Slender fingers with distinct knuckles, carrying a hint of calluses, landed on the delicate skin, leaving behind a rough sensation.
Itchiness, heat, and numbness—these three sensations constantly fought, each striving to enter the final round, but no matter how they struggled, no conclusion was reached. Instead, she suffered.
The pads of his fingers traced upward along her smooth, white legs. The moisture absorbed in the bathroom now felt inexplicably hot in this summer heat, making her body tremble involuntarily, again and again.
A seeker exploring the right path will inevitably encounter some obstacles. His fingertips kept circling in two places. Seeing that he was choosing the wrong one, she could no longer remain calm. Her soft, pale legs trembled, yet still clamped onto his forearm at the fastest speed.
In the dim light, Zhou Yinghuai raised his head in confusion, only to see her propping herself up slightly. Her long, black hair, like silk, cascaded onto the sheets. Her exquisitely enchanting body was so white that it seemed to glow, yet a certain shadowy cluster was firmly within his grasp. Perhaps because of this, her long, curled eyelashes could not regain their calm for a long time, constantly trembling, casting fleeting shadows on her cheeks.
Seeing that he had yet to stop, she could no longer care about shame. Biting her glistening, dewy red lips, she softly reminded him, “A little higher.”
The way she spoke was like a budding pink lotus in water—touch it lightly, and it would bloom completely. Zhou Yinghuai’s breathing grew heavier by two beats. This time, following her guidance, he successfully found the right spot.
The moment he pushed forward, her waist collapsed, and the bed beneath them immediately let out a crisp creak. It was faint—perhaps it wouldn’t be heard outside the bedroom—but both of them froze for a moment.
Cheng Fangqiu lightly parted her red lips and bit down on her fingertip, suppressing the moan that nearly escaped her throat. Her watery eyes looked at him pitifully, as if unsure whether to let him continue or to make him stop.
But how could someone who had finally found the perfect answer give up his reward just because of a minor factor?
He attempted to put in more effort—one, two, three…
The deep gray blanket absorbed moisture, darkening to black, and as he moved, that patch of black seemed to spread wider and wider, until she cried out in plea, and he finally stopped.
“No… no more.”
Zhou Yinghuai stopped as she asked, casually wiping the stickiness off his fingertips onto the spot where the moon aches. Then, he leaned down again, hands braced on either side of her, his arm muscles bulging like small hills—sexy and alluring.
Cheng Fangqiu gasped for breath, her vision already dazed. It was only when he came closer that she managed to regain a shred of clarity, blinking in a daze to look at him.
Zhou Yinghuai had a defined brow arch, a tall nose bridge, and sharp, well-contoured facial features. His side profile brushed against her cheek every now and then, while his thin lips caused havoc on hers. His features were already naturally deep and intense, full of aggression, and now, with his wild movements, there was an added layer of primal savagery.
Trapped between his arms, Cheng Fangqiu had nowhere to hide. She could only cling to his neck, their breaths intertwining, growing more and more chaotic and muddled, making her heart race past its limits.
The damp sensation traveled down from her lips, tracing along her neck, her collarbone…
Everywhere he passed, red plum blossoms bloomed.
Cheng Fangqiu had pale skin. When she became even slightly emotional, her enchanting face turned as vivid as peach blossoms. When she lifted her eyes to look at him, she seemed like a bewitching spirit capable of stealing one’s soul.
Her fair hand weakly grasped his short, coarse black hair. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing faint bite marks on her tender pink tongue. She panted lightly, her captivating peach blossom eyes filled with an inextricable mist of desire—like the most breathtaking painting in the world.
“Don’t bite… it tickles.”
Her usually sweet and soft voice had turned hoarse, completely lacking authority. Instead, it only made people want to bully her even more.
Zhou Yinghuai’s breathing deepened once again. The strength of his bite on the pink flesh shifted into licks and sucks, all while ensuring that the other side received equal attention, firmly upholding fairness and justice, not allowing her to accuse him of favoritism.
Angered, Cheng Fangqiu raised her foot, wanting to kick him, but he easily caught it and conveniently placed it on his shoulder.
The force made the veins on Zhou Yinghuai’s neck bulge. His eyes grew darker and deeper, pressing his fingertips into her waist as the bedsheets beneath them shifted forward slightly with his movements.
The atmosphere in the air—thick with an indescribable, decadent indulgence—grew even stronger.
With the efforts made in the initial exploration, this time, the journey ahead was smooth and easy.
“Mm.”
But in matters like this, girls always have to endure some hardship at first. Once they taste the sweetness later, they will naturally understand the wonders within.
She whimpered in pain, her soft moans continuous. Her slender neck, along with the snowy peaks of her bosom, flushed with a vibrant, dewy blush. Her toes curled, and her fingertips, stinging with pain, left trails of blood-red scratches on his arms and back.
Yet, he seemed completely unfazed. His distinct-knuckled hands gripped her waist hollow firmly. Only when he sensed her gradually relaxing did he grasp her hands, interlocking their fingers tightly against the sheets.
The man’s broad shoulders arched as he lowered his head. Whether it was sweat or water, droplets fell from his short hair, slid past his high nose bridge, and landed slowly onto her collarbone. The heat of it made her body instinctively tense.
This caused him to draw in a sharp breath, his sword-like brows furrowing. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice. After pausing for a moment, he gathered her into his arms, and they sat face-to-face, stacked together.
Yet, he hadn’t expected that this position would only allow for even deeper penetration.
Cheng Fangqiu’s beautiful eyes were brimming with misty golden teardrops, clinging to her long lashes, trembling on the verge of falling. Due to their previous antics in the bathroom, her jet-black hair was still slightly damp, now sticking to both their chests. Occasionally, it brushed against their most intimate point, stirring an unbearable, teasing itch.
She panted softly, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back, trying to restrain his relentless movements, but to no avail. She bit down on her lower lip, her delicate brows knitting together, sweat beading densely on her forehead.
As her consciousness gradually blurred in the surging waves, she could not help but think—once a man has tasted carnality, he truly becomes like a different person.
The wet, sloshing sounds intertwined with their stifled moans, echoing for a long time, refusing to cease.
Dazed and disoriented, she had no idea how many times it happened. In the end, she only heard his deep, husky voice murmur into her ear:
“Qiuqiu, happy wedding night.”
Happy wedding night, Zhou Yinghuai.
She wanted to respond, but she had no strength left. She could only bury herself into the pillow, letting out a soft whimper before unknowingly slipping into unconsciousness.
Zhou Yinghuai got up and returned with a basin of warm water. Using a heated towel, he carefully wiped her down, not forgetting to gently clean away every trace of stickiness. Perhaps sensing discomfort, she kicked her long legs twice in his embrace, but soon settled down again, allowing him to handle her as he pleased.
Before long, he had changed the sheets and duvet cover before finally holding her in his arms again and lying back down.
Under the dim light, the woman seemed to instinctively perceive the warmth beside her. Frowning slightly, she rolled away in distaste, but not two seconds later, she rolled right back. Her small face burrowed against his chest, rubbing a few times before she found a comfortable position and drifted back into sleep.
A hint of tenderness gradually emerged in Zhou Yinghuai’s deep, dark eyes. Lowering his head, he kissed the corner of her lips, as if, even with the whole world before him, he could only see her.
In his eyes, in his heart, it was all her.
“Goodnight.”
Yet, calling it ‘goodnight’ was ironic. After their repeated entanglements, beyond the thick curtains, the sky was already tinged with the light of dawn.
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When Cheng Fangqiu woke up again, her head was still drowsy. She let out a sleepy yawn and was just about to turn over when she felt a heavy weight pressing against her waist.
Instinctively, she twisted her waist in an attempt to shake it off. But in doing so, she inadvertently brushed against something—immediately, a low, hoarse groan sounded by her ear.
Her entire body stiffened. In that instant, her consciousness snapped awake, and her mind was instantly flooded with countless indecent memories.
With a vague premonition, she turned her head toward the side—only to lock eyes with a pair of black pupils that had just woken from sleep.
He was still in a dreamlike haze, lazily burrowing his face into the curve of her shoulder. On impulse, she stretched out her hand, threading it behind his neck, pulling him closer by the shoulder.
Their positions were now reversed, creating an inexplicable sense of awkwardness.
Cheng Fangqiu blinked her long lashes in a daze. Before she could fully process the situation, she suddenly felt the large hand that had been resting on her waist sliding toward a shadowy place.
She reacted instantly, clamping her legs together, a blush of astonishment and embarrassment spreading across her face. Stammering, she demanded, “W-what are you doing?”
Zhou Yinghuai lifted his head from her embrace with a pitiful expression. “Does it still hurt?”
Realizing her misunderstanding, she awkwardly pursed her lips—but she still didn’t relax her legs. Instead, she scolded him in exasperation, “You have the nerve to ask?! It’s all your fault!”
She still felt swollen and sore even now.
“Then should I give you a massage?”
If Zhou Yinghuai hadn’t looked so serious, Cheng Fangqiu would have really wanted to curse at him—Massage your damn head!
Seeing her gritting her teeth in frustration, Zhou Yinghuai let out a low chuckle. His warm, broad palm followed the curve of her waist, moving to a soft spot and giving it a squeeze. His thin lips grew even bolder, seizing the pink flesh, and his tone was utterly improper as he suggested, “Qiuqiu, do you want to… again?”
He had something in his mouth as he spoke, making his words slightly muffled. But Cheng Fangqiu still understood the meaning behind his rogue actions. Blushing, she avoided answering his question and instead said, “Stop messing around, I’m hungry.”
After speaking, she poked his high, straight nose with her fingertip, pushing his head a little further away. Last night had been complete madness—far more exhausting than working in the fields back in the village. Right now, all she wanted was something warm to eat.
Afraid that he might actually start something again, Cheng Fangqiu quickly softened her voice and acted coquettishly, “Zhou Yinghuai, I’m really hungry.”
At such close proximity, every word she spoke sent faint, warm breaths curling into his ears, making them itch and tingle.
Zhou Yinghuai’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice. He hadn’t actually intended to tease her—it was just a joke. But seeing how she reacted as if facing a great enemy, he found it rather amusing. He was about to say something when he caught sight of her slender, fair neck, covered in deep and shallow red marks. Dense and scattered, every mark was a silent testament to his madness from the night before.
His gaze darkened momentarily. But recalling her words, the haze in his eyes gradually cleared. He took her hand into his palm, kissing it softly while asking in a low, raspy voice, “What do you want to eat?”
“Is there any spicy rice noodles?”
Zhou Yinghuai thought for a moment. At this hour, it was unlikely, but he could always pay extra to have the kitchen make a special order. So, he nodded. Finally, he gave her lips a playful bite before reluctantly pulling himself out of their nest of warmth.
“Sleep a little longer.”
“Okay.” She nodded, wanting to watch him leave before going back to sleep. But the very next second, her beautiful eyes snapped shut as if electrocuted, and she yanked the covers over her head.
Because Zhou Yinghuai wasn’t wearing anything!
Completely bare, he had just stood up so casually!
Everywhere she looked… all of it needed to be censored.