vstars Chapter 1373: Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone
Chapter 1373: Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone
The rain was still falling obliquely outside the window, and the soft light in the entertainment room of the Lin family villa enveloped the two people embracing.
Lin Lang gently lifted Zhou Mengyao's chin, his eyes filled with tender affection, and lowered his head to kiss her.
The kiss was light, with a touch of gentle dominance, and gradually warmed by each other's temperature, becoming deep and focused, as if everything around us had become a blurred background, leaving only the softness between our lips and the resonance of our heartbeats.
Zhou Mengyao tiptoed slightly, wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes to feel the calm and throbbing sensation, and a beautiful blush rose on her cheeks.
Lin Lang's kiss was as gentle as a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, carrying the warmth from his palm, slowly spreading across the corners of the lips, tinged with the warmth of each other's breath.
He gently cradled Zhou Mengyao's neck, his deep kiss devoid of any haste, filled only with a lingering tenderness and affection, as if he wanted to weave all the years of companionship and longing into this lingering touch.
Zhou Mengyao's eyelashes trembled gently, like the wings of a butterfly. The cool scent of Lin Lang lingered around her nose, mingling with the warm air in the room, causing a soft ripple to spread through her heart.
She turned her head slightly, responding to this tenderness, and passionately kissed Lin Lang back.
She lingered in Lin Lang's gentle embrace, as if time had slowed down at that moment, leaving only the light in their eyes and the warmth on their lips.
Lin Lang stepped back slightly, his gaze falling on Zhou Mengyao's luscious red lips, which still carried the lingering warmth of their previous kiss.
He raised his hand to brush away a strand of hair that had been ruffled by Zhou Mengyao's breath from her cheek, his fingertips gently tracing her burning earlobe, and said softly:
"Honey, you're so beautiful! I can't get enough of looking at you."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mengyao blushed and laughed out loud: "You haven't changed at all over the years. All you do is sweet talk and say nice things to coax me."
"Haha... Silly wife, this is just my unwavering devotion to you."
Zhou Mengyao felt a sweet warmth in her heart after hearing this, but she scolded playfully, "Nonsense! If you were always the same to me, you wouldn't have married so many concubines!"
Feeling a little guilty, Lin Lang lowered his head again and kissed Zhou Mengyao's sweet, soft red lips once more.
This kiss was lighter, like snowflakes kissing plum blossoms, carrying a carefully cherished feeling.
Zhou Mengyao's breath hitched slightly, as if her eyelashes were covered in shimmering warm light. She subconsciously tightened her arms and pressed her cheeks closer to Lin Lang's neck, where she could hear his pulse, steady as a promise of time.
She leaned completely into Lin Lang's arms, so dependent on him, overflowing with happiness.
Lin Lang's kiss traveled from the corner of Zhou Mengyao's lips to her brow, then gently landed on her trembling eyelashes, as if to transform all the unspoken feelings into this silent touch.
Zhou Mengyao took the initiative to tiptoe and kiss Lin Lang's lips, immersing herself in the kiss she returned to the man she loved to the core.
The sound of rain outside the window became the gentlest background noise, and the lamplight cast a soft halo on the two intertwined figures. Even the dust floating in the air seemed to carry a sweet warmth.
Zhou Mengyao's dreamy and affectionate gaze met Lin Lang's starry eyes, where only her reflection could be seen. She couldn't help but deepen the kiss, responding to this life-or-death affection.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Pan Xiaoting and Bai Xiaowei walked in, chatting and laughing.
Pan Xiaoting said, "Xiaowei, while Can'er has just finished drinking her milk and fallen asleep, I'll teach you how to play a few rounds of billiards," when she stumbled upon this scene. The two of them immediately stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh—" Pan Xiaoting deliberately dragged out the word, her tone full of teasing, "So you're too lazy to go back to your room, so you're just going to start eating right here?"
Bai Xiaowei laughed and added, "Luckily it was just the two of us who came in. If the children had seen us, they would probably have covered their eyes and cried, 'Father, you're so shameful!'"
Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao separated abruptly, which was somewhat awkward.
Zhou Mengyao's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple, and she shyly hid behind Lin Lang.
Lin Lang coughed lightly, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness at being disturbed, but also an undisguised smile. He gestured with his chin at the two of them: "You two certainly know how to pick your time."
Pan Xiaoting raised an eyebrow: "Who told you two to kiss instead of going back to the bedroom? We just 'accidentally' wandered in; it was purely by chance."
As she spoke, she winked at Zhou Mengyao, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
Bai Xiaowei covered her mouth and laughed, "Okay, Xiaoting, you've made Mengyao blush!"
Pan Xiaoting deliberately smiled mischievously and said, "Don't try to pin any accusations on me. Mengyao blushed because her scumbag husband kissed her, it has nothing to do with me."
Zhou Mengyao's ears turned bright red as she listened to Pan Xiaoting and Bai Xiaowei's banter. She peeked out from behind Lin Lang and gave Pan Xiaoting an embarrassed look.
Then, she reached out and gently punched Lin Lang's shoulder with her small fist, the force as light as a cotton ball, but her tone was slightly reproachful: "It's all your fault! Look, they made fun of you!"
Lin Lang took Zhou Mengyao's hand and pulled it into his palm, laughing as he defended himself: "It was clearly because you were too engrossed in the kiss that I couldn't bear to push you away."
"You still dare to talk!" Zhou Mengyao's cheeks burned even hotter.
She raised her other hand and gently pinched Lin Lang's arm, but there was no real anger in her eyes; instead, there seemed to be a shy smile hidden in them.
Pan Xiaoting watched with amusement, deliberately winking at Bai Xiaowei: "Listen to this, you're blaming us now? So we're the villains who broke up the couple?"
Bai Xiaowei chimed in with a laugh, "Exactly! We came in just to play some billiards, but it's like we've stumbled upon some huge secret. Why don't we go out first and come back in after they've 'kissed enough'?"
"No, no, no! If you want to play pool, then play. Lin Lang and I are here to play pool too." Zhou Mengyao quickly waved her hand, stepped out from behind Lin Lang, tidied her slightly messy hair, and tried to look calm.
Lin Lang looked at Zhou Mengyao's forced composure, his smile deepening. He reached out and gently brushed a stray hair from her forehead, his voice softening:
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Since they're here to play, the three of you can play a few games, and I'll be the referee."
Zhou Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief and secretly glared at Lin Lang. Her eyes held a hint of "it's all your fault" in them, but when she met the tenderness in his eyes, she softened and couldn't help but smile faintly.
Pan Xiaoting had already picked up her golf club, wiping the tip with chalk, and jokingly said with a smile:
"Alright, then we must ask Referee Lin to be fair and impartial. Don't let him deliberately blow the whistle unfairly just because we caught him doing it."
"Don't worry," Lin Lang said casually, "I'm the fairest referee, but you're the Queen of Nine-Ball, so you can't bully Mengyao and Xiaowei."
Zhou Mengyao burst out laughing, her earlier shyness largely dissipating.
She looked up at Pan Xiaoting and said, "That's right. Back when I was learning to play billiards from you, you always complained about my posture."
"Hey, that's spot on!" Pan Xiaoting immediately perked up and got into position. "Let me test whether your skills have improved today!"
Bai Xiaowei also picked up the cue stick and said shyly with a smile, "Xiaoting, you have to teach me more."
Lin Lang approached Bai Xiaowei and said, "Let Xiaoting and Mengyao play a few rounds, and your husband will teach you how to play billiards."
"Okay!" Bai Xiaowei giggled.
The atmosphere in the recreation room warmed up again, and the little incident turned into more lighthearted jokes. The rain outside the window continued to patter, but the room was filled with the warmth of laughter.
To ease the awkwardness, Zhou Mengyao played billiards with Pan Xiaoting. The crisp sound of the billiard balls hitting each other rang out from time to time, mixed with their laughter, like a gentle little tune of life.
Lin Lang walked behind Bai Xiaowei, gently placing his warm palm on her hand holding the golf club, his fingertips adjusting her posture with just the right amount of pressure.
"Xiaowei, raise your elbows higher, like this, naturally. Yes, relax your shoulders, don't stiffen them."
His voice, falling through her hair, reached Bai Xiaowei's ear with a low, magnetic quality, like a feather gently brushing against her heart.
Bai Xiaowei subconsciously followed Lin Lang's guidance and adjusted her movements. The cool scent emanating from him lingered around her nose, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.
"Honey, is this...right?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible shyness.
"That's about it," Lin Lang explained patiently.
"When adding spin, you should rotate your wrist slightly, like this, slightly to the right. This will cause the cue ball to spin after impact, making it easier to control its position."
He held her hand and gently demonstrated, the cue drawing a soft arc on the table.
"Xiao Wei, feel the force. Don't rush it. You need to use even force, like breathing."
Guided by Lin Lang, the white ball was steadily launched and accurately struck the target ball, which went into the pocket. The white ball also stopped at the perfect position along the expected path.
"Wow! It's in!" Bai Xiaowei's eyes widened in surprise, and when she turned to look at Lin Lang, her eyes sparkled.
"Honey, you're so amazing!"
Lin Lang released his grip, took a half-step back, and looked at Bai Xiaowei with a smile in his eyes: "You learn quickly. Let's try again, see if you can do it yourself?"
Bai Xiaowei took a deep breath and tried to set up her cue stick in the same position as before, but just as she was about to exert force with her wrist, she hesitated and stopped, turning her head to look at Lin Lang:
"Honey, I'm a bit clumsy, I still don't seem to know how to control the spin..."
Lin Lang approached again, this time without making a move. Instead, he bent down and whispered in Bai Xiaowei's ear, his voice even softer:
"Imagine there's a dot on the white ball. To make it spin in a certain direction, gently 'touch' that dot with the clubhead. When you apply force, don't let your wrist shake; just follow your instincts."
His breath brushed against Bai Xiaowei's earlobe, carrying a faint warmth. Bai Xiaowei couldn't help but shrink her neck, and a light blush rose on her face.
She steadied herself and aimed again.
This time her wrist was much steadyer. The white ball, with a slight spin, collided with the red ball, which rolled past the edge of the cushion towards the pocket. Although it missed by a hair's breadth, it was still a significant improvement over the previous shot.
"Just a little bit more!" Bai Xiaowei pouted in frustration, then turned to look at Lin Lang, only to see him smiling at her with encouraging eyes.
"Xiaowei, you've done a great job. To play like this on your first try is much better than when Mengyao first started learning billiards."
Zhou Mengyao, who had just finished her shot, overheard this and smiled, raising her club.
"Hey honey, don't be biased! I was quick to understand back then!"
Pan Xiaoting chimed in with a laugh, "Come on, Mengyao, you pocketed the cue ball more times than you potted the object ball back in the day."
"Ugh, Xiaoting, if you keep undermining me, I'm not playing with you anymore," Zhou Mengyao pouted.
Pan Xiaoting quickly smiled and corrected herself: "Okay, okay, you grasped the game of billiards very quickly, and your cueing technique is smoother than a motorcycle drift!"
"Hmph...that's more like it." Zhou Mengyao playfully raised her chin, displaying a hint of the spoiled arrogance of a fourth-generation rich heiress from Shanghai.
Amidst their laughter and conversation, Bai Xiaowei, under Lin Lang's guidance, played a few more rounds and gradually found her rhythm.
Lin Lang would occasionally reach out to help Bai Xiaowei adjust her grip on the club.
Or, when she bends over, gently support her waist to prevent her from losing her balance. Every movement is natural and intimate, carrying a subtle tenderness.
"Honey, why does the ball sometimes go astray even when I've clearly aimed it?"
Bai Xiaowei looked up at him and asked, her eyelashes long, like two small fans.
Lin Lang picked up a ball and placed it on the table, gently tapping it with the cue tip, explaining:
"Because the ball is affected by the resistance of the table fabric when it rolls, you need to leave a little bit of lead when aiming, like this..."
He explained and demonstrated as he spoke, affectionately instructing Bai Xiaowei on how to play billiards. The two looked at each other sweetly, their eyes revealing a sweetness that only they could understand.