This Jinyu terrified him, truly terrified him, because of censored……, stimulating him to the point of low, sobbing cries, with tears flowing from his eye sockets, his body spasming censored……, trembling, just like their first time, making him afraid and uneasy, feeling ungrounded, even with a hint of fear.
Suxi had always believed Jinyu was good to him. Now, he truly discovered Jinyu’s kindness was beyond anything he had imagined. Since their first time, even when she censored……demanded him on the bed, wildly censored……on his body, he still felt her gentleness.
And now, except for the initial censored……pain, they were like returning to that time when he was forced to sell his body, letting her possess him without mercy.
Even so, he never complained, never refused, because he would never refuse Jinyu, whether rough or gentle, as long as she wanted, he would give, always ready.
Censored breathing sounds continued to emanate from the bed. Suddenly, the hairpin on Suxi’s head slid from his hair, falling to the ground. His ink-like black hair spread out, scattered, censored……
Jinyu suddenly stopped censored……, looking at Suxi’s flushed face, misty eyes, and tear-stained cheeks, momentarily stunned, realizing what she had done in her impulse.
She sighed softly, caressing Suxi’s flushed cheek and brushing away damp strands of hair. She wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed a compassionate kiss on him, her anger somewhat subsiding as she lay beside him, catching her breath.
Jinyu’s hand lingered, caressing Suxi’s body, feeling anxious. She was truly distressed, unable to see him with other women, not bearing anyone else touching him, even slightly.
As Suxi’s breath calmed, he realized his hair was scattered. He hurriedly reached for it, panicking and wanting to get up.
Jinyu pressed him down, supporting herself on top of him, her own black hair falling loose, scattered on his pale skin. She stared at him, her voice unusually gentle despite her heavy heart. “You’re unwilling to serve me. Do you want to go find that woman who wants to marry you?”
“Mm…………”
Suxi was stimulated by the softness below, shaking his head frantically, “No, no,” as he searched for the hairpin, “The hairpin you gave me is gone. It was here; how did it suddenly disappear?” His voice choked and panicked.
Jinyu paused, misunderstanding, cupping his face and gently kissing him, “Don’t worry. It just fell on the ground.”
Suxi sighed in relief, about to get out of bed to search, but Jinyu moved on him several times, causing him to emit several sounds. He covered his lips and glanced at Jinyu with reddened eyes, unsure of her intentions.
Jinyu got off him, pulling the blanket to cover his body. “I’ll retrieve it for you. Just wait for me on the bed.”
Suxi averted his gaze, softly responding, “Mm,” his face burning.
Jinyu picked up the wooden hairpin, placed it beside the pillow, and lowered the bed curtains. She leaned down to look at Suxi tenderly, “It’s time to rest now.”
Suxi’s face reddened, not daring to look at Jinyu as his long eyelashes trembled.
Jinyu caressed him, making Suxi’s breathing become chaotic, occasionally gasping.
She slid along Su Xi, declaring, “From now on, only I am allowed to touch your body.”
Su Xi stared blankly at her, tears flowing uncontrollably. Jin Yu, feeling heartache, leaned in to kiss his red lips, then said, “Only I can touch your body, no other woman is allowed.”
Su Xi tightly hugged Jin Yu, large tears rolling down his face. “She was just an ordinary farmer’s daughter, said she wanted to marry me, but I didn’t agree and didn’t let her touch me.”
Noticing Jin Yu’s gaze on his arm, Su Xi quickly wiped it nervously. “Very clean, really clean. I won’t let her touch me again…” He continued to wipe until his skin turned red.
Jin Yu quietly listened until Su Xi became flustered and teary-eyed again. She held his hand, caressing his face, “I will take care of Xiao Lian. When he grows up, I’ll find a good family to marry him to, so you don’t need to worry. As for that woman, you can’t see her again. I’ll come here often to ensure you don’t see other women.”
Su Xi cried tears of joy, thanking Jin Yu for taking care of Xiao Lian. He promised to wait for her, feeling satisfied and happy with both of them by his side, despite the reputation he bore.
In his excitement, Su Xi nestled into Jin Yu’s embrace. Originally pleased by his words, Jin Yu raised her eyebrows upon feeling him pressed against her. She remembered the lingering scent on the bedding and flipped to press Su Xi underneath her. “Let’s not talk about those unpleasant things now,” she said, wanting to focus on more immediate needs. Though she felt no anger, she still wanted to assert some boundaries.
Su Xi responded instinctively, clinging to Jin Yu, their movements becoming more intense as the night wore on.
The two, originally river crabs, became increasingly frantic due to the lingering scent of desire on the bedding.
In the distance, the cold autumn wind blew. Xu Yi crouched down, holding his chest in pain and struggling to breathe.
Hua Yan, worried, supported him. “Young Master, let’s go back. Don’t stay here.” Since being rejected in marriage, Xu Yi had become increasingly thin, crying daily at the thought of the madam arranging another marriage for him. He had shamelessly sought out Miss Jin, clinging to the hope that she might still have feelings for him.
Inside, sounds continuously hurt Xu Yi’s fragile heart. He cried, weakly extending his hand to pull down his collar, revealing smooth skin where chastity sand should have been. Tears blurred his vision as he lamented, “Hua Yan, she doesn’t want me anymore…”
His voice was desperate, weakly grasping Hua Yan’s hand: “What… what should I do?” In her eyes, he felt he wasn’t even worth a dark prostitute.
Hua Yan’s eyes teared up as she adjusted his clothes, covering where the chastity sand should have been. “Young Master, let’s go back. Tell the madam; she will surely find a way.”
“No,” Xu Yi shook his head through tears, “No.” His desperate voice carried panic, not wanting others to know his chastity was already given away or face more ridicule. If even his mother would reject him, what would he do?
Hua Yan compassionately helped Xu Yi up. “Young Master, it’s getting dark. Let’s return to the mansion before dinner; we can’t let Madam know you came to Jin’s residence.” Her young master shouldn’t suffer such pain. Even now, he still couldn’t let go of Miss Jin.
Moans and groans continued from the room as Xu Yi and Hua Yan slowly left, large tears rolling down his face. He knew what those sounds represented, recalling when she had pinned him down.
Wave after wave of those moans tore apart Xu Yi’s heart, echoing in his ears even after he walked away. His heart ached and felt cold.
The autumn wind grew colder.
In the delicate room filled with lingering sandalwood incense, the whistling wind could still be heard outside.
Yun Mei, having bathed and prepared to rest, lay on the soft bed covered with a light silk quilt, with two charcoal braziers lit in the room. Though it was meant to be warm, he felt no warmth at all. He laughed, a laugh tinged with sarcasm, melancholy, and despair.
Xu Yi had said he envied him, begging to enter the Jin household, even without status or title. But didn’t he also envy Xu Yi? How much he wished he were Xu Yi.
In the dim, exquisite room, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the screen. Yun Mei seemed lost in darkness.
Suddenly, a glimmer of dawn broke through, and Yun Mei awoke. Dao’er immediately came to attend to him, “Young Master, what’s wrong?”
Yun Mei’s forehead was covered in sweat, his breath ragged, his voice hoarse, “Dao’er, what time is it?”
“Young Master, it’s still early,” Dao’er replied, wiping his sweat. “The household lights are about to be extinguished.”
