Ye Zhengchen suddenly looked up, his eyes deep, then laughed. “Her home doesn’t have you either…”
I laughed, sweetly smiling at him. Ye Zhengchen shouldn’t just be a doctor; with his proud appearance and acting skills, he could succeed in the entertainment industry.
After dinner, I tidied up the room and took a bath, lingering in the tub for over forty minutes. Wrapped in a towel, I emerged to see Ye Zhengchen sitting at the desk, reading. The curtains were already drawn, and the air was filled with a fresh lavender scent, mingled with something faint and unfamiliar.
It was the light scent of J’adore. French perfume is known for being both light and persistent, lingering unnoticeably. I am extremely sensitive to scents. I walked close to him, hugging his waist from behind. He had just bathed, smelling fresh and clean. I glanced at the materials he was reading, recognizing the source of the fragrance. I felt a bit sad; no matter how perfectly Ye Zhengchen concealed everything, a woman would never understand another woman like Yu Yin.
I bit his right neck, startling him, and he quickly dodged. One bite, one dodge, the bite mark deepened, leaving a purple-red trace. He touched it, then pounced, pulling off the towel wrapped around me.
On the bed, disheveled, we engaged in an endless session of panting and moaning, our bodies entangled. I kissed and bit him, wanting to leave marks from another woman on his body. He said my unusual passion overwhelmed him, making him especially gentle. For him, this was passionate lovemaking; for me, it was humiliation. I felt cold throughout. Every time his fingers and tongue touched me, I shivered from the cold.
When his tongue slid into my mouth, I turned my head to avoid it. Each penetration was unbearable pain. I held back tears, struggling not to think, but I couldn’t erase the image of him with Yu Yin, pressing her beneath him. In his final moments of uncontrollable excitement, the sharp impact and dizzying stimulation left me soft and numb.
As fireworks blazed, memories of a stormy night and cherry blossoms filled my mind. My reason burned to ashes. I arched my body in pleasure, having long since ended our whirlpool of sinking together. He was reluctant to leave me, saying I was warm.
