During The Blizzard (Amidst A Snowstorm Of Love)

Canto 56: Under The Veil Of The Milky Galaxy

"A thousand lifetimes wouldn't be enough to show you how much I love you. But let me have forever to try." - Unknown

Translator: Wuxia Studio Editor: J.C Forester (Mrphysit)

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A suffocating heat bloomed in her chest, stealing her breath. Every touch of his, brings a desire within her heart, an emotion she didn't know, she longed for. Blushing furiously she stammered, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Yin Guo's breath hitched. Desire, a flickering flame, had been steadily growing for him, fueled by stolen glances and lingering touches. Now, with their situation spiraling out of control, that flame threatened to consume her.

"Do you want to?" Lin Yiyang's voice cut through the tension, a low murmur barely above a whisper.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo threatening to burst out of her chest. She wanted to answer, but the words wouldn't come.

"This position isn't exactly comfortable," he continued, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Not a good angle, you might get hurt."

A sudden groan ripped through the silence. The driver's seat shuddered violently, then began a slow, agonizing descent. With each tilt, Yin Guo felt a surge of exhilaration laced with fear. Stubbornly, she kept her chin pressed against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.

A rustle drew her attention. Lin Yiyang's fingers brushed against the zipper of her jacket, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine. The cool night air seeped in, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body, even through his thin shirt.

"Come on," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Climb over to the back."

Using a combination of hands and feet, Yin Guo scrambled across the reclining seat. As she settled in the back, she heard the reassuring click of the front seats snapping back into place. Lin Yiyang emerged from the car, disappearing around to the back. The muffled thump of the trunk opening echoed in the night.

Yin Guo's lips parted, a protest forming on her tongue. She'd bought snacks too, hadn't she? But then she stopped. Lin Yiyang, ever meticulous, wouldn't have been caught unprepared. She sank back into the leather seat, a silent observer waiting for his next move.

The metallic clang of the trunk shutting echoed in the stillness. A click followed, the deadbolt securing their seclusion. Lin Yiyang clambered into the back, a dark silhouette framed by the open doorway. In his hand, a white rectangle gleamed faintly like a bath towel, intended as padding for the worn leather.

He settled in quietly, his presence a tangible weight in the confined space. Yin Guo felt a prickle crawl up her neck as his warm breath tickled her sensitive skin.

"I'm incredibly ticklish," she managed in a breathless whisper, "Can I...laugh?"

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "No, I'm afraid not," he murmured, his voice husky. "More likely to cry, wouldn't you say?"

Their conversation, initially hesitant, sputtered out entirely. A blush bloomed across Yin Guo's face, a tide of heat rising up her neck. The world seemed to shrink, her focus narrowing to the man before her.

Lin Yiyang, despite his meticulous planning, appeared to struggle with the intensity of the moment. His lips were bitten raw, a testament to his suppressed emotions. He lunged forward, only to be met with Yin Guo's resistance.