A hint of a smile spread across Gu Lianchang’s face as he remarked, “This word suits you better.” Ruan Ning retorted, “But now it’s written on you,” and took out a box of needles, selecting one. “And will soon be pricked into you.”
When the silver needle pierced Gu Lianchang’s skin, all his muscles tensed. He hadn’t expected her to actually do it, since he had never wanted to hurt her.
“I’m going to pierce the second needle,” she laughed, then stabbed again. Gu Lianchang broke the bonds on his hands, grabbing her hand, snatching the needle, and throwing it outside the bed, whispering, “You’re really heartless.”
“You’ve pricked me before, so I’m getting revenge,” she replied, knowing she couldn’t restrain him. She had pricked him in return for what he had done.
She tossed the brush and rouge aside, pressed down on him again, playfully biting and gnawing on his body. Her clothing became looser, her beautiful skin rubbing against him, causing him to tremble.
Gu Lianchang let out a low call. Ruan Ning heard it; despite his age, his voice was seductive. She pressed her hand on his lips and teased, “Chief Gu, call out again for me to hear.”
Gu Lianchang flipped her over, showering her with hot kisses. Clothes were disheveled, and delicate skin was marked with red traces, sending Ruan Ning from playful excitement into another kind of pleasure.
She trembled, helplessly closing her eyes as he removed her restraints, exposing herself to him. He slid down, kneeling before her in worship. Ruan Ning cried out, quickly silenced by his hand. Shame mixed with pleasure as she indulged under his touch, filling her senses until a white light filled her vision, causing her to bite her lip and faint.
After a long time, Gu Lianchang wiped her clean. She slept deeply, and he gently dressed her in undergarments, covered her with silk, and kissed her lips before quietly leaving. At the doorway, he looked back at her in the darkness, feeling a sense of loss but also that he hadn’t truly lost.
When Ruan Ning woke up, she looked beside her pillow, finding it empty again. Memories of the previous night flashed in her mind, and she covered her burning cheeks, feeling both shame and longing for the shameless eunuch.
