Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Recalling the scene from that night, Xu An'an felt somewhat dazed.

Time really can change a lot of things.

At that time, she was still angry with Yan Heng because of her pride, suspected that Yan Heng's feelings were just a momentary impulse, and firmly believed that she could never accept him.

But now they have become this kind of relationship.

What kind of relationship?

Xu An'an suddenly remembered that she and Yan Heng had not yet clearly confirmed any relationship.

Previously, she lacked the confidence to make any promises to Yan Heng because she hadn't gotten a divorce yet, but now the cooling-off period is mostly over, and she can get the divorce certificate in another week.

She stopped and turned to look at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng, puzzled, raised an eyebrow and looked back.

"Yan Heng, I have something to tell you."

The early winter sea breeze was a bit chilly.

"What did you say?"

Yan Heng reached out and tucked the scarf around Xu An'an's neck, as if he wanted to wrap her entire face in the fluffy scarf, leaving only her doe-like eyes showing.

Struggling to free his mouth from that fuzzy mass, Xu An comforted Yan Heng's hand.

Yan Heng's hands were large and hot.

The joints are clearly defined.

Xu An'an blushed instantly when she subconsciously thought of what Yan Heng had done to her with this hand.

During this period, she and Yan Heng have been very busy and haven't had time to be intimate for a long time.

She had previously complained that Yan Heng was asking for too much, but now, just the feel of this hand was enough to make her daydream and lose control of herself.

That's so sinful.

She quickly released his hand, turned around, and faced away from Yan Heng.

Yan Heng was taken aback, not understanding what was wrong with her. He leaned over from behind to look at Xu An'an's face.

A warm breath brushed against my ear, especially noticeable in the dry, cold air.

Xu An'an became even more agitated.

She shrank her neck, trying to clear her mind of those lewd thoughts, turned around, and pulled Yan Heng a few steps away.

This time, they pulled on the wrist.

Yan Heng was confused and let her lead him until they stopped in front of a plastic chair in the camping area.

"Sit down."

Xu An'an pointed at the chair, her voice somewhat unnatural, sounding like a command, or perhaps a reckless act born of desperation.

Yan Heng did as she was told, then looked up at her with raised eyebrows.

He was very curious about what Xu An'an was up to.

However, the next second, he was stunned.

Xu An'an knelt down on one knee.

Yan Heng immediately raised his hand to help, but Xu An'an stopped him with a look.

"Sit there and don't move."

Yan Heng frowned, but since Xu An'an only wanted to lean in front of him, he didn't stop her. He simply took her bare hands and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Have you forgotten?" Xu An'an turned her head away and mumbled, "You were like this that night too."

Actually, they are different.

On the day of his confession, Yan Heng knelt on one knee in front of Xu An'an. But considering it was winter and the ground was too cold, Xu An'an simplified the process and made him squat.

In short, as long as the meaning is conveyed, that's fine.

While Yan Heng was still in a daze, Xu An'an continued.

"You said so much that night..." Thinking of what Yan Heng said that night, Xu An'an still felt heartache. "But I didn't give you any response at the time, and I even kicked you."

They both laughed when this was mentioned.

After laughing, Xu An'an relaxed. She leaned on Yan Heng's knees and looked up into his eyes: "You must have been very sad that day..."

Hearing Xu An'an ask this question, Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed.

He scooped Xu An'an up and held her on his lap: "The ground is too cold."

Few people visit the beach in winter, so my fellow film crew members were singing and dancing in the villa.

It was so dark that Xu An'an felt no one would see them, so she let Yan Heng hold her and shifted to find a more comfortable position.

"You know what?" Xu An'an leaned on Yan Heng's shoulder and murmured, "I was terrified at the time."

"What are you afraid of?"

I'm afraid of falling in love with you.

Yan Heng paused for a moment: "...Why?"

"Because you're so wonderful." Xu An'an had drunk a little earlier, and now, leaning against Yan Heng, feeling warm and cozy, the effects of the alcohol were starting to rise, creating a comfortable, slightly tipsy state. "Back then, I actually already liked you, but we were too different. You were young, handsome, and so rich. As for me, although I am indeed very beautiful... I am, after all, several years older than you, and I've been through a marriage—"

Before Xu An'an could finish speaking, Yan Heng interrupted her with a frown: "Why would you think that?"

"That's true," Xu An'an smiled, "but I don't think so anymore."

"What do you think now?" Yan Heng tightened his grip on her waist.

"Right now... all I want to ask you is," Xu An'an propped herself up against his chest, looked at him, and blinked, "Yan Heng, do you want to be with me?"

The night was deep, and the inky sea churned with tiny waves, swallowing up all the glimmer of light. Between heaven and earth, only Xu An'an's eyes shone brightly.

Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed: "Which kind of couple?"

I didn't expect him to ask that: "What other kinds of couples are there?"

Explain it more clearly.

Capricorns are really competitive, Xu An'an was speechless.

She thought for a moment, cleared her throat, and said in a measured tone, "Mr. Yan, would you be willing to engage in a mutually agreeable and equal romantic relationship with me?"

Yan Heng looked at her: "I don't want to."

"?"

Xu An'an was stunned, never expecting Yan Heng to answer with those three words.

Why... does Yan Heng not like her anymore?

Or did Yan Heng really take to heart what Xu An'an just said?

isn't it...

Xu An'an was still feeling uneasy when Yan Heng continued:

"I want to start a lifelong partnership with you, one that will last a lifetime and never end."

His voice was steady, and his dark eyes were deep as he spoke, his gaze almost tangible, like layers of impenetrable nets that locked Xu An'an inside.

"Xu An'an, I don't want to date you, I want to be with you forever."

Xu An'an was completely stunned.

Looking at the person opposite him in disbelief—Yan Heng… Was this a marriage proposal?

But isn't this too early? She hasn't even received her divorce certificate yet...

Furthermore, they haven't officially established a romantic relationship yet. Although she's been happy spending time with Yan Heng and they're both very familiar with each other's lifestyles, marriage involves much more than just these considerations...

No matter what, a normal person wouldn't propose at a time like this.

But Yan Heng was clearly not a normal person.

"If we're together, we'll never be apart." Yan Heng cupped her face, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone, his gaze heavy and pressing down. "Xu An'an, are you willing?"

Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat.

She looked into those eyes and felt as if she were being sucked in, completely unable to move.

The warmth of his palm seeped through her skin, burning hot, as if it would melt away her reason.

All the realities I had just imagined in my mind vanished in an instant.

The effects of the alcohol surged in my head in waves, making me dizzy and unable to distinguish whether it was the alcohol or something else.

As if possessed, she spoke:

"……good."

Only after she finished speaking did Xu An'an realize what she had agreed to.

But Yan Heng didn't give her any chance to back out.

He held the back of her head and kissed her.

With domineering lips and tongue, Xu An'an had no chance to speak again.

In the deep darkness of night, the waves crashed against the shore.

It seemed that no one would notice the two intertwined figures.

At the same time, they also failed to notice a camera not far away.