readytorunbook Chapter 1102: The Top of the Tower of Babel
Chapter 1102: The Top of the Tower of Babel
The final image was fixed on his perfectly sculpted profile.
The moonlight flowed like mercury, outlining his high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips.
A smooth yet slightly sharp jawline.
Her silver hair swayed gently in the night breeze.
A few strands of hair playfully brushed across his smooth forehead.
Those deep eyes reflected the distant stars and the faint light from the top of the Tower of Babel.
Looking at him, Ling Ruowei's heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.
The sound was deafening, resounding deep within her own chest.
She forgot everything around her.
They even forgot that they were still walking.
His unique aura was both powerful and gentle.
I'm smitten no matter how I look at it.
Almost the instant the thought arose.
Jiang Yantian tightened his grip on her waist slightly.
Ling Ruowei felt a blur of light and shadow before her eyes, and her feet suddenly felt unsteady.
The next instant, they landed steadily on the towering platform atop the tower.
Beneath my feet lies the hard, cold, dark stone of the tower, its top slightly curved.
At the top of the Tower of Babel, the night wind howled fiercely.
But under Jiang Yantian's invisible and intangible aura.
The small space at the top of the tower is like the warmest harbor.
Only the tranquility of the low-hanging Milky Way and the subtle fragrance of grass and trees remain.
Jiang Yantian casually flicked his wrist.
A large, thick, and luxuriously made fox fur satin, its fur as white and lustrous as moonlight.
It spread out on the slightly sloping top of the tower.
It's so soft that you feel like you can sink into it, isolating you from all hardness and coldness.
He took the initiative and lay down first.
His posture was languid and unrestrained.
"It's comfortable here, and the view is great!"
As he spoke, he turned his head to face Ling Ruowei, who was slightly stunned, and raised his hand.
She gave a light, casual gesture, yet one that carried an undeniable air of non-negotiability.
"Come!"
Ling Ruowei's heart skipped a beat at that hooking gesture!
Could it be right here?
The thought shot into her mind like a spark, instantly igniting a blush on her fair cheeks.
Even her delicate earlobes were tinged with an alluring pink.
Tower top, starry sky, fox fur!
This location is so... so exciting!
What if I feel so comfortable that I want to shout it out?
Should we cover our mouths?
A current of electricity, a mixture of immense shyness and secret anticipation, surged through my entire body in an instant!
But she did not hesitate.
Her posture still maintained that elegance ingrained in her bones.
She stretched out her slender hand and gently smoothed a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind.
Then, with her other hand, she meticulously gathered the white skirt.
Make sure it doesn't fall apart.
With gentle movements, she slowly bent her knees and sat down beside Jiang Yantian.
The moonlight shone on her plain white dress and her jet-black hair.
It gilded her with a layer of cool, silvery light.
Then, she turned slightly to the side.
She gently lay down.
She nestled precisely into that broad, solid chest that exuded a reassuring aura.
The moment she lay down, Jiang Yantian's arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into a tighter and more comfortable embrace.
A unique aura of his enveloped Ling Ruowei gently.
A sense of peace and security that is hard to describe.
Ling Ruowei nestled quietly in his arms.
She felt an intimacy and tranquility she had never experienced before.
But the lake of my heart was stirred up with turbulent waves.
Everything seemed like a dream.
Images from the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
That cold and lonely island.
Day after day, he sat there in solitude, accompanied only by sunrise and sunset.
That deep-seated hatred that sustained her as she struggled on the brink of life and death time and time again!
She was once a person.
A lonely soul, guarding boundless solitude, with no other thought but revenge.
She cultivated herself to the point of death, hoping that one day she could drag her enemies down into the abyss with her!
However, fate is like the most absurd drama.
That Qingxuan Realm, whom he was regarded as his lifelong enemy.
That realm symbolized a deep-seated blood feud, a realm she cursed day and night.
In such a short time, along with the overwhelming hatred in her heart, she turned into insignificant dust!
So easily, so thoroughly.
I should have known better than to try so hard.
And now, she is not only alive.
She was still in the arms of the man who had single-handedly created that destruction and also dragged her out of the abyss of loneliness.
This man, so powerful that he made the heavens tremble and whose thoughts were as deep as the ocean, yet he showed her a unique tenderness.
The man who makes her heart flutter!
The evening breeze is no longer the biting, cold wind of the deserted island.
It gently brushed against her cheek, carrying the unique fresh scent of grass and trees from the celestial palace.
All sounds are silent.
Only the steady heartbeat from behind my chest could be heard.
Only their warm breaths intertwined.
Only that sense of peace that soothed her soul with unparalleled comfort.
The body is relaxing.
The tension in my heart is easing.
Ling Ruowei slowly closed her eyes.
But then she slowly opened her eyes.
Her red lips parted slightly: "Husband... Husband... Do you want me?"
In one sentence, he used up almost all the courage he had ever had.
It really took a lot of courage for her to bring this up herself.
However, it's just the two of them here.
Shyness can be considered a spice to intimacy with one's husband.
Deep down, she still longed to be naked with him, to be intimate with him.
Desire is also a form of love.
Jiang Yantian was somewhat stunned.
I originally brought Ling Ruowei up here to see the night view.
I just wanted to help her relax so I could slowly and gradually suggest kissing her first.
Then attack X.
Then, step by step.
After all, that's Ling Ruowei's personality.
It's not good to force things to happen.
Now she suddenly brought it up on her own initiative.
This somewhat disrupted his plans.
However, it's nothing serious.
The result is the same.
Jiang Yantian lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on Ling Ruowei's exquisitely beautiful face, which was flushed with shyness.
That captivating crimson hue exuded a silent allure in the night.
Jiang Yantian gently stroked her pretty face.
"Madam... is so proactive..."
His gaze deliberately swept over her slightly heaving chest.
Then I looked back at her eyes, which were glistening with tears of embarrassment.
"Could it be... that you've been lusting after my body for a long time?"
"Would you like your husband to take a look at... your... ox... first?"
She suddenly looked at Jiang Yantian.
That scoundrel!
How could he say such shameful things so confidently!
"You...you're talking nonsense!"
"It took me a lot of effort to muster up the courage."
She struggled to sit up in his arms.
But she was firmly held in place by the arms that were encircling her.
It could only futilely twist its body in protest.
His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of panic at being exposed!
Ling Ruowei felt both ashamed and angry, and her usual aloof self-control vanished completely.
Only the youngest daughter's family remained in dire straits.
In a moment of desperation, she almost instinctively raised her free hand!
Clench your fist into a weak, fluffy fist!
He gave Jiang Yantian a light but not heavy punch to the chest!
It was less of a hit and more of a playful, gentle bump.
"What's there to be shy about?"
"However, since you've taken such the initiative, how can I fall behind?"
"Now, move up a bit so I can see..."
Ling Ruowei's heart was racing.
So embarrassing!
How can you say that?
Couldn't he... solve it himself?
She doesn't know that much.
They only want to passively accept and cooperate.
I'm not very proactive...