Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me-Chapter 273 : Finally, He Could Rest In Peace

Sex with Yan Renzhong was always an exhilarating experience, a symphony of passion, an intoxicating dance of bodies and souls, if one could put it that way.

As their skin ignited with every touch, a primal fire burned within them, consuming all thoughts but the ecstasy of the moment. In those stolen hours, pain was but a distant memory, replaced by the sweet agony of their shared pleasure.

And yet, something was different this time around.

Shen Jingwei simply wasn’t able to grasp its elusive quality.

It was probably the way Yan Renzhong covered every inch of his body with kisses, almost as if he were worshipping Shen Jingwei with his lips.

Or the way he savored every second of their sweet connection with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Or the way he held onto Shen Jingwei’s body as they fell together in the pool of molten lava, burning together in their smoldering passion for each other.

Or the way he claimed Shen Jingwei’s lips again and again, allowing him only enough time to take deep breaths between kisses.

Yan Renzhong’s lovemaking had always been fierce and wild.

He reveled in dominating his partner and engraving his presence into his partner’s body. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

But this time, it was sweet and sensual. It made Shen Jingwei’s stomach tingle with indescribable feeling.

"Jingbao..."

Yan Renzhong whispered against Shen Jingwei’s neck as they slowly came down from the peak of pleasure. "Can I hold you like this the entire night?"

It was almost odd that he had to ask, but Shen Jingwei did not question it. He merely wrapped his limbs around Yan Renzhong, keeping the latter buried deep inside him.

"Sure," he said, his voice smooth and satiny. "Hold me and don’t let go."

Yan Renzhong closed his eyes and wished that time would stop, so he did not have to let go of his beloved.

So that they could forever lay in each other’s arms, joined as one.

When faced with the imminent threat of death, Yan Renzhong discovered that some aspects of his life were indeed not as important as the other.

He no longer bothered chasing after lucrative jobs.

He no longer cared about his rivalry with Feng Jietang.

He did not even mind if the Kunlun Snow Lotus Award for Best Actor slipped from between his fingers.

Right now, only one person mattered to him.

Every aspect of his life, his happiness, that’s all he cared about.

It was this man, who was lying in his arms night after night.

Whose lips were slightly open in his sleep.

Whose innocent face made Yan Renzhong want to kiss him again and again.

Who finally returned to his side, but whose love was unable to tether him to life.

At night, enveloped by the darkness, Yan Renzhong shed bitter tears of despair.

He knew that not all hope was lost, but every single day spent battling the tumor gradually chipped at his confidence.

Paranoia and hallucinations became his constant companions on a daily basis, their grip tightening with each throbbing headache.

At first, he only needed to take three pills once a day.

Gradually, he had to increase his dosage.

After only one week, he had gone up to six pills to maintain his cognitive functions during the day.

Dr. Kang explicitly told him to endure whenever he could, because these pills came with strong side effects.

These nights without Shen Jingwei by his side, Yan Renzhong had been suffering silently on his own.

But tonight, he deliberately took his pills again because he didn’t want Shen Jingwei to notice anything amiss with him.

He didn’t want Shen Jingwei to be distracted.

He also didn’t want Shen Jingwei to feel any less loved than usual.

So he did what he did to put together an impenetrable facade, hiding the blood, pus, and tears beneath a pristine, white surface.

All the while knowing that this impenetrable facade was crumbling within three weeks, when he had to go under the knife.

But until then...

Shen Jingwei must not know.

He must focus on his own stellar rise in the acting industry, and nothing else.

Having cleared most of his schedule, Yan Renzhong spent more and more time at home in preparation for the surgery.

He managed to conceal his illness well from Shen Jingwei, because these days Shen Jingwei was a lot busier than him.

He always had to rise early in the morning and come back late at night.

For once, Yan Renzhong was grateful that Shen Jingwei was occupied. He did not have the time to pay attention to details, even though he often remarked that he needed to buy more herbal medicine because Yan Renzhong still looked pale and sickly.

Just like that, the next week passed smoothly without the slightest disturbances.

The shooting for the third season of "Dance Of The Dragons" wrapped successfully. The production team was currently working hard on post-production activities, preparing the season for its much-awaited release.

Yan Renzhong cleared his schedule completely, and Shen Jingwei finally had some time to unwind from the string of jobs he completed in the past two weeks.

One night, when they were lounging around lazily on the living room couch, Shen Jingwei’s phone rang loudly.

It was Zhu Dongyi.

Shen Jingwei furrowed his brows as he stared at his manager’s name across the screen.

"Old Zhu?" he murmured. "He doesn’t usually call this late at night."

"Maybe there is something urgent," Yan Renzhong rubbed his chin in contemplation. "You should take the call."

"Un."

Right after Shen Jingwei picked up, Zhu Dongyi’s panicked voice was heard from the other end of the line. It was so loud that even Yan Renzhong could hear it clearly.

"Little Shen! Big news! You won’t believe it! Beihai Entertainment has been acquired by CNC Studio!"

"... What?"

Shen Jingwei’s mouth fell open in shock.

Unseen by Shen Jingwei, an unknown expression spread across Yan Renzhong’s face. He exhaled slowly.

Finally, he thought to himself. Now, he could rest in peace.

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