He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a scar on his chest that I didn’t remember. Was it from me? I wanted to touch it, but he caught my hands, pinning them above my head. Stripping off my remaining clothes, he marveled at the dark marks on my skin. “You’re still so alluring when you take off your clothes.”
“You’re still such a beast when you take off your clothes!”
“You haven’t changed at all.” He raised an eyebrow and kissed me. He had changed, become someone I no longer recognized.
On the bed, limbs entangled, unable to distinguish between tearing, struggling, or craving his lips, tongue, and hands.
“Let’s try the position you like!” “This is clearly the position you like!” “So you still remember.” “You?!”
When he spread my legs and thrust into me, he moaned excitedly, his smile like cherry blossoms falling in a dream. I closed my eyes, tears falling from the corners. The pain wasn’t from his violation but from hating how quickly I willingly submitted to him, craving a lifelong connection, never wanting to separate again.
If only I had known that after all the conflicting torment, we would ultimately cross this line and become entangled in bed. Why did I force myself to let go?
Beneath him, I melted into a hot spring of his delicate kisses and wild entanglement. I had forgotten where I was, passionately meeting his every deep thrust. Finally, he held my numbed body, lovingly kissing and caressing my hair. Our sweat-soaked bodies stuck together. I was so tired, wanting to sleep once more in this long-missed body, hoping the dream would be free of heartache.
Closing my eyes, I thought of Yin Zhongtian, of Yu Yin, of many past memories… How ridiculous!
I sat up painfully, picking up my clothes one by one, dressing myself, tidying my hair, and patting my cheeks. Just as I was about to get out of bed, he grabbed my wrist with a force I couldn’t escape.
“I’ve given you everything you wanted. What else do you want?!” I asked. He replied, “Leave him.”
