair in her hand in front of Han Yi to show him.

"Three! It's almost like a bald head..."

"You can be even more exaggerated." Han Yi kissed Xiaoru on the forehead with a mixture of anger and amusement. "Your face is full of hair, and you're still worried about whether you're bald or not."

"Your face is full of hair."

After patting Han Yi's arm, Xiaoru's breathing was still a little rapid and her words were not very coherent. The selfless lingering just now had drained the air from her lungs and her brain.

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"Get up for a moment, I'll tie my hair up."

"okay."

"No...take your hands out too. How can I hold things like this?"

"Ah... I forgot where I put it."

Han Yi quickly retracted his hand and helped Xu Yiru smooth out the wrinkles on her clothes, then he grinned slightly in embarrassment.

"Bad guy."

With a seductive blush on her cheeks, Xiaoru rolled her eyelids, and a charming look of fatigue and laziness flew towards Han Yi along the soft waves, making the latter's relaxed body tense up again.

In another delightful way.

"Why didn't I know you were so bad before?"

Xiaoru took out a hairband from the handbag that was thrown aside and held it at the corner of her lips. She sat up straight, tied a ponytail behind her head with both hands, and mumbled in her sweet voice.

"Before... didn't you know?" Han Yi pointed at himself, "In a private cinema, isn't it..."

"It's different." Xu Yiru was skilled at tying the headband, but her verbal expression was hesitant. "I've always known that you're a pervert, but that day you were more..."

"What am I still comparing?"

"It's just... different from today. Today you are very..."

"I'm...how?"

"It's just, that... Oh, I don't know how to put it!"

Xiaoru had the love words stuck on her lips, unable to utter them for a long time. After struggling for a moment, she chose to express it directly with her actions.

She turned around and threw herself back into Han Yi's arms, using inertia to make him lie back on the sofa. Like a suckling cat kneading milk, she put all her weight on her master.

"I feel like you're... anxious today."

Xiaoru's chest rose and fell noticeably, and she forced herself to ask the next question, with no place to hide her nervousness and embarrassment.

"Have you been wanting to do this with me...for a long time?"

"Yes."

In Xu Yiru's eyes, Han Yi, who was staring at her intently and answering every question at this moment, was the cutest puppy in the world.

The feeling of dry mouth and tongue spread again. Xiaoru, whose throat was itchy, swallowed hard before continuing to ask:
"Is it because you've been too busy with the music festival recently and feel like you've neglected me? You want to make up for it this way, to prove that you still... like me?"

"No."

"What's that for?"

"Because... haven't you seen what you look like? What man can..."

"Han Yi." Xu Yiru narrowed her eyes dangerously, "What did I just tell you?"

"No more kidding."

Han Yi raised his hands and followed suit.

He cleared his throat and put on an extremely serious expression.

"Actually, it's because... in my opinion, the fact that I was able to start all this and have everything you see now... at least part of it is thanks to you."

"Thanks to... me?"

"Yeah." Han Yi nodded. "What I'm doing now is actually making up for my previous regrets. The regret between you and me is the most difficult part for me to let go. So... you asked me if I have wanted to be like this with you for a long time, and my answer is... If I can't be like this with you, I don't know what's the point of me doing all these things."

"That's it."

Listening to Han Yi's answer and carefully observing the other party's expression, Xu Yiru's eyes blossomed with a joy that was difficult to describe in words, but it was soon forcibly suppressed, replaced by a bone-chilling cold gaze.

"So, you just treat me as a trophy wife, right? Just because you have a successful career and a few cents in your pocket, you think I must like you, and you think you can definitely possess me?"

"No, Xiaoru..."

The sudden change made Han Yi's heart skip a beat.

"How could I possibly think that? I just..."

"Okay, I'll just scare you, idiot."

Xiaoru smiled sweetly and shut up Han Yi's defense with a passionate deep kiss.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. Let's see if you dare to make jokes again at critical moments."

The wonderful touch of lips and teeth slowed down Xiaoru's speech. After a while, after delivering the message and taking advantage of the situation, the greedy cat licked his lips, sat up straight again, and held Han Yi's burning cheeks with both hands.

"I really like this reason you gave me. It's very determined, very domineering, very considerate, and very much like you."

Having said that, Xiaoru once again leaned down and held the hot air that had not yet been exhaled.

"You know...I'm not ready for that yet."

Two minutes later, Xu Yiru distanced herself from Han Yi again, her almond-shaped eyes half-open and half-closed, and her murmurs had become so soft that they sounded like a dream.

"But for this one night..."

She gently took Han Yi's hand, drew a circle on the palm of his hand with her fingertips, and then began to guide it slowly towards the place where it had been reluctant to leave.

"I want you to show me everything else."

"Xiao Ru..."

"Don't talk, bad guy. Just show..."

Don't stop believing, hold on to this feeling...
Bright neon lights, crowds of people, oh...
……

"It's already one in the morning, who would call you at this time!"

(End of this chapter)