Xia Zhiwan held her breath and slowly climbed onto the bed. The first thing her hand touched was the man’s hand.
She followed the position of his hand up along his arm, adjusted it slightly, then lay down directly on it.
The two of them were so close that Li Xiaohan could clearly see who had sneaked in.
It was precisely the woman he had yearned for but could never truly have—yet could never bring himself to let go of.
After lying on his arm, the woman seemed to find the position uncomfortable. She turned over and threw herself into his embrace.
Li Xiaohan lay stiffly, eyes closed, maintaining the same posture, but his breathing grew more and more rapid.
Wanwan… did you come to me of your own accord?
At that moment, nestled in the man’s arms, Xia Zhiwan lifted her small face, her heart aching with bitterness.
In the darkness, she reached out and gently traced the sharply defined contours of his face.
From his thick brows to the bridge of his high nose, her fingertips slid softly downward until they reached his lips.
Li Xiaohan, pretending to be asleep, felt her touch and forcibly restrained himself.
He had selfish thoughts—he wanted to see what this woman was really planning to do.
He wanted to believe her, yet this unreal feeling made him want to probe further.
Perhaps… she wanted to kill him…
For that man…
Just as his thoughts spiraled, his tightly closed lips once again felt that soft, moist touch.
She was… kissing him.
His breathing stalled, his throat unbearably dry. Just as she was about to pull away, he clasped the back of her head.
“Mm…”
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Without giving Xia Zhiwan a chance to react, the man rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
Moments later, Li Xiaohan reluctantly left her lips. Listening to the hurried breathing beneath him, he gazed at her with deep affection.
“Ah Han, you… when did you wake up? You scared me.”
Xia Zhiwan’s voice came out broken and unsteady, which only further jolted Li Xiaohan’s wildly pounding heart.
“Wanwan, I want you.”
His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, yet he still waited silently for her response.
As long as she said no, he would not force her.
But the woman beneath him merely froze for a moment, then her face flushed red—even in the darkness.
“Then… be gentle… I’m afraid it’ll hurt.”
Her voice was very soft when she said this, shy and quiet.
Yet to Li Xiaohan, it was powerful enough to shake his heart.
As if handling a priceless treasure, he gently kissed her forehead, her eyes, the bridge of her nose, moving slowly downward.
When his lips brushed behind Xia Zhiwan’s ear, she trembled lightly, then bit down softly on his earlobe.
Beneath the nightgown, Li Xiaohan slid one hand to her back and undid the final barrier.
The sudden release made Xia Zhiwan unbearably shy.
But as the man’s lips covered her again, her body was swept by another wave of tingling numbness.
She couldn’t help letting out a soft hum…
And at that moment… something immense had already pressed against her delicate softness.
“Love is like blue skies and white clouds, clear days suddenly turning into a storm…”
In the heated room, the ringtone of a phone rang out between them, piercingly loud.
Inside the small pocket of Xia Zhiwan’s nightdress, the phone screen glowed an eerie green.
Both of them were breathing hard, and Li Xiaohan reached out to grab the phone, intending to fling it aside.
But after a single glance at the screen, the heat in his eyes instantly turned cold and dark.
Sensing that the man had stopped just before fully moving, Xia Zhiwan’s tightly shut eyes trembled open.
She looked at Li Xiaohan in confusion, only to see him rise from the bed, his eyes bloodshot.
“Ah Han…”
“Love is like blue skies and white clouds, clear days suddenly turning into a storm…”
The phone rang again relentlessly. Li Xiaohan turned on the light and looked meaningfully at Xia Zhiwan on the bed.
Now fully awake, the moment Xia Zhiwan heard the ringtone, her heart skipped.
No wonder he stopped so suddenly…
That song had been extremely popular that summer years ago—and it was the exclusive ringtone she had set for that man.
In a panic, Xia Zhiwan grabbed the phone Li Xiaohan had placed by the bed and glanced at the screen.
Sure enough—it was him.
She looked up at Li Xiaohan standing not far away. His gaze was dangerous as he said coldly, “Answer it.”
He wanted to hear exactly what that man wanted by calling so early in the morning.
He wanted to hear what this woman—who kept telling him to trust her—would say.
Xia Zhiwan answered the call, her chest filled with hatred. The anxious voice on the other end immediately rang out.
“Wan’er, you finally answered.”
Hearing him call her so intimately, Xia Zhiwan let out a cold laugh.
In her previous life, Lu Zeming loved calling her Wan’er. He said it was a nickname meant only for her, and back then she had felt secretly pleased.
But later, in that basement, when she saw Lu Zeming entangled with that woman, she finally understood—
The Wan’er he spoke of belonged to someone else.
“Wan’er, why aren’t you saying anything? You haven’t contacted me these past few days—I’ve been really worried.”
In Xia Zhiwan’s mind, the image replayed again and again of the moment on the cruise ship when Li Xiaohan stabbed a knife into his own chest.
She could no longer suppress the towering hatred in her heart.
“Are you sick? Calling first thing in the morning and chattering away—you’re nauseating.”
The person on the other end was clearly stunned. “Wan’er, you—”
“Wan your sister! Hearing my name come out of your mouth makes me want to change it.”
“You’re like a maggot—disgusting. If you’ve got nothing better to do, why don’t you go eat shit?”
Her barrage left the other side no chance to respond.
“And one more thing—Xia Zhiwan belongs to Li Xiaohan. Get as far away from me as possible.”
With that, she hung up and took several deep breaths to steady herself.
Even without meeting face-to-face, enemies still made her eyes burn with hatred.
If she had any way out right now, she would have ground him to dust without hesitation.
Standing nearby, Li Xiaohan was genuinely surprised by what he’d witnessed.
That man had once been someone she protected at all costs—yet now she was calling him… a maggot?
And… had she just said she belonged to him?
After finally pressing that hatred deep into her heart, Xia Zhiwan remembered Li Xiaohan was still in the room.
She immediately jumped out of bed and threw herself into his arms, rubbing against him pitifully.
“Ah Han… don’t abandon me…”
Li Xiaohan wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand stroking her hair.
“Wanwan, between us… it’s always been you who didn’t want me.”
Hearing his words, Xia Zhiwan lifted both hands, cupped his face, and looked at him seriously.
“Ah Han, I want you.”