Chapter 164: The Road Is Too Long, The Road Is Too Short

Due to Yang Yi's longstanding reserve, the two shared no intimate gestures along the way; only their tightly clasped hands proved their relationship had changed since they left.

Yet an uneasy restlessness hung in the carriage, like boiling energy accumulating underground before a volcanic eruption, like a fierce undercurrent beneath a calm surface, like gale-force winds and thunder rolling above a sky of clear clouds.

Chris held Yang Yi's right hand tightly with his left; his breathing remained steady, though slightly quicker than usual. His gaze stayed fixed on Yang Yi's eyes and hands, unconsciously rubbing her fingers.

He felt very hot. Though the air conditioning in the carriage was set to full blast, a fire still burned within his body, scorching from the inside out, leaving his mouth parched and his tongue dry, an unbearable torment.

This road was far too long, each second stretching into a year.

Yet he also felt the road was far too short; if he could hold her hand and walk like this forever, to the ends of the earth, that would be fine too.

Yang Yi's expression remained calm—typically, the more critical the situation, the more tense and turbulent her inner state, the calmer she would appear than usual, almost as if by instinct—but her eyes darted away, like a female student entering a hotel room with her boyfriend for the first time, feeling as though everyone on the road was watching her: awkward, panicked, at a loss, yet with a hint of expectation deep inside she refused to admit.

At this moment, she seemed like a true girl newly entering the world.

Her cheeks felt warm, a rabbit leaped wildly within her chest, and her mind resembled a program running with a bug, all sorts of chaotic thoughts bubbling up incessantly, impossible to stop.

Chris's large hand was scorching, rubbing her fingers; skin against skin, a tingling shock like electricity, the abundant nerve endings on her fingers exquisitely sensitive, transmitting through the neural network to every part of her body, making her entire frame tense with arousal.

John sensed this atmosphere; he dared not turn his head, his breathing cautious, remaining like a stone throughout the journey.

This road was far too long, taking a full twenty minutes.

This road was also far too short, taking only twenty minutes.

The car drove into the villa courtyard halfway up Bifo Mountain Villa; Chris and Yang Yi stepped out silently.

As Yang Yi exited the car, Chris opened the door for her; she could not help but glance up at him, nearly startled by his gaze, and immediately averted her eyes.

Suppressed within his twin pupils were boiling blue flames, a fervor she had never seen anywhere before.

Her heart pounded wildly, and the flow of blood throughout her body suddenly accelerated.

Chris led her by the hand into the villa's main gate; the instant the door closed, he suddenly pressed her against it, halting just as his lips were about to touch hers.

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Until Chris's large hand gradually moved upward along her legs; in an instant, a discordant image flashed into her mind like a film insert: in the darkness, a pair of blazing, glowing eyes radiating primal beastly desire; on her legs, a pair of excited and urgent hands...

She suddenly pushed Chris away.

Chris looked at her in surprise.

She glanced around; they had somehow moved to the master bedroom bed, and her clothes were disheveled.

Instinctively, she wanted to rush to the washroom, but immediately stopped her steps, forcibly suppressing the surging tide with her mental power—after having to consume human food several times, she had long mastered this action.

"What's wrong? Your complexion... doesn't look good..." Chris looked at her with concern.

Suppressing some emotion, she forced a smile: "... Perhaps... now isn't a good time... I mean... I still have some work... I must go!" While straightening her clothes, she lied without blushing or her heart racing.

Chris realized she was making excuses again; whenever she did not wish to face a certain situation, she would do this.

And her sudden change occurred after he had taken a further step.

Chris quickly picked up his clothes from the floor and dressed, even though he was about to explode from restraint—but the act of dressing represented his respect for her wishes, which would give her a sense of security.

Then, he said gently: "Actually, there is no work, is there?" Seeing the embarrassment and unease on her face, he continued considerately: "You are not ready yet, are you?"

"... I'm sorry," Yang Yi hesitated and stopped her steps, "I thought I was ready... or perhaps I thought I was ready... I don't know how to explain..."

"Then don't explain for now." Chris shrugged, his tone helpless yet indulgent: "Although I am indeed a bit disappointed, and I am about to explode right now, but... can you wait for me to take a cold shower before we talk? Just ten minutes!"