Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 407 Yun Xiaqing 14

Gu Yanzhe did not make any more "little moves". He just turned his head to look at Yun Xiaqing at the right time when she subconsciously chuckled softly when she saw touching or funny clips.

The light and shadow of the screen flowed across Yun Xiaqing's focused profile. That kind of quiet beauty was a scenery he never tired of seeing.

As Jenny danced in the moonlight and the song "Fever" played, the scene was filled with beauty and sadness. Yun Xiaqing took a deep breath.

Gu Yanzhe's hand, the hand that had handed over documents, coffee, and flowers countless times in the past six months, groped on the armrest of the seat very slowly and carefully in the dim light, and then gently and tentatively covered her hand on the armrest.

Yun Xiaqing's body stiffened slightly.

The hand with a broad palm and light calluses was warm and strong, yet there was no sense of oppression. It was just so gentle and firm. She did not pull away immediately.

Gu Yanzhe's heart was beating fast. He didn't turn around to look at her, his eyes still fixed on the screen, as if he was extremely immersed in the plot of the movie. Only the corners of his tense lips revealed a hint of nervousness.

A few seconds seemed as long as a century.

Then, he felt the hand he was covering move ever so slightly—not a struggle, but rather a loosening of the tense knuckles, and even... seemed to move slightly downward? A silent acquiescence!

A huge burst of joy exploded in Gu Yanzhe's heart like fireworks. He no longer hesitated and naturally and tightly grasped her hand. His thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand, with a hint of infinite cherishment.

Yun Xiaqing continued to stare at the screen, but Forrest Gump's story seemed to blur. The warm, dry touch and powerful embrace of his palm was like an electric current, shattering all her reserve and concerns. She didn't struggle, but slowly, slowly, intertwined her fingers with his.

In the darkness, two hands clasped tightly together, as if two lonely souls had finally found an anchor. The film's joys and sorrows continued to unfold, while behind the curtain, in a hazy light and shadow, they wrote the first chapter of their own story together.

After the movie, it started to drizzle.

The car drove through the neon-lit night rain, finally stopping at the doorstep of Yun Xiaqing's familiar residential building. The engine stalled, the trembling of the engine fading. The world seemed to instantly sink into a deep pool of silence. Only the tapping of raindrops on the ceiling gradually faded, transforming into an intermittent, hypnotic ticking sound.

The rain meandered on the car window, cutting the dim street lights outside the window into countless flowing spots of light, casting flickering and swaying shadows on the faces of the two people.

The distance between the driver's seat and the passenger seat seemed empty and huge after the engine was turned off.

Gu Yanzhe did not move, nor did he immediately turn sideways to unbuckle her seat belt - the gentlemanly gesture he always did in the past.

He still maintained his driving posture, his hands on the steering wheel, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the edge of the leather wrapping. But his eyes did not leave Yun Xiaqing.

Yun Xiaqing felt the weight of that gaze, heavy, carrying warmth and some unspoken power. Her hand, having just unbuckled her seatbelt buckle, froze in mid-air. The soft click of the buckle snapping back was unusually clear in the quiet, enclosed space. She raised her eyes and met his.

The dome light wasn't on, only the faint blue glow from the dashboard, a stark contrast to the blazing light in his eyes. That light was no longer just a star in the darkness of the theater, but a deep sea filled with storms, sweeping her away.

The air was so stagnant that you could hear the sound of dust falling to the ground, and the clear audible breathing of each other, which seemed to suddenly become synchronized and amplified.

"Xia Qing." He called again, his voice deeper and hoarser than before, as if polished by sand, with a texture she had never heard before.

Just two words struck her heart, causing a roar.

Yun Xiaqing's heartbeat suddenly lost control, pounding against her chest like a drum. She could even feel the burning blood rushing to her cheeks. All her rationality and reserve crumbled under the gaze of those deep eyes.

She didn't respond, but her slightly parted lips and her slightly watery, no longer evasive gaze were the clearest response. Her fingertips curled slightly, unconsciously tugging at the folds of her thin skirt above her knees.

Gu Yanzhe understood the silent invitation.

He no longer hesitated. With a restraint so intense you could almost hear the joints tense, he leaned over extremely slowly. The leather seat made a subtle scraping sound.

The distance between them was quickly shortened between heartbeats - his warm breath first brushed her cheek, with the freshness of aftershave and the warm masculine scent that belonged only to him, which was clearly imprinted in her senses.

Their breaths met, just inches apart. Yun Xiaqing subconsciously closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting a small, tense shadow beneath her eyelids.

The world suddenly went dark, but her other senses were infinitely magnified at this moment - she could hear her own frantic heartbeat, the rustling of his clothes, and even smell the suddenly rich, intoxicating scent.

Then, from his lips came——

Warm and soft.

The touch at that moment was as light as a dewdrop sliding down the tip of a leaf in the early morning, yet as hot as a fire that was suddenly ignited.

Gu Yanzhe's lips were warm and slightly moist. With cautious exploration and unquestionable determination, he gently pressed against hers. It was just a simple, lingering touch, but it caused a blank in Yun Xiaqing's mind.

A strange, unprecedented electric current suddenly erupted from the point of contact, instantly piercing every nerve ending in her body. She almost instinctively held her breath, her long eyelashes trembling violently, and all her blood seemed to rush to the place that was touched.

This brief touch seemed to ignite Gu Yanzhe's long-suppressed desire. In just a moment of pause, the gentle touch immediately transformed into a more fierce attack.

The moment Yun Xiaqing was out of breath, Gu Yanzhe let her go.

After the situation calmed down for a while, Gu Yanzhe held an umbrella and escorted Yun Xiaqing back home.

Now that they have officially become boyfriend and girlfriend, Gu Yanzhe has shown even more care and concern for them.

After three years of dating, Yun Xiaqing took Gu Yanzhe back to Beijing to meet Yun Chu and Han Yanzhi.

The late autumn in the capital is dyed with gold and red, the ginkgo leaves are swirling in the winter wind, and the air is filled with a crisp coolness and the last trace of warmth before the coming of winter.

Yun Xiaqing held Gu Yanzhe's arm and followed the crowd out of the airport. She had deliberately worn a well-cut off-white cashmere coat today. Her long hair was tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. Her brows were filled with uncontrollable anticipation and a hint of well-hidden nervousness.