Just as Bai Yaoyao was in deep thought while appreciating the scenery, someone hugged her from behind, and she fit perfectly into him.

Without even looking, Bai Yaoyao could tell that it was Duan Yanhao from his scent.

"You're done?"

"Yes. I missed you, so I came back earlier."

That day, Duan Yanhao left Bai Yaoyao at this villa, saying that it was his house and hoped that Bai Yaoyao could treat it as her own too.

Duan Yanhao told Bai Yaoyao to ignore everyone else. He would spend the new year with her.

Bai Yaoyao had strong feelings about the term 'home.'

She was always like a buoy, floating around without a place to sh.o.r.e on. She hoped for a home but was always unable to feel the warmth of it.

She had almost no relatives left. She sought after love, hoping that she could have a warm family afterwards. However, the love she shared with Xirong Ziye couldn't give her that.

Now that Duan Yanhao told her that this was her home, she was touched and swayed.

Because of the word 'home,' she would cry under her blankets silently at night. She didn't expect Duan Yanhao to be willing to give her the feeling of 'home.'

She did not dare to hope for it. Even now, when she and Duan Yanhao were together so naturally, her heart was still fragile.

Duan Yanhao knew about that. He understood her heart, which was riddled with holes and cracks, so he would treat her tenderly with care.

"You really missed me?" Bai Yaoyao raised her brows, revealing a teasing look.

Duan Yanhao tugged her arm. "You know about it."

As he said that, he turned her head around, gently caressing her lips before dipping his head down for a peck. "Did you miss me?"

Bai Yaoyao shook her head. "This was your house anyway, so you would definitely be back. I did not miss you."

Of course, Bai Yaoyao missed him, but women always said things they didn't mean. She didn't want to say that she missed him and led him to think that she was a woman who could not hold onto herself.

The moment he heard that Bai Yaoyao did not miss her, Duan Yanhao's brows furrowed together, and a dark gleam flickered in his deep eyes.

He grabbed both of Bai Yaoyao's arms instantly and pinned her to the table.

When Bai Yaoyao recovered from her trance, she almost couldn't breathe properly. Duan Yanhao was so close to her right now, so she could clearly see his beautiful features and the complicated light s.h.i.+ning in his eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually strict and indifferent, changed into a whirlpool of emotions that she couldn't escape from. His expression was stiff, but his eyes were gleaming.

Bai Yaoyao was breathless being pinned in this manner, but she tried her best to remain calm. "Duan Yanhao, I…"

Without giving Bai Yaoyao a chance to continue, Duan Yanhao swept in for a kiss in a hurricane-like manner.

Bai Yaoyao could only focus on her breathing and stared at Duan Yanhao with widened eyes. His eyes, which were usually so clear, were clouded over. The Duan Yanhao now was without the hard and stiff atmosphere a soldier carried, and instead, he was someone filled with intoxication, tugging at Bai Yaoyao's heartstrings.

This kiss, this one contact with Bai Yaoyao, allowed the emotions that he suppressed to surge to the surface all at once.

Like magma, once it spewed, it could no longer be stopped.

In the midst of the intense kiss, Bai Yaoyao's body slowly relaxed into it. Her vision clouded over as her mind blanked.

"Duan… Yan… Hao…" Bai Yaoyao uttered his name in her breathlessness.

Duan Yanhao hugged her tightly until there was no gap between them. He would let her feel his seriousness. He said in a low voice, "Yaoyao, call me Yanhao!"