Thunderous Surprise

Tang Qing walked into the room and gently locked the door. This place was familiar, as she had previously quarreled with Yan Yan. Yan often came to this room alone, waiting for Tang Qing to coax him. Usually, if Tang Qing kissed him and said a few comforting words, Yan Yan would immediately stop being angry, and then they would embrace and fall asleep.

Tang Qing couldn't help but sigh. They had been so in love in the past. If she hadn't understood Yan Yan's true nature, Tang Qing felt she would still have feelings for him.

Walking to the bathroom, Tang Qing immersed herself in the oversized bathtub, deep in thought. "Forget it, let's go to bed early," she murmured, quickly bathing and slipping into the covers.

On the other side, Yan Yan was also taking a bath. The cold water cascaded down his body from head to toe, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart. He recalled Tang Qing's tender embrace and soothing words just now, "Qingqing, mmm~" Involuntarily, his hand reached down to the sensitive area. Closing his eyes, he imagined Tang Qing's image before him. As he was about to reach the peak, Yan Yan pressed his cheek against the wall, letting out a few muffled grunts. The increasing speed of his hand and the moans escaping his lips revealed his pleasure. Afterward, Yan Yan looked at the evidence in his hand and couldn't help but blush. He washed it away with water, walked out of the bathroom with a flushed face, and tossed and turned on the bed several times, but still couldn't fall asleep.

It was the middle of the night that sent shivers down the spine. The loud rumbles of thunder had jolted Tang Qing awake from a deep slumber. Rubbing her eyes, she rose from her bed and went to the kitchen, pouring herself a refreshing glass of water.

As she sipped the cool liquid, the booming sounds continued to echo through the hallway. Tang Qing couldn't help but worry about Yan Yan. Ever since she had lived in Yan Yan'a's apartment, she had grown increasingly concerned about him.

Yan Yan had always been a sensitive soul, easily startled by the dramatic shifts in nature. Tang Qing remembered how, back in their younger days, Yan Yan would come hurrying into her room whenever a storm rolled in, seeking the comfort and security of her presence. Those were the days when their bond was unbreakable and inseparable.

But now, with the unspoken tension and distance that had grown between them, Tang Qing was unsure of how to approach Yan Yan. Would he still welcome her intrusion or recoil at her touch? The uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind as she stood at the threshold of Yan Yan's room, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

"Should I go and check on him?" Tang Qing pondered, her heart racing with concern and apprehension. "Or should I just let him be and hope he can weather the storm alone?"

After a brief internal debate, Tang Qing made up her mind. She couldn't simply ignore Yan Yan when she knew how easily he could be unsettled by such tumultuous weather. With a deep breath, she gently turned the knob and peered inside.

The room was dimly lit, except for the occasional lightning flashes that illuminated the space. Yan was curled up on his bed, his eyes wide and his body trembling. Tang Qing's heart ached at the sight, and she couldn't resist the urge to comfort him.

"Yan Yan," she said softly, "are you alright?"

At the sound of her voice, Yan Yan's head snapped up, and before Tang Qing could react, he had launched himself into her arms, clinging to her like a lifeline.

"Qingqing, I'm scared," he whimpered, his voice shaky and laced with fear.

At this moment, Yan Yan needed her, and she was determined to be there for him, just as she had always been.

Wrapping her arms around him, Tang Qing whispered soothing words of comfort, gently rocking him back and forth.

"Shh, it's okay, Yan Yan. I'm here. You're safe," she murmured, her fingers tenderly stroking his hair.

Yan Yan's grip on her tightened, and Tang Qing could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. She knew he took solace in her presence, just as she did in his.

"I'm not going anywhere, Yan Yan," Tang Qing reassured him. "I'll stay with you until the storm passes."

Reluctantly, Yan Yan pulled away, his eyes red-rimmed from the tears he had shed. Tang Qing couldn't help but notice the lingering traces of the burn on his skin, a painful reminder of the incident that had driven a wedge between them.

"Qingqing, I..." Yan Yan began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tang Qing placed a gentle finger on his lips, silencing him.

"Let's focus on getting you through this storm, okay?"

Yan nodded, his gaze downcast, and Tang Qing gently guided him back to the bed, helping him settle into the soft, plush mattress.

As the thunder continued to rumble outside, Tang Qing sat by Yan Yan's side, holding his hand and humming a soothing melody. She could feel the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a familiar sense of comfort and belonging.

"Qingqing, please don't leave," Yan Yan whispered, his eyes pleading.

Tang Qing smiled reassuringly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"I won't, Yan Yan. I'll be right here."

Time seemed to stand still as they sat together, the storm raging outside, but their little haven remained untouched. Tang Qing couldn't help but marvel at how easily they had fallen back into their old routine as if the distance and pain between them had never existed.

As the night wore on, Yan Yan's eyelids grew heavy, and eventually, he drifted off to sleep, the tension in his body finally giving way to the tranquility of slumber. Tang Qing watched over him.

She knew that they would have to confront the unresolved issues that had driven them apart, but at this moment, all that mattered was Yan Yan's well-being. She would be there for him, no matter what, just as she had always been.

Tang Qing carefully adjusted the blanket, ensuring that Yan Yan was warm and comfortable. She leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss on his forehead, a gesture that she had long since abandoned but one that now felt more natural than ever.

As she returned to her room, Tang Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within her. Maybe, just maybe, this storm would be the catalyst they needed to rebuild the bridges that had crumbled between them.

The following morning, Yan Yan awoke to the soft, golden rays of the sun filtering through his window. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a sense of peace and contentment. The storm had passed, and with it, the lingering shadows haunted his dreams.

Stretching his limbs, Yan Yan couldn't help but marvel at the tranquility that surrounded him. As he reached for his phone, a realization dawned on him – Tang Qing had stayed with him throughout the night despite the tension that had grown between them.

A surge of gratitude and affection rose within him, and before he could overthink it, Yan was out of bed and making his way to Tang Qing's room. He paused at the door, his heart pounding, before finally mustering the courage to knock.

Tang Qing, who had been lost in her thoughts, was startled at the sound. She rose from her chair and opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Yan Yan.

"Yan Yan," she breathed, her voice tinged with uncertainty and hope.

"Qingqing," Yan Yan replied, his gaze both earnest and vulnerable. "Thank you for last night. I... I don't know what I would've done without you."

Tang Qing felt a lump forming in her throat, and she had to blink back the tears that threatened to spill.

"That's not a big deal; I know you are scared," she said softly, her hand reaching out to gently rest on his arm.

Yan Yan's eyes flickered down to her touch, and he felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest. It had been so long since they had shared a moment like this, and he couldn't help but revel in the comfort it brought.

"Qingqing, I..." Yan Yan began, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Tang Qing raised her hand, silencing him.

"Shhh, Yan Yan. It's okay," she said, her eyes meeting his with a reassuring gaze. "

"It's time for me to go to work now. Could you send me to the office?" Tang Qing said. "Maybe I will prepare some food for you first."Yan Yan doubted that Tang Qing could be hungry. "Ok, thanks." Unlike yesterday, Tang Qing remained cool to Yan Yan now.