The Deepest Love

Lu Yan's fingertips brushed against Aemeath's delicate skin, bringing a slight tickle.

Aemeath obediently tilted her head back, letting him gently wipe away her tear stains.

Her gaze never left Lu Yan's face; the infatuation and attachment in her eyes almost melted Lu Yan.

When the last trace of tears was wiped away, the two were now less than a foot apart.

Their intertwined breaths gradually warmed the air.

Lu Yan's gaze slowly moved down from her eyes, finally settling on her cherry-like lips.

He paused for a second.

Then, the right hand that had been wiping away tears moved downwards, the thumb and forefinger gently supporting Aemeath's chin.

Aemeath's heart skipped a beat at that moment.

She was all too familiar with this action, or rather, she knew exactly what would happen when A-Yan pinched her chin in this position.

But today is different.

Today marks the day after she put on this ring, a symbol of a lifetime together.

Aemeath looked into Lu Yan's increasingly deep, fiery golden eyes, two captivating blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks.

She didn't flinch, nor did she make any teasing remarks as usual; instead, she obediently and slowly closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows beneath her eyelids, trembling slightly.

Lu Yan looked at her, so unguarded and vulnerable, so beautiful and ready to be taken advantage of.

He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and kissed her deeply.

The moment their lips touched, the whole world seemed to erupt with a dazzling burst of fireworks.

This wasn't their first kiss; in fact, it was a natural one among countless intimate encounters.

But this kiss was more intense and profound than any before, and a million times sweeter than usual.

At first, Lu Yan gently and softly traced her lips, carefully sucking on her softness and sweetness.

His movements were restrained and dignified, as if he were savoring the most precious vintage wine in the world.

But soon, this gentle probing spiraled out of control amidst the rapid beatings of their hearts.

Aemeath let out a soft moan, and her left hand, which had just been adorned with a ring, involuntarily rose up, tracing its way up Lu Yan's firm chest, and finally wrapped tightly around his neck.

Lu Yan sensed her response and initiative. The hand that was supporting her chin tightened suddenly, while his other hand wrapped around her slender waist. With a little force, he lifted her off the sofa and pressed her tightly against his chest.

His kiss deepened, his tongue easily prying open her teeth, plunging deep inside and greedily seizing every bit of sweetness from her mouth.

Aemeath was completely unable to withstand his relentless onslaught and could only passively endure it, her hands gripping the hem of his T-shirt tightly against the back of his shirt.

The air in her lungs was gradually sucked out, Aemeath's breathing became rapid and disordered.

Her body went limp in Lu Yan's arms, like a pool of spring water. If it weren't for Lu Yan's strong arms holding her waist tightly, she might have already slid to the ground.

In this deep, breathtaking kiss, Aemeath tasted the faint minty fragrance in Lu Yan's mouth, and also the salty taste of the tear she had just shed, but even more so, she tasted a sweetness so intense it struck her very soul.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but when Aemeath's chest heaved violently and she let out weak, fragmented protests, Lu Yan reluctantly stepped back a little.

Their lips parted, leaving a trail of extremely ambiguous saliva.

Lu Yan did not completely release her, but instead pressed his forehead tightly against hers.

The two stared at each other, their breaths mingling.

Lu Yan's eyes were still slightly red. He was breathing heavily, looking at his fiancée in his arms, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were sparkling, and he uttered those two words:

"Wife."

Aemeath heard that name again, her body trembled violently, and her eyes welled up with tears once more.

She gently placed her ringed left hand on Lu Yan's chest, feeling his heart pounding like a drum, then gave him a sweet smile and replied with unwavering determination:

"Yes, I'm here, honey."

The summer breeze outside the window gently rustled through the treetops.

In this small living room, two hearts that have weathered many storms were locked together forever by a ring engraved with each other's names, never to be separated again.

When Aemeath's heavily nasal "I'm here, husband" faded away, the air in the living room felt as thick and sweet as honey.

Aemeath leaned against Lu Yan's chest, her left hand involuntarily rising to her eyes again and again.

The light flowed along the platinum band, and the rose gold forget-me-not vines shimmered with a warm glow on her ring finger.

She gently stroked the cool yet Lu Yan metal with the fingertips of her right hand, feeling the familiar Frequency within it.

With each heartbeat, the Frequency was like an invisible vine, tightly binding her emotions and Lu Yan's heart together.

This feeling is so wonderful, and so addictive.

Aemeath watched for a long time, the tears in her eyes long since replaced by joy.

"Can't you get enough of looking at me?" Lu Yan lowered his head, his chin gently resting on her shoulder, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

Aemeath snuggled closer to Lu Yan, tilting her still-blushing face up to gaze at him with bright, sparkling eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

"Of course I can't get enough of it! This is a ring that A-Yan put on my finger. I wish I could run out right now and run three laps around this old town so everyone can see it!"

"Do you want to become a night owl so late at night?" Lu Yan was amused by her charmingly naive appearance and gently stroked the tip of her pert nose with his finger.

Aemeath wrinkled her little nose in dissatisfaction, opened her mouth and gently bit Lu Yan's mischievous finger, but didn't use force, just rubbed it with her little tiger teeth.

A moment later, she released her grip, her gaze sweeping over Lu Yan's empty left hand. A sly glint suddenly flashed in her eyes, which had been full of smiles.

As if she had suddenly remembered something important, she abruptly sat up straight from Lu Yan, placing her hands directly on his shoulders.

"A-Yan!" Aemeath's tone became serious, but the pink ahoge (cowlick) swaying on her head with her movements completely betrayed her excitement.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yan was slightly taken aback. Seeing her looking so worried, he thought he had hurt her while hugging her.

Aemeath didn't answer immediately, but instead looked Lu Yan up and down, her gaze finally settling on the other pocket of his pants.