, he went and tattled to my dad, blaming me and demanding I marry him as compensation! As if! He thinks he's so great. Why doesn't he just fly awayWa, “…”Finally, she couldn't resist Ren Xiaoya's sof...She laughed uncontrollably, while Feng Mu clenched his handsome face, his voice hoarse and full of sexiness.

"Xiaorui, don't touch it."

Ke Menglan, however, was having a blast. She playfully touched his muscles with her finger and even joked around with him.

"I'm sorry, I overestimated you. Otherwise... just take it off."

As soon as the words left her lips, Feng Mu suddenly leaned down, pressing her forcefully beneath him. His deep eyes were filled with a raging anger.

Menglan looked at him and only then realized the danger. She hurriedly opened her mouth to remind him,

"Feng Mu, calm down!"

"Calm" Feng Mu looked at her deeply, a smirk playing on his lips. "Xiao Rui, I warned you not to be reckless, but you didn't stop. Then don't blame me for losing my composure."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he lowered his head, his thin lips pressing down hard on her parted lips.

"Ugh..." Menglan screamed, her eyes widening in alarm.

Gone mad.

Menglan raised her hand and swung it towards him, but before she could make contact, Feng Mu suddenly took her hand and pinned her beneath him.

"Good boy, stay still." His voice was low and magnetic.

Menglan slightly raised her head, looking at him. Because of the brief suffocation just now, she was panting rapidly.

"You bastard!" she blurted out, unable to contain herself. "Let me go at once!"

And Feng Mu not only did not let go of his thoughts about her, his distinct fingers slid along her waistline and slowly drifted down.

His fingers, as if imbued with magic, sent jolts of electricity through her wherever they touched, causing shivers to run down her spine.

Meng Lan, like an eighteen-year-old girl, her cheeks gradually flushed red, humming softly.

And at this time, Feng Mu also lowered his eyes, looking softly at her, "You've reacted."

Hearing this, Menglan's face flushed red and she glared at him angrily.

Nonsense.

She's not some eighteen-year-old innocent, of course she'd react.

"Scoundrel, I don't want to speak with you! Let go of me at once!" Meng Lan scolded angrily, raising her hand as if to push him away.

And Feng Mu's body was like a loose tree, impossible to push away.

He gazed at Menglan, a look of infatuation gradually appearing in his eyes. Immediately, he buried his head in Menglan's neck, his warm lips pressing against her earlobe.

This is her most sensitive place.

As soon as he touched her, every bone in her body seemed to soften, and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

“Xiaorui, I miss you so much.” Feng Mu leaned against her ear, whispering softly like a murmur, “Five years, Xiaorui. It’s been five seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Do you know how these days that feel like they're not even living have been for me”

Feng Mu's strong arms hugged her tightly, but he leaned against her ear and sighed with sorrow.

Though he was over six feet tall, he now resembled a child lacking security, clinging to her without letting go.

As she listened to his words, Meng Lan gradually regained her rationality. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly, her heart aching as if it had been shattered, pain reaching its peak.

Yes, five years.

These days, she alone with Niancheng, how could it ever be easy

"Xiaorui, give me a chance, let me take good care of both you and your child." Feng Mu's tone was serious, speaking every word deliberately, "Okay"

At his words, Meng Lan's eyes suddenly turned red.

She slightly raised her finger, tightly clutching Feng Mu's arm, took a deep breath, and then spoke again, "It's not good."

Her tone was serious, not at all like she was joking. "Feng Mu, please let me go. A person doesn't have many five-year periods alone, and we're both no longer as impulsive as we were when we were young. When the dust settles, fate dissipates."

It's over...

As soon as she spoke, Feng Mu's entire body stiffened with a jolt.

"Let go" Feng Mu looked at her, his eyes filled with unwillingness and determination. He gritted his teeth and reminded her, "Liu Xinrui, you really think I don't know that all these years, Han Cheng has been visiting you regularly"

I've had enough. I can't take it anymore.

"Let you go, and then watch you walk into the wedding church with Han Cheng, letting my son call someone else 'Dad'"

Listen, Menglan's face was also extremely ugly, "How can you talk like that I didn't think about it at all, you're too excited."

Feng Mu tightly pursed his thin lips, and the look in his eyes as he stared at her was full of reproach.

Looking at him, the tenderness in Menglan's heart vanished completely. She reached out and pushed Feng Mu away with all her might.

“I don't want to talk to you, it's getting late. Please disappear from my sight immediately!”

Bang—

Feng Mu raised his hand and heavily smashed it onto the pillow beside her ear, harshly reminding her, "Meng Lan, remember, you gave birth to my child. This is a fact that no one can change. Letting you go Don't even dream about it!"

After that, Feng Mu stood up and left her room.

The door was closed, and the bedroom fell silent once more.

Menglan slowly sat up from the bed, raising her eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling, a trace of collapse in her eyes.

Immediately, she put on her shoes, grabbed a jacket at random from the rack, and walked toward the backyard.

The sky was exceptionally dark, but she wasn't afraid at all. She walked to the backyard and stood in front of a small shed. Gently, she pushed open the door.

"Bang!"

She reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall.

The small storeroom wasn't piled with trash; instead, it was very clean. There wasn't a speck of dust on the table, which showed that someone came to clean it regularly.

And in the middle, there was a table set up with a photo of a handsome young man on it.

Meng Lan walked over and picked up the incense from the table. After lighting it, she inserted it properly.

After doing all that, Meng Lan didn't leave. She raised her eyes and stared silently at the boy in the photograph, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"Liangliang, sister's here to see you." She whispered softly, and suddenly, tears rolled down her cheeks. Her words weren't as clear as usual. "I haven't come to see you for so many days, you must be angry, right"

If you have a spirit in heaven, you should be able to see the life I and Niancheng are living now.

"Yes, Feng Mu has come back. I know I should hate him, and I should never see him again. But after all, he is Nian Cheng's father. I can't just stand by and watch other children have fathers while Nian Cheng doesn't."

Meng Lan raised her hand and picked up the photograph, her slender yet powerful fingers gently tracing the face of the young man in the picture. A wistful look crossed her eyes.

"Liangliang, sister was useless. I brought you and Niancheng here to hide for a whole five years." Menglan lowered her head, tears splashing onto the photo with a "pa" sound. "Feng Mu is right, I still have so much to do. I haven't avenged you, I haven't cleared his name... so... I should go back!"

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