Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

The moment Lu Ze kissed him, the string that had been taut in Fu Xuan's mind for thirty years snapped completely.

She tiptoed, her hands climbing from his chest to his neck, and deepened the kiss.

Sensing Lu Ze's presence, her cheeks flushed red, but her movements were without the slightest hesitation.

Perhaps he was indeed hiding something from me, or perhaps he didn't come to see me right away today, but at this moment, none of that mattered anymore.

Fu Xuan's pent-up longing of thirty years was finally ignited at this moment, and Lu Ze, who had originally taken the initiative, was instead suppressed by Fu Xuan.

It wasn't because Fu Xuan's kissing skills were more proficient, but because Fu Xuan's feelings were more intense.

The couple then engaged in a rather awkward but passionate kiss for a long time.

When their lips parted, Fu Xuan was slightly out of breath, and his head moved back half an inch.

Her gaze towards Lu Ze still burned with passion, but that heat sent a chill down Lu Ze's spine, and he instinctively wanted to back away.

That's the look a predator gives its prey.

Fu Xuan took a deep breath and loosened his grip on his waist.

Lu Ze thought she had calmed down, so he quickly straightened the apron straps that she had pulled askew, and was about to say, "The soup is ready, let's eat first."

The next second, he felt himself being lifted into the air.

Fu Xuan supported Lu Ze's back with one hand and put the other hand under his knees, lifting him up in a standard princess carry.

Her movements were clean and efficient, seemingly effortless, as if the tall man in her arms was just a light, floating pillow.

At this moment, Lu Ze's mind was blank.

He lay in Fu Xuan's arms, his feet off the ground, his whole body suspended in mid-air, his gaze passing over her head, seeing only the white ceiling.

This perspective was extremely unfamiliar to him, extremely absurd, and extremely...

He never imagined that one day he would be looking at the ceiling from this angle.

"Fu Xuan? What are you doing?" Lu Ze was so shocked that he forgot to use his pet name.

Fu Xuan did not respond to him.

She carried him and strode out of the kitchen toward the bedroom.

His steps were steady, even a bit aggressive.

She was completely different from the weak and vulnerable woman who rushed towards him when she first entered the house.

Lu Ze struggled symbolically in her arms, but he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her. He could only call out in an extremely helpless tone.

"The soup...the soup is still on the stove..."

The bedroom door slammed shut behind them, cutting off Lu Ze's unfinished words inside the room.

The corridor fell silent again, except for the soup pot in the kitchen, which was still bubbling away, as if gently applauding this reunion after thirty years.

The night is long.

Lu Ze struggled to get out and turn off the soup on the stove halfway through, but was immediately dragged back to the room by Fu Xuan.

After that, he was no longer able to struggle successfully.

Words of reunion seem pale and powerless in the face of a long separation.

Thirty years of accumulated longing renders any words utterly inadequate in the face of body language.

They used body heat instead of words, hugs instead of sweet nothings, and kisses instead of all the goodnights and good mornings they had missed over the past thirty years.

Outside the window, the lights of the fairy boats were bright, and the spaceships in the starport rose and fell. The evening breeze of the Jade Realm passed through the eaves and fluttered the hem of the curtains.

The ginkgo leaves of Changletian fall silently in the night, with a few occasionally being swept into the window cracks by the wind and landing on the windowsill, like fragments of time.