Chapter 168: Chapter 94 When Love Matures_3 Chapter 168: Chapter 94 When Love Matures_3 She fully understood what he meant tonight.

Mature love isn’t about unconditionally devoting oneself, nor is it about being overly emotional with someone else, but rather it should center around oneself, thinking as an independent individual, yet still managing to prioritize the other person.

Neither of them were stupid, yet being too clever was not necessarily a good thing.

She nestled in his arms, “The afternoon you held me in Jing Building and we read comics, that was the happiest moment of my life.”

She looked up, “Because for a short while, I had you.”

He was nonchalant, “Now you have me.”

Yun Yuwan’s nose tingled, but she broke into a smile, “Oh.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking herself entirely into his warm and broad embrace, “I really missed you so much over these six years that I thought I might die, always hoping I might bump into you by chance, missing you when watching fireworks, thinking of you when people around me were reveling at parties, missing you when others wanted to date me.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and the corners turned red, “Wen Yangzhi, you have no idea how much I love you.”

He raised his hand, his fingertip lightly stroking her tear-streaked cheek, calmly saying:

“Oh, and you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to sleep with you.”

Yun Yuwan was speechless yet wanted to laugh, “What are you doing?”

He was shamelessly unblushing, “What, you’re allowed to say your piece, and others can’t?”

Yun Yuwan genuinely didn’t understand, “You’re so weird, why do you think like that?”

He remained unflustered, “It’s just the nature of men to be jerks.”

Yun Yuwan hastily interjected, “Don’t say that, Wen Yangzhi is not a jerk.”

He held expectations and patiently asked her, “Then what is Wen Yangzhi?”

She cupped her face and giggled, “Wen Yangzhi is a male model.”

He found it unbelievable and somewhat amusing, one eyebrow arching, “What did you say?”

Yun Yuwan, at the thought of that image, straight-up drooled, “Do you have any idea how long your legs looked when you were standing on the balcony of my room, back turned to me, looking super good in dress pants.”

She dished out her fangirling, “Such long, long legs, such a sexy male model.”

Wen Yangzhi seemed to have a sudden realization, “So that’s why you suddenly clung to my legs this morning asking me not to kiss you?”

“You caught me.” Yun Yuwan immediately looked down, crestfallen.

“Yun Yuwan, your mind isn’t lacking in dirty thoughts, either.”

She murmured with her head lowered, “Because you’re really handsome.”

Wen Yangzhi looked down, and seeing her turtle-like but sincere appearance, suggested as a reward, “Fancy going to my room?”

“Now? I haven’t bathed yet,” she hesitated.

He swept her up in his arms, “It’s the same wherever you bathe.”

Yun Yuwan, fearing being seen, hastily clung to him to get down, “I can go up myself, don’t carry me.”

But once she went upstairs, as soon as she entered the bathroom, he followed, closing the door behind them.

She was astonished, “Why are you coming in?”

Unburdened, he started to unfasten his pajamas with one hand while the other rested on her shoulder, “It’s the mirror play that you mentioned yourself.”

She frantically resisted, “I didn’t mean it, I thought you were going to do this!”

He was merciless, “It’s all the same.”

The moon shone brightly on a cloudless night, its full orb especially plump and round.

Midway, a low voice arose, “Look in the mirror, see how I love you.”

She lifted her gaze, their intertwined silhouettes starkly assaulting her vision, Wen Yangzhi’s strong arms griping her shoulder and waist.

The light blanched to a blur before her eyes.

She felt weak all over, only able to be pinned against him by his control.

Having returned to the country just over half a month ago, she never expected to be in such a situation with the man she liked. She had thought even if it were to be successful, it would take at least a year or more.

All his undivided affection, tenderness, and primal instincts explosively poured out onto her.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, emptiness was filled to bursting, just like the full moon in the sky.

In the end, Wen Yangzhi had washed Yun Yuwan clean, dressed her, and carried her back to bed.

Yet after she had laid down, his hand reached over from behind.

She murmured, “Not anymore, please. I’m truly exhausted today.”

Wen Yangzhi paused but persisted in tucking her in regardless.

Only then did Yun Yuwan realize, “…were you just tucking me in?”

He withdrew his hand nonchalantly, “What else did you think it was?”

Yun Yuwan, feeling somewhat ashamed, wrapped herself up in the blanket, “It’s all your fault, making people’s thoughts turn dirty.”

“Who’s feeling anxious?” he scoffed lightly.

She said indignantly, “Not anxious, dirty—as in the spectrum of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.”

Wen Yangzhi calmly asked, “So that’s why you were so cooperative tonight?”

“Because now I want to be close to you too,” she whispered, her back turned to him.

His hand found its way under the blanket, and they lay together, one leaning against the headboard and the other lying down, chatting and holding hands.

With her eyes closed, Yun Yuwan sighed, “I feel like our relationship is a bit different after today.”

“How is it different?”

“The things you said to me, I feel closer to you.”

Wen Yangzhi hummed in acknowledgement, but when he looked down, he found she had seemingly fallen asleep, her face squished to one side by the pillow, resembling a little piglet.

He gently let go of her hand, and she didn’t stir.

Then,

Wen Yangzhi lifted her dress hem and tucked the corner of her nightgown into her underwear.