Chapter 1354 Encounter with Lin Ke'er (Extra)

The moment Ye Tianming turned around, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Lin Ke'er's call was like a fine needle, piercing his tense nerves unexpectedly.

It suddenly started raining and the air became a little cooler.

When he turned around, he saw her running towards him with red eyes, her skirt lifted into tiny wrinkles by the wind, and she looked like a white rose wet by a rainstorm, fragile yet stubborn.

"Don't leave, okay?"

When Lin Ke'er threw herself into his arms, Ye Tianming clearly felt the coldness of her fingertips and the uncontrollable trembling of her body.

His originally tense arms stiffened, and the restraint buried deep in his heart collapsed at this moment. His Adam's apple rolled over and swallowed the words that came to his lips, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh. His arms slowly tightened, locking the figure he had not seen for three years firmly in his arms.

"I..." Ye Tianming was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Ke'er's face that suddenly raised up. She tilted her head, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, but her eyes were burning with the courage of a desperate gamble.

The next second, soft lips pressed against the corner of his lips, with the bitter taste of coffee and the saltiness of tears, like a rainstorm that came three years late, instantly soaking Ye Tianming's reason.

He subconsciously deepened the kiss, and held his arms tighter, as if he wanted to rub the person in front of him into his bones and blood. Past scenes surged in his mind - her red eyes when she was forced to hold Feng Lingtian's hand three years ago, her hesitant look when they parted, and the tears that were about to fall on her eyelashes at this moment.

It turns out that those memories that he deliberately kept hidden have never really faded.

"Um..." Lin Ke'er whimpered softly, but she had no intention of pushing him away. Passersby gradually stopped walking, some took out their phones to take pictures of them, and whispers flooded over like a tide.

Ye Tianming suddenly came back to his senses, caught a glimpse of the flashing screen in the crowd, and suddenly loosened his hand, brushing the corners of her wet lips with his fingertips, his voice still hoarse:

"Don't do that, there are so many people watching."

Lin Ke'er seemed not to hear him, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him again. This time she kissed him urgently and hard, with a desperate determination: "I'm not afraid."

Her voice mixed in the gap between her lips and teeth, "Ye Tianming, I didn't have the courage three years ago, but now I don't want to hide anymore."

Ye Tianming's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and it felt sore and swollen. He looked at her red eyes, where his stunned face and undisguised deep affection were reflected.

The discussions around him gradually faded, and all he could clearly hear were the overlapping breathing of the two people and his own heartbeat like a drum.

“But you are a public figure.”

He tried to push her away, but his fingertips rubbed her hot cheek greedily.

"So what?" Lin Ke'er grabbed his wrist with surprising strength. "I am Lin Ke'er, and I also want to start over with you."

She suddenly raised her voice, as if she wanted everyone around her to hear it.

"The person I like has always been Ye Tianming."

There was a low exclamation from the crowd, and then some people started to applaud. Ye Tianming saw an old couple in the front row smiling at each other, and a girl with a ponytail holding a mobile phone, her eyes sparkling.

The raindrops fell gently, passing through the gaps between the sycamore leaves, casting tiny raindrops on Lin Keer's trembling eyelashes.

Her eyes were brighter than they had been three years ago.

"Get in the car, Tianming."

Lin Ke'er finally loosened her tightly pursed lips and took Ye Tianming's hand.

Ye Tianming's heart trembled slightly, and he squeezed it back tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again.

As the black Bentley drove smoothly away from the corner of the street, Ye Tianming looked at the crowd gradually moving away in the rearview mirror, the warmth of her palm still lingering on his fingertips.

"where are we going?"

He turned his head to look at Lin Ke'er who was driving.

The car finally stopped in front of the Platinum Hyatt Hotel.

……

The moment Lin Ke'er used the door card to open Room 1808, Ye Tianming suddenly realized something.

Champagne-colored wallpaper, white roses on the balcony, crystal vases on the coffee table, everything is ambiguous and beautiful...

"You..." He was about to speak when Lin Ke'er suddenly hugged him from behind, her cheek pressed against his back, and said in a muffled voice: "I know you may find it strange, but I always feel that some words are most appropriate to be said here."

Her breath carried the faint scent of gardenia. "Three years ago, I waited for you here three times, each time until the early morning."

Ye Tianming's body suddenly stiffened.

Ye Tianming turned around and saw that her eyes were red again. He reached out to wipe away her tears, and his fingertips touched a warm feeling: "I'm sorry, at that time..."

"I don't want to hear sorry." Lin Ke'er stood on tiptoe and kissed him. This time the kiss was as gentle as a feather brushing against the tip of the heart.

Her fingers trembled but were extremely firm as she unbuttoned his shirt.

When the cold fingertips touched his warm skin, Ye Tianming took a breath and suddenly picked her up sideways.

Lin Ke'er exclaimed, and subconsciously hugged his neck. Their eyes met at a distance, and she saw the emotions surging in his dark eyes, like the rising tide of the sea in the middle of the night. "Tianming..."

She whispered softly, her fingertips tracing the line of his tightly pursed lips.

Ye Tianming lowered his head and kissed her, from her forehead to the tip of her nose, and then to her trembling lips. The white roses on the balcony were swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight poured in through the French windows, casting overlapping shadows on the carpet.

As Lin Ke'er's dress slipped off her shoulders, she heard her accelerated heartbeat and his heavy breathing intertwined, like a love song that was three years late.

"Don't go away again."

She pleaded softly between kisses, her nails digging gently into his back.

Ye Tianming did not answer, but responded to her with a deeper kiss.

The corners of the curtains were lifted by the night wind, and the evening breeze with the scent of white roses rushed into the room, completely entwining the breaths of the two people.