activa-t After Chapter 242, I will never be separated from you for this long again.
After Chapter 242, I will never be separated from you for this long again.
Ning Yi is on the phone with Ji Yan.
"Why is Xu Zhi driving so slowly?" Ji Yan said on the other end of the phone.
Ning Yi smiled helplessly: "The road is congested right now, so this is fast enough."
A thin layer of frost clung to the car window. Ning Yi pressed her fingertip against it, and a small patch of fog instantly spread out.
A short while later, the warm yellow light of the streetlights in the distance pierced through the fog, and a familiar figure could be vaguely seen standing by the roadside.
Ji Yan was wrapped in a long black down jacket, with a scarf wrapped around her twice, leaving only her bright eyes showing as she looked in the direction the car had come from.
As soon as Xu Zhigang parked the car, Ji Yan strode over and brought in a gust of cold wind when she opened the car door.
Ning Yi jumped out of the car immediately: "How could you stand outside waiting? It's so cold, what if you catch a cold?"
Ning Yi straightened his scarf, which had been ruffled by the wind, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.
Ji Yan didn't care about any of that. He simply pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and whispered, "Why aren't you wearing more clothes?"
Ji Yan wrapped her slightly cool hand in his palm, put it into the pocket of his down jacket, and gently rubbed his fingertips to warm it up.
Xu Zhi helped Ning Yi take her luggage down, and Ji Yan let go of Ning Yi: "Let's go back to the apartment, it's too cold outside."
Ning Yi nodded, and Ji Yan took the luggage from Xu Zhi and then led Ning Yi inside.
As they entered the apartment building, the elevator slowly ascended, and the mirror reflected their clasped hands. The warmth of Ji Yan's palms emanated through his knitted gloves.
"Are you tired?" Ji Yan looked down at Ning Yi beside him.
Ning Yi shook her head, her gaze falling on the bloodshot eyes: "You finished work so early today? Did you ask the director for leave?"
Ji Yan didn't deny it: "I wanted to come back as soon as possible to wait for you."
The elevator doors opened with a "ding".
They walked out together. Since Ji Yan used to film here often, they bought an apartment.
The moment I pushed open the door, a warm breeze made my nose feel sore. The air conditioner had already been set to a comfortable temperature. On the entryway cabinet sat a pair of brand-new plush slippers, with the toes pointing in the direction I came in.
After changing his shoes, Ji Yan took Ning Yi's bag and hung it on the hook, then pointed to the living room: "I made some white fungus soup in advance, and it's warm in a thermos. Have a bowl to warm yourself up first."
Ning Yi took off her gloves and took Ji Yan's hand: "Let's drink together."
When the thermos was opened, the sweet aroma of white fungus wafted out. He ladled out two bowls, carefully blew on them to cool them down, and then handed them to her.
Ning Yi held the porcelain bowl and sipped the soup. The white fungus was stewed until soft and tender, and the sweetness of the rock sugar was just right.
When she looked up, she met Ji Yan staring at her, his eyes as soft as melted sugar.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she said, biting her spoon.
Ji Yan didn't speak, but reached out to brush away the stray hairs that fell to her cheeks. His fingertips gently brushed against her earlobe, and the slightly calloused touch made Ning Yi flinch slightly: "It's been two months since I last saw you. You seem to have lost some weight again?"
Ning Yi moved the bowl onto the table: "No, it's just that you always think I'm thin."
Ji Yan: "You said you didn't, but it was so uncomfortable to hold you just now."
"It's not that exaggerated," Ning Yi glanced at him.
Ji Yan's gaze softened: "After we finish filming this movie, shall we go pick out a wedding dress?"
Ning Yi looked up at him, the warm light from the living room falling on his eyes, shimmering with tiny sparkles: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
Ji Yan's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on the back of her head, giving her a deep kiss.
The sweetness of the white fungus mingled with his pleasant scent, lingering on the tip of the tongue and warming the heart.
Ji Yan's kiss deepened from gentle to deep, his fingertips lightly caressing the delicate skin on the back of her neck, holding her tightly in his arms.
Ning Yi unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes, her eyelashes trembling slightly in response, the warm air filled with tenderness.
After the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot with desire: "This movie will wrap up in half a month. Then we'll pick a good day to get our marriage certificate."
"Then we can slowly choose a wedding dress. In the future, we will never be apart for so long again."
After hearing what he said, Ning Yi smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, anyway, my brother and sister-in-law are at home with Mom and Dad, so I feel at ease staying here. I can even wait until you finish filming."
She snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his warm neck: "When you come back from work, you can have a hot meal, so you won't skip meals. It'll be a nice change of pace for you."
Ji Yan let out a low laugh, tightened his arms around her, and gently rubbed his chin against her head: "Then I'll have to tell the crew in advance that I will never be late finishing work again. I'm afraid my little cook will be impatient if I'm even a second late."
"Drink the white fungus soup first, it won't taste good when it's cold."
After we finished drinking the white fungus soup, it was already quite dark outside.
It's only 8:30 pm.
Ning Yi took a shower and came out wearing her fluffy pajamas.
Ji Yan was already busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Ning Yi slipped on her slippers and tiptoed to the kitchen door.
The warm yellow light enveloped Ji Yan's figure. He was wearing an apron and was chopping vegetables with his head down. The sound of the knife blade hitting the cutting board rang out rhythmically.
She gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his warm back, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, still warm from her shower, "Do you need any help?"
Ji Yan paused, turned his head to look at her: "No need, just sit still."
With a faint scent of cooking lingering around her nose, Ning Yi said, "After you finish cooking, how about we watch the movie we didn't finish last time together?"
"Okay," Ji Yan replied.
Ning Yi turned around and walked to the living room, squatting down in front of the projector and fiddling with it.
With a swipe of my fingertip across the screen, I quickly found the movie I had only watched halfway through last time.
Soon after, two dishes and a soup were served.
The aroma of braised beef brisket with tomatoes wafted over, making Ningyi feel even hungrier.
The two sat on the carpet around a low table, with the projector's light casting movie images onto the wall.
Ji Yan first served Ning Yi a bowl of beef brisket soup, then picked out a piece of stewed beef that was tender and put it into her bowl: "Be careful, it's hot."
Ning Yi blew on the beef; it had a perfect balance of salty and savory flavors, and was so tender it didn't require much chewing.
She looked up at Ji Yan, who was bending down to pick the tomato skins out of her soup.
The projector light fell on the two people; in the movie, the male and female protagonists were sitting in a café on a street in Paris, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Ning Yi scooped up a spoonful of soup, the warmth spreading through her stomach, and turned her head to say, "How about we go to Paris together next time?"
Ji Yan looked up, her eyes reflecting the soft light from the projector: "Okay, after we get our marriage certificate and have our wedding, we'll go to Paris for our honeymoon."
He picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it into Ningyi's bowl: "I'll take you to Montmartre to watch the sunset, take a boat trip on the Seine, and then go to that century-old dessert shop you mentioned last time, so you can try all the macarons you want to eat."
Ning Yi took a bite of food, replied "okay," and secretly began to look forward to it.
The projector light still flowed across the wall, the sweet words from the movie gradually faded away, leaving only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks between the two of them, and the warmth that filled the room.