Chapter 7: Lan Hanyun's Pain

  The sunset in the summer and autumn seasons is very beautiful. Looking towards the direction of the setting sun, the beautiful and gorgeous sunset glow pours into the sky's end, dyeing the originally white clouds into a soft yellow color that is pleasing to the eye, shining brightly on the glassy surface.

  Lan Ruoxi saw He Yeye waiting for her at the school gate from afar, his tall and slender body leaning against the car, elegant and charming. His handsome face had an enchanting smile, causing passing girls to blush and flutter, frequently turning their heads back.

  "Hey, baby, you're here. Get in the car, I'll take you home." He opened the door with a radiant smile, revealing his pearly white teeth, making that masculine face look even more handsome.

  "Mmm!" Lan Ruo Xue smiled and nodded, getting into the car. Hei Yan Ye closed the door for her and got in on the other side.

  He closed the car door, wrapped his arms around her waist, and brought his thin lips close to her pale face. His eyes were filled with tenderness. "Xier baby, did you miss me today?"

  Blue as if eyes spinning around, cunning smile, shaking head. "No!"

  "You little scamp! I've been thinking about you all day." He gently stroked her pert nose, his eyes filled with tender and doting gaze. He released his hold on her waist and started the car.

  The car arrived at the Blue Mansion, and He Yan Ye slowly stopped the car. Seeing that Lan Ruoxue was already asleep beside him, the soft sunlight cast a gentle glow on her delicate features, with light and shadow intertwined. Her scattered hair was as black as ink, and her long eyelashes were like a fan, lightly fluttering. "Looks like this girl is really exhausted."

  Gently pushed her. "Baby, we're home. If you don't wake up, I'll have to kiss you awake!"

  She opened her eyes with a drowsy gaze, and the faintly sparkling water pupils shone brightly, like the most beautiful stars in the sky, causing He Yan's heart to tighten. The black pupils flashed with fiery light, and he lowered his head to fiercely kiss her delicate lips.

  He grasped her slightly parted red lips, her lips were like flower petals with honey on them, he couldn't help but pry open her lips and insert the tip of his tongue deep into her mouth.

  His strong tongue effortlessly caught her small tongue, their lips and tongues entwined, a hot flow surged into his chest...

  "Night..." She moaned, unable to bear the flames he had ignited in her.

  He Yan Ye's body stiffened, reluctantly letting go of the beauty in his arms, fastening her buttons for her, and gently brushing her disheveled hair behind her ears.

  Lan Rou leaned against him, panting softly, with a misty veil in her clear eyes, like the morning fog rising from the lake surface, wafting gently and vaguely, making her watery eyes even more alluring and seductive.

  The flames of passion rose and fell on her chest, her breathing gradually becoming stable. He gently nibbled on her lovely shell-like ears, white jade-like earlobes, his voice filled with a hint of hoarseness and sensuality. "Baby! When are you going to marry me?"

  On Lan's lovely face, with a faint happiness and sweet smile, she gently patted his chest. "Others still want to enjoy their beautiful youth, who wants to marry you?"

  He Yanye grasped her naughty hand and lightly kissed it. His face rubbed against her neck, and he coquettishly said: "Little rascal, I'm all yours now, you have to take responsibility for me!"

  Lan Ruoxi pushed him away, opened the car door, jumped out of the car, turned her head back to him and stuck out her tongue, making a face. "I'm not going to bother with you anymore, I'm going home."

  He Yanye watched her back, his heart full of happiness, he drove away with a satisfied smile.

  Lan Huan Yun watched as He Yan Ye's car drove away, his eyes filled with pain and his fists clenched tightly. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but he couldn't control himself. He also loved her, why? She just had to be his sister-in-law. He heavily punched the wall beside him, blood dripping down the surface.

  But he didn't feel any pain at all; the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.