The man’s low growl and the woman’s soft moans composed a moving chapter of a beautiful night. The two entangled on the bed, immersed in this soul-consuming intimacy, forgetting everything. In her eyes, only his face existed; in her ears, his breathing roared.
Jing Xin gripped Jiang Xiangyang’s solid back, allowing him to push her to the extreme of pleasure. At the peak of joy, he suddenly kissed her, swallowing her moans.
The enchanting night bloomed with the last brilliance before dawn. “Jing Xin, Jing Xin, Jing Xin,” Jiang Xiangyang whispered her name in her ear, his heart finally finding a place to rest. He knew his thoughts were shameful, yet still yearned to be intertwined with her until the end of time.
In this moment, there was no Jiang Xinyu, no Gao family, no scheming. Everything turned to nothing. Letting his thoughts fly, the corners of Jiang Xiangyang’s mouth curved into a faint smile.
If he could spend a lifetime with such a gentle woman, it might be interesting. For the first time, such a thought surged in his heart.
She was a vivid and real woman—prone to crying, loving to laugh, often shy, yet sometimes frighteningly courageous. Gentle as water, but with a stubborn bone like a rhinoceros.
Jiang Xiangyang leaned down, carefully arranging her damp and messy hair. After a long time, he sighed and collected his thoughts. The world was not just about him and her. Looking at the exhausted woman beside him, he tenderly picked her up. They went to the bathroom for a simple wash. The lingering water vapor clouded her eyes, and his figure in her pupils swayed, no longer seeming real. A vast sadness wrapped around Jing Xin’s heart, tightening until her heartbeat faltered. Her breath seemed stuck in her throat.
Suddenly, Jing Xin hugged Jiang Xiangyang. “Xiangyang, I love you!” Warm liquid surged into her eyes as her emotions flowed. The shower head sprayed water, silently washing away her tears. Despair had already occupied her thoughts.
Jiang Xiangyang encircled her, pressing her tightly against his chest. Her body felt unnaturally cold. He pulled a large bath towel from nearby, wrapping her tightly.
Holding her shoulders, he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry, Jing Xin.”
