Su Xi’s eyes were misty and blurry, unaware of what had just happened in the room. Meanwhile, Jing Yu made heart-stirring sounds which prompted Su Xi to lean down and whisper, “Su Xi, hold me tight…”
Xiao Lian panicked and ran outside, her cold hands covering her burning cheeks. She felt they were doing something shameful that she dared not watch or listen to.
After some time, the moans inside subsided. Xiao Lian’s heart calmed, and the blush on her face faded. Crouching outside, she thought her brother should be fine tonight. His voice carried no pain and even conveyed pleasure. The woman seemed comfortable too. But if she often visited her brother, why didn’t she marry him?
She had heard that if a man gives his innocence to a woman, he must marry her, or he would suffer. Her brother had given his innocence, so marrying her would be best. Yet, after two years, she still hadn’t married him. Her brother seemed happy even after she ‘tormented’ him at night; otherwise, why would he smile at the marks left behind after she left?
The night was cool, with a cold wind blowing. Xiao Lian shivered, hugging herself tighter and crouching outside the room, her eyes slightly reddened. She worried about her brother, often watching him endure wrongs while feeling like a burden. Due to her condition, she would faint suddenly, causing him to worry and cry silently. To ease her worries, he lied about her weakness, but she knew he was sick. In the past six months, her fainting spells had ceased.
After taking Su Xi several times, Jing Yu finally lay next to him. She brushed away the sweat on his face and pushed back the damp strands of hair, her eyes filled with tenderness, a rare display of gentleness.
Su Xi’s face was flushed, his lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, with exhaustion hidden under his long eyelashes. Jing Yu tucked his hair behind his ear, caressing his burning cheek. “You’re tired, just sleep now.”
Su Xi wearily closed his eyes, mumbling in a daze, “I’m not tired… I can still serve you… I can… yes… I can…”
Jing Yu smiled faintly and stroked Su Xi’s shoulders, lingering at his collarbone. She kissed his cheek and whispered, “Perhaps, I can take care of you in the future.”
