Chapter 28 Confession! And Then, Unable to Breathe

Bang!

Because Wen Wan had instructed her, Mo Lan did not stop the car when she saw Chen Luo. She could never have anticipated that Chen Luo would suddenly dash right in front of the vehicle. Mo Lan reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes, but still collided with him.

The impact sent Chen Luo tumbling, flipping several times before he landed flat on his back in the grass nearby.

"Chen Luo!"

Mo Lan was about to get out, but Wen Wan had already opened the door and reached Chen Luo at lightning speed, crouching beside him and reaching out to examine his injuries.

"Chen Luo! Chen Luo, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Say something, don't fall asleep! Stay with me!"

"Mo Lan, call an ambulance!"

At this moment, Wen Wan had none of her usual composure or decisive demeanor. Her eyes were filled with endless guilt and fear, and her outstretched hand trembled.

If only she hadn't told Mo Lan not to stop, Chen Luo wouldn't have been hit! She truly was a harbinger of disaster. No, she had to leave! She couldn't let Chen Luo be harmed again because of her.

"Wen Wan! Don't go!"

Suddenly, Chen Luo sprang up from the ground and embraced Wen Wan tightly.

"Chen Luo, you're alright?" Wen Wan's voice was full of joy, but she immediately tried to break free from his arms.

"Let me go! I'm a curse! Let me go! Whether it was six years ago or now, you only get hurt because of me!"

"I won't let go! If I do, you'll leave, and then I won't have a wife!"

Hearing Chen Luo shout "wife," Wen Wan was stunned. Nearby, a security guard gave Chen Luo a secret thumbs-up.

Good man, this fellow is bold—he’d risk his life for a wealthy lady. I’m ashamed to compare.

Mo Lan hurried over to pull the two up as the crowd around them grew.

"President Wen, let's go home first and talk."

She pulled them into the car, pressed the accelerator, and sped to the gate of Villa No. 1.

After getting out, Chen Luo never let go of Wen Wan's hand, terrified she might leave again. They went upstairs to Wen Wan's sanctuary.

"Can you let go of my hand now?" Wen Wan glanced down at her right hand, still locked in Chen Luo's grip.

"Not until we talk everything through. I'm not letting go," Chen Luo said, for once assertive, raising his head to meet Wen Wan's gaze. "Wen Wan, I'm sorry. I truly can't remember anything before I turned thirteen. Though I was careless, I know I caused you to misunderstand."

"No, it's not your fault. I dragged you into this," Wen Wan replied, her voice heavy with guilt. "I've just found the mastermind behind the attempt on your life years ago. Don’t worry, I’ll make them pay!"

"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want you to avenge me. Please listen."

Chen Luo gently caressed Wen Wan's hand, his eyes burning into hers.

"Though I really can't recall what happened the first time we met, nor when our bond began, I only know this—no matter what happened before..."

He paused, then continued, "All I know is, when you left the milk tea shop just now, I panicked. I was terrified—scared of losing you. My heart felt twisted with pain, but beneath that pain was only emptiness."

"I know, and I’m certain, that even though we’ve only been together a few days, my heart is full of you. Right now, I—"

"I am truly, truly, truly, truly in love with you."

"Whatever’s forgotten is gone. I want to create beautiful memories with you in the future. Will you?"

Mmm!

Wen Wan instinctively covered her mouth, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Perhaps Chen Luo hadn’t realized until now that Wen Wan had always been the one pouring out her deep love and fierce possessiveness toward him, while he had never responded in kind—not even with the most basic step, a face-to-face confession.

Understanding this, Chen Luo scratched his head awkwardly.

"This confession might be late, but all my feelings are here. I hope it's not too abrupt."

Finished, Chen Luo felt genuine anxiety. Although he knew Wen Wan’s feelings for him ran deep, he still feared she might reject him for some reason.

Smooch!

Wen Wan rose, swept her left arm around Chen Luo's neck, and kissed him deeply.

This kiss was nothing like the wild, frantic ones before—its pace was gentle yet powerful.

Tongues entwined, they held each other close, sinking naturally onto the bed, Chen Luo above, Wen Wan below. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, feeling the heartbeat, warmth, and love.

The kiss lasted half an hour, until both were breathless and finally parted, compelled by instinct.

"Hah! Hah! Hah! Wen Wan, wait, stop, I can barely breathe," Chen Luo gasped, rolling off her and lying beside her, his brain dizzy with excitement and lack of oxygen.

"You little rascal, you scared me! Want me to let you off? No way!"

Wen Wan pounced on him again, showering him with another long, wet kiss. As time went on, their clothes grew increasingly disheveled, and the room’s atmosphere thickened with intimacy.

Gurgle.

Suddenly, Wen Wan's stomach rumbled, echoing loudly in the pin-drop silence.

She froze, and Chen Luo burst out laughing.

"I thought you were a goddess descended to earth, immune to hunger. Turns out even a goddess's stomach growls."

Whap! Wen Wan shyly tapped Chen Luo’s forehead.

"It’s all your fault! I skipped lunch, worked all afternoon, and now you’ve worn me out for ages, how could I not be hungry?"

Chen Luo got up from the bed, grinning as he reached for Wen Wan’s hand.

"Alright, alright, let’s go eat. Mo Lan should have dinner ready."

Just then, Wen Wan seemed to think of something. She suddenly threw herself into Chen Luo's arms, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered,

"I want you to cook for me—wearing nothing but an apron."