Chapter 1230: His First Regret—Marrying Too Late

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1230: His First Regret—Marrying Too Late

Li Xiaoyun felt her face heat up from Zhao Dingli’s kiss, leaving her weakly nestled in his arms, unable to muster any strength.

In a daze, she vaguely sensed Zhao Dingli holding her, rapidly retreating.

With only a sliver of awareness remaining, Li Xiaoyun silently thought that Zhao Dingli’s actions were meant to lower her defenses and anxiety, weren’t they?

Living with Zhao Dingli really made her feel like her intelligence was constantly being highlighted as insufficient.

Always feeling like a fool.

This was Li Xiaoyun’s last thought.

Beyond that point, she couldn’t think of anything.

Zhao Dingli placed her on the bed, pressing her into his embrace.

Just as Ye Fei said, Li Xiaoyun didn’t even have time to consider whether she looked good or if her attire was appropriate.

Before she could react, Zhao Dingli had already made her dizzy.

The only thing Li Xiaoyun could remember was Zhao Dingli’s impressive endurance.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been kept up; she was exhausted, but Zhao Dingli seemed fine.

Zhao Dingli’s breath sounded so enticing by her ear.

His breath brushed her ear, neck, and shoulders.

Li Xiaoyun never knew that such closeness with a man could feel so wonderful.

It was as if she had merged with him, indistinguishable from each other.

It felt like part of him existed within her body.

Their compatibility was so perfect that Li Xiaoyun couldn’t help but hold Zhao Dingli tightly and cry.

Zhao Dingli hadn’t experienced this before either.

Seeing Li Xiaoyun crying, he panicked.

He quickly hugged her and soothed her, wiping her tears, "What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Did I do something wrong?" Zhao Dingli anxiously asked.

Li Xiaoyun shook her head.

In Zhao Dingli’s eyes, she looked so vulnerable.

"What grievances are you feeling?" Zhao Dingli tried hard to find a reason within himself, "Did... I not communicate with you properly and you feel I’m too hasty?"

"It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have done that," Zhao Dingli said.

"No," Li Xiaoyun interrupted, hearing him misunderstand further, she quickly spoke up.

"I don’t know how to say it," she confessed she had never felt this way before and didn’t know how to express it, "It’s not grievances, if anything, it’s akin to being touched?"

Li Xiaoyun sniffed, and at this moment, she really didn’t want to talk much.

One reason was she lacked the strength.

The other was an indescribable, intuitive feeling.

"Just feeling that being with you is wonderful," Li Xiaoyun nestled against Zhao Dingli’s chest, rubbing her cheek against his slightly sweaty skin.

Zhao Dingli breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he hadn’t done anything wrong or made Li Xiaoyun uncomfortable or annoyed.

"Then...," Zhao Dingli’s fingers softly grazed Li Xiaoyun’s shoulder blade, "You’re not mad?"

Li Xiaoyun lazily wished Zhao Dingli would stop talking and continue his actions.

"Mad about what?" She pondered, unable to find a reason to be angry.

So what was Zhao Dingli worried about?

"Nothing," Zhao Dingli exhaled.

It seemed Li Xiaoyun wasn’t dissatisfied with his approach tonight.

Tomorrow could continue.

Zhao Dingli looked down at the person in his arms.

Li Xiaoyun’s cheeks tinged with blush, even her nose was a little red.

Tired, her eyes half-closed, lashes wet from tears.

Zhao Dingli couldn’t help but bow his head and leave a gentle kiss on her half-closed eyes.

Tasting the faintly salty tears.

Then he kissed the tip of her reddened nose.

"Tired?" If not, he could carry on.

Li Xiaoyun quickly said, "Yes! Tomorrow I have to get up early for work."

Zhao Dingli wished he could grant Li Xiaoyun a day off to rest tomorrow.

However, he refrained.

If Li Xiaoyun wanted to, she would mention it.

Her silence meant she didn’t want to.

Zhao Dingli embraced Li Xiaoyun, "Alright, let’s sleep."

That night, with the unexpected turn of events, he carried Li Xiaoyun into the bedroom before she realized it.

So Li Xiaoyun’s belongings hadn’t been brought in.

For now, they were left as is.

As long as Li Xiaoyun was here, it was enough.

Zhao Dingli hugged her contentedly, tilted his cheek, and nuzzled her fluffy hair a few times, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Li Xiaoyun’s voice grew weaker.

Until it eventually fell silent.

Even after coffee, the fatigue from Zhao Dingli’s exertion couldn’t be resisted.

She fell asleep soundly.

Zhao Dingli lowered his gaze, under the gentle moonlight, watching Li Xiaoyun.

He closed his eyes as well.

Though his sleep was not yet deep.

Just the chance to indulge in the satisfaction of holding Li Xiaoyun while falling asleep.

In the deep quiet night, only Li Xiaoyun’s calm, soft breathing was beside him.

Zhao Dingli’s smile couldn’t fade.

He regretted marrying late for the first time.

If he had married young, it would have been better.

The current stamina indeed couldn’t compare to a few years ago.

Zhao Dingli sighed with regret.

How great it would have been to know Li Xiaoyun earlier.

Meeting her through Ye Fei now.

But if earlier, he had known Li Xiaoyun first, it wouldn’t have hindered Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei’s reunion.

Even Zhao Gushen could meet Ye Fei sooner.

Zhao Dingli regretfully looked down at the sleeping Li Xiaoyun.

She had worked at Ruishi for so long, why hadn’t she thought of expanding business to Changlin?

If earlier she expanded to Changlin, they could have met sooner.

With these regrets, Zhao Dingli fell asleep.

***

In the morning, Li Xiaoyun was woken by her phone alarm.

She was used to placing her phone by her pillow, reaching for it without opening her eyes.

So habitually, she extended her hand to grab her phone.

Unexpectedly, her hand felt restrained, tightly bound by something, weighed down until her chest felt constricted, her breath not smooth.

Still in a dream, Li Xiaoyun didn’t want to open her eyes.

But now, she had to wake up.

Li Xiaoyun opened her eyes, lids feeling heavy, wanting to rub them.

But she couldn’t move her arms, so she adjusted herself, eventually getting her eyes fully open.

The first sight was a broad chest.

Li Xiaoyun gasped, feeling breath on her forehead, tickling.

Gradually, memories of yesterday truly filled her mind.

She was married, registered.

Written with Zhao Dingli in the same household registration.

And last night with Zhao Dingli...