Chapter 936: Chapter 167: Devouring Love, Deep Affection

Rong Sinan didn’t agree with her, his exceptionally handsome face still leaned towards her.

Tang Yige involuntarily lowered her chin, her long eyelashes trembling rapidly.

Rong Sinan stared down at Tang Yige’s lightly drooping eyelashes, his breath falling on them, making her eyelashes tremble even faster.

"Yiyi, lift your head."

Rong Sinan said in a low and husky voice.

Tang Yige couldn’t possibly lift her head right now. When he spoke, her head lowered even more, she whispered, "You should go, don’t let your work be delayed."

Rong Sinan’s breath deepened as he gazed down at her uncertain lightly pursed red lips, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly up and down, "Yiyi, be obedient, lift your head."

Tang Yige shuddered and pressed her lips tightly together, without saying a word.

Rong Sinan quickly furrowed his brow, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, and directly reached out to pinch Tang Yige’s chin, lifting it up.

His moist lips suddenly covered hers, sucking her nervously lightly pursed red lips.

Tang Yige gasped in surprise, her hand suddenly clenched tightly, her eyes widened as she gazed at his handsome face coming closer.

Rong Sinan strongly clasped Yige’s nape from behind, his breath rough and deep as it fell on Tang Yige’s eyelashes and face. With his increasingly intense kneading of her nape, the kiss on her lips grew deeper and more urgent.

Hmmm...

Tang Yige released her hand, gripping the sleeve of Rong Sinan’s taut shirt on his arm, forced to tilt her head and accept his seeking kiss.

Rong Sinan loosened her hand suddenly, inserting his five long fingers between her fingers before she could make a fist, holding tightly.

Tang Yige could feel the strength and warmth transmitted from his palm.

His heartbeat, vigorous and powerful.

His lips grinding against hers, carried a tempestuous devour, making her heart tremble wildly.

Finally, before she was about to run out of breath, he slowly withdrew.

But their foreheads and noses still pressed tightly against each other.

And the large hand kneading her nape still applied pressure.

Tang Yige squinted her eyes, gasping for air with parted red lips, her whole body in his embrace, weak as a puddle of mud.

Rong Sinan lowered his gaze, deeply watching Tang Yige’s reddened lips, occasionally covering them with his thin lips, pecking lightly.

Tang Yige’s face was deep red, her beautiful eyes hazy and mountainous, bashful and awkward softly flashing in her gaze towards Rong Sinan.

"...The studio is originally yours, if you don’t want it, it’ll only remain idle." Rong Sinan suddenly mentioned this.

Tang Yige’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly lifted her eyelids and stared at Rong Sinan.

When she saw the subtle darkness and bitterness hidden in Rong Sinan’s dark eyes, Tang Yige furrowed her brows, "I didn’t refuse. I just want to rely on my own ability to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Instead of effortlessly gaining these."

"With me, do you need to be concerned about these things?"

Rong Sinan pulled out his fingers, instead clasping Tang Yige’s hand in his palm, deeply concentrating on her as he spoke.

Tang Yige pressed her lips together, softly saying, "This isn’t about concern, it’s a matter of principle. I don’t want to gain without effort."

Rong Sinan looked at her, "Just because of this, you’re willing to reject my feelings for you?"

Tang Yige frowned lightly, glanced at him, then lowered her eyelids again.

After a while, she softly said, "This house is yours too."

Rong Sinan, "..."

Stunned!

Tang Yige sighed inwardly, raised her eyes to look at Rong Sinan’s stunned face, and said, "I’ve been pretending not to notice all along, this is a play put on by you, Aunt Zhang, Little Yanzi, and that so-called Old Liang together. Actually, just with a little thought, it becomes clear. A house worth three or four million, in a good location, with great surroundings, and the interior is top-notch; how could it be sold for just two hundred thousand? According to Gu Yan, Old Liang is stingy. If it were true, wouldn’t selling this house make him heartache to the point of wanting to commit suicide?"

Rong Sinan’s handsome face flashed with awkwardness, he coughed lightly, "This...isn’t my house."

Tang Yige stared at him.

Rong Sinan’s eye twitched slightly, he took a breath, "Fine. It’s mine."

Tang Yige snorted, "You all, treating me like a fool."

"...You already saw through everything, yet pretended not to know. Is it us who fooled you, or did you fool all of us?"

Rong Sinan raised his eyebrow, chuckling softly.

Tang Yige smiled briefly, "If it weren’t for already signing the sale contract, and I’ve even obtained the property deed, knowing you all conspired against me, I definitely wouldn’t have accepted your house."

"Hmm, admirable ambition!"

Rong Sinan tightly clasped her hand, smiling warmly as he spoke.

Needless to say.

Upon learning Yige refused the studio because she wanted to support herself, and not because she wasn’t open about her feelings toward him.

Rong Sinan, since leaving the studio, had a suffocating feeling in his chest, which now seemed thoroughly relieved.

Tang Yige lifted her chin slightly, looked at him and said, "But even now, I won’t accept your house. I will leave this house for Little Rui in the future."

"Hmm, all my property will be left to Little Rui." Rong Sinan said.

Tang Yige, "..."

"Yiyi."

Rong Sinan pulled her closer by her neck, pressing them even tighter face to face.

Tang Yige’s attention was drawn back, she looked at Rong Sinan with a flushed face.

"When will you completely accept me?" Rong Sinan asked, his thin lips curling, his voice smooth.

"...I don’t know." Tang Yige moved her eyebrows and said.

Rong Sinan laughed lowly, "But I just kissed you, and you didn’t refuse."

Tang Yige, "..." Her face felt like it was burning.

Then.

Rong Sinan clearly felt Yige begin to struggle rebelliously in his embrace.

Rong Sinan inhaled, deliberately loosened her hand, then wrapped his arms around Tang Yige’s back tightly, trapping her securely in his embrace.

Lowering his head, he sealed her lips.

"Mmm...Rong Sinan, you, you, mmm mmm..."

Tang Yige lay against his shoulder with a flushed face.

This scoundrel!

Rong Sinan pressed Tang Yige into the sofa, his kisses growing increasingly unruly.

Tang Yige struggled for a moment, but couldn’t break free; she resigned herself to simply give up resisting.

Originally thinking that considering they were in the living room, he wouldn’t go too far.

But to her surprise, he grabbed her hand and placed it under his belt.

Tang Yige was so startled her eyes widened, her scalp tightened.

Tang Yige’s heartbeat accelerated to the point of explosion; if not for being pinned by him, she felt her heart might very well burst through her thin left chest and spring out jubilantly.

After a while, Rong Sinan lifted up, planting a kiss on Tang Yige’s oblivious yet flushed cheek, saying in a hoarse voice, "I might need to take a shower."

Tang Yige’s eyes shifted, her breathing quickened, her moist eyes lightly trembling as she looked at him.

Rong Sinan’s handsome face was slightly red, his gaze deeply locked on Tang Yige’s black eyes, where no light seemed to penetrate.

He seemed, not satisfied yet...

Tang Yige’s spine trembled, she parted her lips and took a deep breath, lightly stammering, "Go ahead."

Rong Sinan squinted his eyes tightly, planting several kisses on Tang Yige’s cheek before rising from her and walking toward the upstairs bathroom.

Tang Yige lay diagonally on the sofa.

She listened to the thumping noises of someone walking upstairs, eyes open, silently swallowing back, a hand unconsciously touching her left chest gently to soothe that endlessly jumping little heart.

But soon after, Tang Yige with a little shock and distaste bounced off the sofa, raising her hand—just grasped by someone—and rushed to the washroom.

...

Since Zhou Xueran entered the intensive care unit, Tang Yige daily took time to visit Zhou Xueran in the hospital, wearing sterile clothing to talk with her in the ICU.

For five consecutive days, Zhou Xueran showed no signs of improvement; her vital signs grew weaker.

On this day.

Tang Yige left the ICU and bumped into Tang Yuwen at the hospital entrance.