Chapter 1187: He Had Always Loved Her
Xia Yanran was speechless.
So, what he meant was for her to get the room card from his pocket?
Xia Yanran looked at his cold and indifferent face and bit her lip. Reaching out her hand gingerly, she put it into Xiao Yi’s pants pocket.
Xia Yanran’s fingertips grazed his strong and firm thigh through the fabric and she felt like she was electrocuted.
But it seemed like there was nothing…
She drew back her hand in a panic and looked at the man whose eyes were dark. “It’s not in your pants pocket.”
“Isn’t there another pocket?”
Xia Yanran was speechless.
He was doing it on purpose. It was clearly not in that pocket and he did not tell her, making her fumble around!
She could only fumble in the other pocket. This time she was going to be quick. She reached right inside his pants pocket and found the room card.
Xia Yanran was in a hurry to take it out and did not expect her little finger to touch his…
Drawing back her burning fingertips, Xia Yanran’s hurriedly swiped the room card embarra.s.singly, not daring to look at the man.
When they went into the room, he put her down in the bathroom and brought her a bathrobe. Xia Yanran closed the bathroom door with her face red and heart racing.
Xiao Yi walked to the window. He looked at his reflection on the french windows and then looked downwards.
Useless!
Hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom, Xiao Yi went to the bedside table, picked up the telephone and made a call.
…
Twenty minutes later, Xia Yanran came out from the bathroom.
She was wearing a white nightrobe, her long hair spread over her shoulders. She had no makeup on her face and her skin was slightly flushed pink from the steam in the bathroom.
Xiao Yi sat on the sofa smoking, the smoke curling up, blurring his handsome face. Looking from afar, his emotions were hard to read.
It was only after she stared at Xiao Yi for a few seconds that she collected herself and started to limp to his side. She wanted to ask him why he had started smoking again, but she swallowed the words that were on her lips back when she saw his cold face.
Even though he had eased his att.i.tude towards her, she still had not much courage.
A broken vase would still have cracks even if it was fixed to what it was before.
It was the same for Xiao Yi and her.
Every time they broke up and reconciled again, they would leave a crack in each other’s hearts. It would need time and companions.h.i.+p to heal that crack.
After taking two puffs of the cigarette, he stubbed it out. He got up from the sofa and went to Xia Yanran. Without a word, he grabbed Xia Yanran’s slender ankle.
His calloused fingers pressed lightly on her ankle.
Xia Yanran sucked in a breath and almost hissed from the pain.
Xiao Yi carefully inspected the area she was injured. It was not very serious but it was still slightly sprained. He applied medicine for her and ma.s.saged her ankle gently.
Xia Yanran’s feet were beautiful. Her toes were fair and long, and there was not much flesh on the sole of her feet. It was delicate, and her veins could be seen vaguely, striking against the clean and fair pallor.
Xia Yanran could not help feeling a fluttering in her heart having her ankle held in his large palm.
She looked at the man who was squatting in front of her with clear eyes. He had his eyes lowered, his eyelashes long and thick and his facial features well-defined. Although the outline of his face was cold and sharp, his actions warmed her heart.
When he was still a big boss of the mafia, many people thought he was very fierce and did not know how to coax women. Only she knew that he was even more thoughtful than her. He would dry her hair for her when it was wet, make brown sugar water for her when she was having menstrual cramps, and would drive through half of Hong Kong in the middle of the night when she wanted to eat a certain porridge.
After rubbing her ankle, Xiao Yi put down the ointment and got up to wash his hands in the bathroom.
Xia Yanran looked at his back and somehow, her heart began to throb in pain.
He had no family since he was young. Being in the mafia alone, she did not know how much he had suffered and how much blood he had shed before he could have this day.
His greatest warmth was her.
She was really silly. How could she think that he would leave and abandon her if she did not have children?
She must really have hurt his heart asking for a break up!
Xia Yanran felt a lump in her throat and the tears in her eyes fell once more.
…
When Xiao Yi was was.h.i.+ng his hands with his head lowered, he suddenly felt a tightness at his waist.
A person pressed against his back and his body stiffened.
Raising his head, he looked at the woman who was holding him from behind through the mirror.
“Xiao Yi, you wouldn’t leave me even if we don’t have children, right?”
Wiping his hands clean, Xiao Yi pulled the woman’s hands away from his waist. But she refused to let go and held him tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
“You only understand it now?” He pulled her hands away forcefully.
Xia Yanran looked at him turning around, his deep dark eyes like whirlpools that wanted to swallow her in. Her heart quivered. “But do you know how depressed I was to find out that I was unable to have children? Especially after hearing that you wanted to name our children Xiao Wan and Xiao An, I…”
Xia Yanran looked down at her toes. “I really became oversensitive, suspicious and I felt I wasn’t good enough. Any small movements could make me feel nervous and I just wanted to run… I’m sorry, I should have come clean to you earlier, but I was really afraid to see the disappointment in your eyes…”
Before Xia Yanran could finish, her waist was grabbed tightly by the man and pulled into his arms.
Xiao Yi hugged her and turned her around and pressed her against the sink. Before Xia Yanran could react, he lifted her up and put her on the sink.
“Xiao Yi… Mmh!”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
That familiar masculine scent with a faint hint of tobacco entered her nose. It was an attractive scent and she could not help wrapping her arms around his neck.
In the silent air, there were only the sounds of their light breathing. She had just taken a bath and the faint scent of shower gel was especially alluring.
“Do you want it?” He looked up at her with a dark gaze.
The deep color in his pupils was like a deep and bottomless pool, but with a hidden magic that attracted her to sink in.
Just like moths to a burning flame.