A Love Story Over Rice and Soup

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. He leaned his head close to hers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of her hair, intoxicating him. Tang Yan shifted slightly, turning to face Liang Youfan in his arms. She opened her bleary eyes. “Youfan?” She rubbed her eyes. “Am I dreaming?” Liang Youfan stroked her cheek with his palm. “Darling, it’s me. You’re not dreaming.” Tang Yan touched Liang Youfan’s cheek, then his eyebrows, nose, and mouth. She threw herself into his arms, gently embracing him just as he held her. His chest was as warm as his palm. It was him, without a doubt. “How did you get here?” Tang Yan nestled closer to Liang Youfan. Liang Youfan stroked her hair. “I missed you.” “Youfan...” “Hmm?” “I missed you so much, too.” Liang Youfan kissed Tang Yan on the forehead. “Are you cold?” “Not now that you’re here.” Tang Yan smiled softly in his arms. Liang Youfan looked at her dimples and couldn’t resist kissing her. Liang Youfan’s own dimples appeared. Tang Yan lifted her face and gave him a gentle kiss in return. “Good night.” Tang Yan looked peaceful. Liang Youfan lowered his head slightly and kissed her lips. In Liang Youfan’s arms, Tang Yan felt the intensity of his kiss, tender yet passionate, and her cheeks flushed red. After a long while, Liang Youfan finally drew a deep breath. “Good night.” Tang Yan, do you know that kissing you is like tasting all the softness and sweetness in the world? Liang Youfan, do you know that when you hold me, my nights are free of nightmares? Dedicated to “Little Devil”