Chapter 601: Chapter 601: The More You Cherish, the Less You Can Treat Lightly
Such enlightenment was like trekking over mountains and across ridges. Even with a guide, Tang Li felt terrified by the scenery along the way.
She leaned into Song Baiyan’s embrace, and the moment her right hand crossed the edge of his pajama bottoms, her spirit seemed to leave her body.
Like a backpacker setting out on their first long journey, she ventured through dense forests, then traversed mountains.
She wanted to run away, yet her hand was no longer under her brain’s control.
Her face grew hotter and hotter.
Such a touch did not provoke anxiety in her.
Just like the warmth of Song Baiyan’s palm.
She felt as if she was deep in a thick forest.
Unable to walk out, and unwilling to walk out.
Tang Li thought of Guangyuan Temple, standing in a quiet place; the image of Song Baiyan sitting in the main hall listening to morning prayers emerged in her mind. It was like a bell tolling from afar, accompanying the man’s steady heartbeat at this moment, penetrating her ears and reaching deep into her heart.
After climbing the peak, there was a continuous range of mountains.
It also became a place to pause and rest.
Song Baiyan’s right hand held Tang Li’s slender shoulder, while his other hand gripped her slim wrist, leading her to appreciate the scenery, like... a teacher guiding a student in exploring new things.
Many times, it is not desire that can’t be resisted, but the human heart.
The more treasured and cared for it is, the less one can afford to treat it lightly.
Some absurd behaviors, especially at his age, accompanying a girl not even 20 to do such things; yet, at this moment, it added a touch of warmth.
Even with no previous experience, Tang Li never felt fear from start to finish.
Gradually, even that bit of nervousness dissipated like smoke.
Leaving only shyness and sweetness.
Just then, footsteps came from outside.
And restrained conversation.
Tang Li instantly came back to her senses, recognizing it was Gao Wenlan and her husband, and faintly hearing a "Xiao Tang," she thought Gao Wenlan was going to look for her in the next room, so she quickly got up from Song Baiyan’s body: "I’ll go back first!"
She lowered her voice, afraid of being heard by the people outside.
Suddenly feeling light on her thigh, she heard rustling sounds in the darkness; Song Baiyan let go and didn’t forcefully pull Tang Li to stop her from leaving.
Tang Li found her nightgown on the ground and hastily put it on. She didn’t reach for the light switch, her cheeks still hot. The room wasn’t pitch black; moonlight shone through, bathing everything softly, except for the corner where the wicker chair was, conveniently in a dimly lit spot.
In the hallway, there was a slight sound of movement.
Next door, her room door wasn’t locked.
If Gao Wenlan came looking for her, whether she knocked or not, if she didn’t respond, Gao Wenlan would likely worry about an accident and would surely open the door.
After all, being in someone else’s house, it would be quite embarrassing if discovered.
Tang Li dared not delay any longer.
"I’ll be going then!" She said quickly and slipped through the half-open glass door.
Song Baiyan sat in the chair, thinking about the absurdity of just now, as well as his own unsettled body, and watching Tang Li’s sneaky departure, he felt somewhat amused.
The cigarette in his right hand had long burnt out.
In some respects, he was not a person open to romance and even could be called old-fashioned.
What happened tonight was beyond his imagination of the past thirty-two years.
Song Baiyan suddenly thought of a saying: it’s easy for a good student to be led astray if there’s a bad apple nearby. Now over the age of thirty, this bad apple once again appeared by his side, not like the many years before, already able to easily disturb his heart and mind.