In recent summer, it has gotten brighter earlier than usual, with the pale sky mixed with orange and yellow rising from one end. The sun shines through the gap between the two sides of the floor-to-ceiling curtains and onto the man's broad back.
It wasn't until early morning that Yun Xiao was willing to let go of the man beneath him. He was like a child begging for candy, asking for the taste of Tang Ling's body over and over again. I would wake him up after less than two hours of sleep, over and over again.
They hadn't slept together, at least last night he confirmed that.
Yun Xiao put on her pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed. She turned her head and looked back at Tang Ling, whose closed eyes were red and she looked very good as she slept soundly.
He raised his hand and gently touched his dry lips, stared at it for a long time, and finally lowered his head to cover her, kissing her gently.
This was the second time he kissed Tang Ling.
After not staying long, Yun Xiao got up and was about to go back to the room, but he kicked something small. He lowered his head, and a dark blue brocade box rested at his feet.
He lowered his body and picked up the small brocade box. He recognized this manufacturer just by looking at its appearance. The unique silver trim of Zuo's jewelry was in the center of the brocade box. Open it and there is a pair of cufflinks inside.
The patterns inside were very familiar. Yun Xiao walked to the window near the desk and stopped. The red and pink flowers were particularly golden in the sunlight.
The cufflink pattern Zonai gave him and the flowers he planted himself were both tulips.
Yun Xiao threw his cufflinks on the desk and left his room without saying a word.
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The rumbling sound lingered in the bedroom, and the naked man frowned and woke up, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart.
He got up and went outside and saw Xiang Chen directing something.
When Tang Ling walked back to the garden, he saw a small bulldozer pressing down the tulips he had planted one by one, and several workers were cutting the branches there.
"Xiang Chen! Tell them to stop!" Tang Ling ignored the pain in his body and rushed over like crazy to stop the workers.
Xiang Chen shook his head and said, "Young Master Tang, this is what President Yun ordered. He said that what he hates most are flowers, and he doesn't want to see any flowers in the imperial garden again."
No matter how much Tang Ling tried to stop him, they just didn't want to stop.
"No, these are flowers for him... These are all for him..." Tang Ling knelt in the flowers and muttered to himself, and stuffed the broken branches into the soil again.
Xiang Chen looked on with displeasure, but still asked the workers to take away the flowers.
How could Mr. Yun let Mr. Zonai keep the flowers in the garden
The workers and the bulldozers disappeared into the imperial garden in less than half an hour. Xiang Chen reported back to Yunshi after finishing his work, leaving Tang Ling still in the messy land.
He took off his shirt, picked up the petals that had not been collected and put them in the soil. After being exposed to the sun, he retrieved a small handful of petals.
They are still all broken flowers.
Yun Xiao was still angry with him, trying every possible means to torment him, but it was useless for him to do anything now.
But these flowers were planted when they first lived together. Three years later, Yun Xiao wants to erase them all without leaving a trace. Have you ever thought about his feelings
No, never.
Tang Ling took the petals back to the room and put the clothes on the desk. The small brocade box happened to be there too.
Yun Xiao doesn't like flowers, so he can't give this gift.
He turned to the bed, squatted down and pulled up the sheets hanging on the carpet. The gift boxes of various sizes inside were covered with a thin layer of dust.
He gave away all the birthday gifts before he turned seventeen, and all the gifts since Yun Xiao returned to China are piled up here. He didn't even send out the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen.
Tang Ling took out a new gift box, put the small brocade box and the petals in it, and put it back under the bed.