In the darkness, the sound of breathing rose and fell in the air, the breaths of the person on the bed even somewhat heavy.
Don’t ask—it was the frustration of someone embarrassed and angry.
She had gone through so much trouble just to extend her life, only to be questioned in the end.
The key point was, she had genuinely done all those things before and couldn’t deny them.
How could the ever-proud Miss Yu Wan not be frustrated and angry?
But this emotion didn’t last long before Yu Wan’s attention was diverted by something else.
The hand holding Xie Mingyan’s twitched slightly.
She grumbled inwardly, Why is this person’s hand so cold?
It was chilly, especially the fingertips, which felt like ice, almost devoid of warmth.
It even seemed to carry a faint trace of moisture, but upon closer inspection, it might not have been there at all.
What did it remind her of?
For some reason, a creature suddenly popped into Yu Wan’s mind: a snake.
Just like a snake—its cold body carrying a damp, unpredictable, and unknown danger.
Danger? What am I thinking? The him two years from now might have some connection to that word, but as for now…
The current Xie Mingyan, despite his mysophobia, couldn’t even resist her forcibly holding his hand.
Even if he was dissatisfied, what could he do? He had no choice but to endure it.
In his current state, he was far from being dangerous.
With this thought, Yu Wan tightened her grip on his hand. He is the only solution to the countdown now. I must hold on tight. What if he secretly pulls his hand away in the middle of the night? Wouldn’t my time stop increasing?
Xie Mingyan felt the person on the bed tighten her grip on his hand.
After a long while, the breathing on the bed gradually steadied, and the strength in that hand slowly loosened.
Below the bed, Xie Mingyan slowly opened his eyes. His deep, unfathomable gaze merged with the darkness, carrying an overwhelmingly aggressive and dangerously intense aura.
But the person on the bed had long since fallen into a deep slumber, completely unaware of the scene unfolding.
Xie Mingyan sat up from the floor, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the person on the bed. Though enveloped in darkness, he seemed perfectly adapted to such an environment, as if nothing could escape his notice.
Sensations continuously transmitted through the contact of their skin.
At this moment, every inch of his body’s longing was awakened, as if that touch of skin had become the only source of water in a parched desert.
Every cell clamored and pressed, the urge to possess and invade surging uncontrollably outward.
In the darkness, these thoughts were no longer concealed in any way. That sickly desire was laid bare before him.
A dangerous smile curled at the corners of the man’s lips.
He gently lifted their joined hands, prying Yu Wan’s fingers apart one by one, transforming their palm-to-palm grip into an intimately interlaced clasp.
The skin of their fingers brushed against each other, leaving no gap.
The long-suppressed Snake King had finally found release. Seizing his prey, he had no intention of letting go, wrapping and coiling around it tightly.
Though he had endured immense discomfort through sheer willpower, suppressed by his own restraint, that single point of contact had now shattered all resolve.
It’s not enough. This little contact is far from enough!
I want more!
The clamoring desires grew even more intense in the night, breaking through layer after layer of restraints, desperate to shatter the cage.
She is your wife after all, isn’t she? Her attitude toward you has already changed. You can touch her, approach her, and even attempt to possess her.
The grip in his hand tightened inch by inch, driven relentlessly by the voice in his heart.
“Mmm…” The person on the bed furrowed her delicate brows, as if sensing discomfort, and let out a soft moan.
Her hand registered the pain, and she instinctively tried to shake off the source of it.
Xie Mingyan abruptly snapped out of his turbulent emotions, his grip involuntarily loosening.
Dissatisfied, Yu Wan waved her hand randomly in the air a few times. As the pain faded, the furrow in her brow gradually smoothed away.
After waving her hand, she retracted it as usual, placing it over her chest. The soundly sleeping person had completely forgotten her self-imposed goal of holding hands all night, drifting off in her most comfortable position.
After a long while, a soft chuckle broke the darkness.
Xie Mingyan retrieved that hand and clasped it again, intertwining their fingers.
Body desensitization, huh? Quite interesting.
He had been willing to endure it.
But now, Yu Wan, you’re the one who barged in.
Whatever the reason, since you’re here, don’t even think about leaving.
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Sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room, gradually dispelling the darkness. Warm rays fell upon the sleeping figure on the bed.
After who knows how long, the person on the bed finally stirred, letting out two sleepy murmurs.
She raised her arms, intending to stretch luxuriously.
The next second, she felt as if something was restraining her. Yu Wan’s eyes snapped open.
Sleepiness still clouded her mind as she stared blankly at one raised hand, then… nothing.
Wait, where’s my other hand?
Why won’t it move!
Who dares to hold this young lady’s hand so early in the morning!
Just as Yu Wan prepared to scold, her gaze dropped and she spotted the figure seated beside the bed.
Before her brain could catch up, she blurted out instinctively: “What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to enter this young lady’s room!”
Almost the moment she finished speaking, she noticed their joined hands and came to her senses.
“I believe you were the one who invited me in,” Xie Mingyan explained with a gentle smile. “Young Lady.”
He then lifted their intertwined hands.
Yu Wan: “…”
Right, she remembered now. She was the vicious ex-wife, the supporting female character—the awakened version.
She’d been too sleepy and almost didn’t process it.
Yu Wan looked at their joined hands, her mind now fully alert, a slight arch to her brow.
Not bad. Quite obedient—he hadn’t let go of her hand upon waking.
“It seems your mysophobia isn’t that severe after all.”
Holding hands all night without any issue.
However, Yu Wan frowned, releasing their joined hands, and muttered: “Why does my hand hurt a little?”
Not only did it ache slightly, but it was also tinged with redness.
Moreover, she remembered just holding hands directly—how did they end up finger-interlaced when she woke up?
Yu Wan lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with suspicion as she looked at Xie Mingyan beside her.
Xie Mingyan’s gaze fell on her slightly reddened fingers. The delicate, soft sensation still lingered at his fingertips; the long-suppressed restlessness of his skin had finally settled.
Yet his expression remained completely composed, and he offered a seemingly considerate explanation: “Perhaps you were holding on too tightly.”
That was possible. Afraid he might leave, she might indeed have gripped too tightly.
Right, the time.
Yu Wan quickly glanced at the countdown on her wrist.
Huh?!
Why did it increase by nearly a full day?
Previously, physical contact had always increased the time at the same rate as real time. At most, she had only slept for ten hours overnight, so how could it have directly increased by twenty hours?
Yu Wan was full of confusion. To verify, she reached out and held Xie Mingyan’s hand again.
Right, it was still increasing at a steady rate.
So where did this extra time come from?