Chapter 254

After the Rain (22)

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Aristine slowly opened her eyes, feeling warm.

The wool rug felt soft on her chest where she lay down. And pressed against her bare back was Tarkan’s thick chest.

Her arms were woven with Tarkan’s arms from where she could see. And Tarkan was hugging tightly to himself.

Their overlapping bodies felt hot.

Aristine tried to move away then gave up.

Every inch of her body felt stiff and rattly.

That was only natural.

Aristine’s cheeks flushed red when she remembered last night.

‘I don’t think I’ve done that position in my life...’

Was it because such a thought crossed her mind? It felt as if something was revealing its presence against her body, staying motionless.

‘...No, not as if, it’s actually there.’

“Tarkan.”

Aristine called Tarkan in a disgruntled tone.

Her voice was hoarse. And it wasn’t just because she just woke up from sleep.

“You’re up?”

Tarkan asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a kiss on her temple.

Seeing him feign ignorance, Aristine turned her head to the side and glared at him.

“I’m serious, no more.”

“You said that so many times last night, but you ended up liking it.”

She had nothing to say to that because it was true.

Aristine stubbornly pursed her lips and spat out, “Well, this time it’s real.”

Tarkan burst out laughing and kissed her shoulder.

He didn’t plan on bothering Aristine anymore either. His desire was still there but this feeling would probably never go away. Even if he filled it up, it was a well that would never get full.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

Aristine spun around to face him.

As soon as she stretched her arms, he took her into his embrace.

“So, how do you feel seeing your first love again?” Aristine looked slightly mischievous as she asked.

Tarkan chuckled. “What do you think?”

Aristine blushed as he hugged her deeper. The mischievous look on her face instantly disappeared.

“Wait, we really can’t. I’m so tired. In there, you know...”

“This should show you my feeling about our reunion, right?”

“Okay, I got it...”

At that declaration of surrender, Tarkan smiled and pulled away. He was joking but slight regret remained on his face.

Aristine pursed her lips and pushed his shoulder.

“I have been looking for you for so long.” Tarkan spoke sighingly and hugged her.

It broke her heart to think of how lonely he must have been.

“What did you want to do when you met me again?”

“I wanted to ask you for your name.”

At that, Aristine laughed. “My name is Aristine. What’s yours?”

“Tarkan.”

“You can call me Rineh, Khan.”

Khan.

The moment Aristine said those words, Tarkan’s eyes shook slightly.

And the next moment, he swallowed Aristine’s lips.

Aristine gladly welcomed him and hugged him tighter.

After a long kiss, they pressed their foreheads together.

“Rineh.”

“Khan.”

It was just a pet name but why did it feel so fulfilling?

Tarkan was baffled. But despite the absurdity, a smile was on his lips.

Aristine smiled back at him, then something caught her eye.

There was something strange about the tent ceiling which was dropping to the side.

“Hey, let me ask.”

“Mn.”

Aristine studied the ceiling with a face that said, ‘it can’t be.’

“The ceiling of the tent looks a little odd... is it just my imagination? It kind of looks like it’s tilting to one side...”

Her voice trailed off.

The bed had already collapsed.

The camp bed could not withstand all the movement and collapsed.

Tarkan personally proved his words, ‘I have never tried it, but I can break it if I try.’

Things were so hectic yesterday, and Aristine was so swept away, that she just continued what she was doing regardless of whether the bed collapsed.

Furthermore, the floor of the tent was covered with luxurious carpets, and when the bed collapsed, the blankets also spilled onto the floor.

So, they just rolled onto it. Aristine, and of course, Tarkan, didn’t care about the state of the bed; they didn’t even separate for an instant.

In that state, they were too busy longing after each other to care about other things.

On the contrary, they even used what was left of the bed to do a new position...

‘I must have lost my mind.’

Aristine’s eyes widened as she recalled what happened yesterday.

Why did she do that?

She already couldn’t look people in the eye if the bed collapsed, but if the tent broke too...

Aristine’s face sank.

Translator’s Corner:

**I went with Khan instead of Kan for Tarkan’s nickname. Khan works better than Kan in translation and my patreon cupcakes seem to prefer Khan haha.