Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1304 Accompany You Like This

"Yi...Yi Feng...you...I know...you feel bad...I..."

Nan Weiwei's voice was as thin as a mosquito, as light as the breeze blowing across the strings of a musical instrument, almost inaudible, but the emotions it contained were so heavy, as if it carried thousands of words.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to comfort Nan Yifeng, but when the words came to her lips, they were stuck in her throat and difficult to utter.

There was a hint of trembling in his words, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Nan lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look directly into Yi Feng's eyes.

There was anxiety and worry in her eyes, like dim stars in the night sky.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with tears, as if the tears would burst out like a flood if she blinked. Her hands were tightly clutching the corners of her clothes, her fingers looked a little white due to excessive force, and one could even see the bulging blue veins.

The corner of the clothes was crumpled into a ball, as if it could also feel the inner entanglement and pain of its owner.

"Shh..." Nan Yifeng gently raised a hand, signaling her to be quiet.

His movements were gentle and graceful, like a feather slowly falling. His gestures carried an unquestionable majesty that was irresistible, and yet inexplicably revealed a hint of imperceptible tenderness, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, quietly warming people's hearts.

There are complex emotions hidden in his deep eyes, like a bottomless pool, making it difficult to peek into his true thoughts.

The hot water fell softly like drizzle, interweaving densely together, like a transparent gauze, gently covering the bodies of the two people.

Crystal clear water droplets flowed slowly down their skin like nimble little snakes, splashing tiny and dazzling water droplets from time to time.

After blooming briefly in the air, these small water droplets fell one after another, like twinkling meteors in the night sky across the sky, and finally gathered into clear streams, meandering towards the ground.

At that moment, the entire bathroom seemed to be cast under a spell, and was quickly filled with rising water vapor.

The water vapor is thick and heavy, like white balls, constantly rolling and surging, filling every corner.

In just a moment, the thick water vapor made people feel as if they were in a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist. The vision was greatly obstructed, and it was almost impossible to see anything in front of them.

The surface of the mirror was not spared. In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of white mist quietly covered the mirror like a veil, as if it was a mysterious white cloak bestowed on it by nature.

This layer of white mist is even and fine, completely obscuring the mirror's originally clear reflection, making it look like a secret passage hidden behind the fog, full of unknowns and temptations.

Through the hazy fog, two figures can be vaguely seen standing in it.

Their figures appeared particularly blurred in the thick fog. Their faces, which were originally clearly discernible, had now become blurred, with the details of their facial features disappearing without a trace, leaving only the rough outline.

The curves of the body are no longer so obvious, and the graceful lines are softened by the mist, presenting a dreamy beauty.

This hazy beauty makes people curious and want to explore it, but also makes people afraid that once they get close, the tranquility and mystery will be broken.

Nan Weiwei's lively eyes seemed to have the ability to see through everything. She could so accurately and quickly capture the low pressure emanating from Nan Yifeng.

The air pressure was like an invisible wave, surging slightly southward, one wave after another, making her feel a heavy sense of oppression almost instantly.

This heavy atmosphere was like a towering mountain collapsing and turning into an enormous stone, pressing heavily on people's hearts, making every breath difficult and even giving people the illusion of suffocation.

Nan Weiwei knew that this heart-pounding pressure did not come from the pressure exerted by the external environment, but was more like some complex and obscure emotional fluctuations buried deep in Nan Yifeng's heart.

These emotions are like a tangled mess, with depression, boredom and anxiety intertwined and entangled with each other, eventually converging into a surging and powerful force.

Looking at Nan Yifeng, who had a frown on his face and a gloomy expression, Nan Weiwei understood in her heart: at this moment, he might be like a beast trapped in a cage, eager to break free from the shackles and find an outlet that would allow him to vent his emotions.

Only in this way can we thoroughly release the negative energy that has been suppressed for a long time and accumulated like a mountain, and once again find the tranquility and peace that originally belonged to us in the depths of our hearts.

It is for this reason that every action he made at this moment showed an unprecedented intensity and decisiveness, as if he wanted to use this method to completely pour out the negative emotions hidden in his heart that were roaring and surging like a tide and constantly churning.

And she just stood there quietly, letting the scalding hot water hit and wash her body without any resistance.

Beneath the seemingly calm exterior, his heart is actually in turmoil, with ripples spreading out in circles.

Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng can be said to be childhood sweethearts. They have spent countless spring, summer, autumn and winter together, and witnessed every bit of each other's growth.

It is also because of this that Nan Weiwei understands Nan Yifeng much better than anyone else.

On ordinary days, in her eyes, Nan Yifeng always appeared cynical and cheerful.

He seemed like a carefree boy, treating everything in the world with a nonchalant attitude, as if nothing could really touch the strings deep in his heart.

Whether facing trivial troubles in life or encountering major setbacks and difficulties, he can always easily resolve everything with a smile and a joke.

Only Nan Weiwei herself knows best that behind her seemingly unrestrained and carefree appearance, she actually hides an extremely sharp and tenacious heart.

That heart seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult for others to see its true appearance, but for Nan Weiwei, it existed so clearly deep in her heart.

This heart is extremely sensitive to the outside world, and even the slightest disturbance can cause it to react strongly. No matter how many difficulties, obstacles, and setbacks it encounters, it will always remain steadfast and will not be easily shaken or succumbed.

That heart is like a gem shrouded in heavy fog, making it difficult for others to see its true brilliance and value.

Although he can appear to be indifferent to everything happening around him, when the night is quiet, those subtle emotional fluctuations will surge into his heart like a tide, leaving him alone to bear the pain and struggle that no one knows about.

It is this inner sensitivity that gives him a deeper perception of the world, and enables him to show extraordinary tenacity and perseverance when faced with difficulties, and to pursue his goals and ideals unyieldingly.

Whenever he encountered setbacks or felt low, Nan Yifeng would silently choose to bury all his unhappiness deep in his heart and never mention it a word, just like today.

Even when facing Nan Weiwei, who is closest to him, he always keeps his mouth shut, unwilling to let his negative emotions affect the other party.

Every time he appeared in front of Nan Weiwei, he always looked calm and indifferent, as if nothing in this world could really touch the softest corner in his heart.

But how could Nan Weiwei not know? She understood that all this was just a disguise that Nan Yifeng used to protect himself.

Behind that seemingly relaxed and comfortable smile, there are actually countless pains and struggles.

The sad past that he had forcefully suppressed was like a heavy rock pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But even so, he still forced himself to smile and endured all the hardships that life brought him alone.

Those unknown secrets, those wounds that he licked alone in the middle of the night, were like heavy shackles that tightly bound his soul.

She wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles between his brows and dispel the haze in his heart, but she found that she was so powerless.

In the bathroom, the air was filled with steam, and the figures of the two people were looming in the mist, like two flowers swaying in the wind and rain, relying on each other, but each bearing their own bitterness and helplessness.

The two hugged each other tightly in the bathroom, their breath intertwined, and the air was filled with burning desire and endless tenderness and sweetness.

Their bodies were so tightly pressed together, their skin touching, and every touch was like lighting a flame, making the passion burn in an instant.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, it was already quiet and deep in the night.

The bright moonlight shines through the window, quietly falling on the window lattice like a gurgling stream, covering the entire room with a hazy and soft glow like a silver gauze.

The moonlight was like water, gently caressing their faces, reflecting their cheeks flushed with joy and their blurred and intoxicated eyes.

After an intense and long lovemaking, the two finally dragged their slightly exhausted bodies and slowly left the bathroom.

They snuggled up to each other and walked towards the incredibly soft and comfortable big bed step by step with difficulty.

Every step they take seems to require all their strength, but their deep attachment makes them unwilling to separate.

When she finally lay down on the big bed, Nan Weiwei felt as if all her energy had been drained away by an invisible force.

Her limbs became extremely heavy, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on them. Even moving her fingers became a luxury for her.

She was like a rag doll that had lost its support, lying limply on the bed, lifeless.

The hustle and bustle she had experienced before was like a violent storm that swept through and drained away all the energy originally stored in her body.

At this moment, she just wanted to close her eyes, immerse herself in the tranquility, and let her body and mind completely relax and rest.

She closed her eyes gently, no longer thinking about anything in her mind. She just wanted to fall into a deep sleep and enter a dream where she could forget all her worries and sorrows.

And just when she was about to fall asleep, Nan Yifeng beside her didn't seem to show even the slightest sign of sleepiness.

There was a strange light flashing in his deep and bright eyes, which was like a burning flame, filled with endless passion and desire.

He slowly leaned over, his movements as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, and then carefully stretched out his strong and powerful arms, trying to embrace Nan Weiwei's delicate body in his arms, so that he could continue the sweet and lingering love between them that had not yet ended.

Nan Weiwei was keenly aware of his intention, and an indescribable helplessness arose in her heart.

She understood that at this moment his mood was still as heavy as if he was burdened with a heavy burden, and perhaps he was trying to find even a little comfort and warmth through such an action.

However, she really could not hold on any longer. Both her body and mind were at the limit, like a string stretched to the extreme and about to break.

She only longed for a moment of peace so that her exhausted body and soul could get a full rest.

She took a deep breath, mustered up the little courage she had left in her body, and slowly and gently pushed his warm hand away from her body.

Along with this action, her slightly hoarse and tired voice rang out: "Yi Feng, I'm really tired, let me take a break today. We can talk about anything tomorrow, okay?"

As she said this, her beautiful eyes were filled with earnest pleading, and she hoped that he could understand and appreciate her feelings at this moment.

However, what was unexpected was that Nan Yifeng, who had always been obedient and caring towards her, rejected her seemingly insignificant request without hesitation this time.

He held her hand tightly, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "Weiwei, I don't want to be alone, so let me accompany you like this, okay?"

Nan was slightly stunned. She had never seen him so persistent.

A warm feeling surged in her heart, mixed with a hint of helplessness.

She knew that what he needed at the moment was company and comfort, but she really couldn't do that anymore.

Looking at his pleading eyes, she finally couldn't bear to refuse.

She sighed softly and let him hold her tightly in his arms.

At that moment, she seemed to be able to feel the pain and struggle in his heart, and understood why he was so persistent.

The two of them just lay quietly on the bed, leaning on each other.

Nan Yifeng's hand gently stroked her hair, as if looking for a trace of peace.

Nan Weiwei closed her eyes and immersed herself in his arms. Although her body was exhausted, she felt an inexplicable warmth and peace of mind in her heart.

She knew that no matter what happened, he would be by her side, accompanying her through every difficulty.

"slight,,,,"