She turned and walked back up the hill, her mood for a walk gone. Indeed, the world is full of all kinds of people. There was the perverted Zuo Shaoan, the menacing Lu Tuo, and now the ethereal, refined Cui Yun. Each person has a different gaze, a different soul. For the first time, she felt an urge not to taint someone’s purity with her own darkness, especially someone as clear and serene as moonlight. Cui Yun, Cui Yun. Will we have the chance to meet again in the future? 10. When they returned to the villa after their tryst, the noise from next door had ceased, likely because the two had finally fallen asleep exhausted. Dong Qin turned on the music, and soft melodies filled the small room. She turned the volume down a bit, took a glass of cold water, and went to the balcony to read. The fog had thickened, suggesting rain was imminent. Rubbing her sore neck, she suddenly felt sleepy and decided to take another nap. Looking up, she saw Lu Tuo standing on the adjacent balcony, watching her intently, not knowing how long he had been there. Dong Qin closed her book and asked calmly, “Something wrong?” Lu Tuo looked at her expressionlessly for a while before saying, “Did I disturb you?” Dong Qin nodded honestly, “It was very noisy, and I couldn’t sleep well.” Lu Tuo then gave a malicious smile, “Are you jealous?” Dong Qin looked at him for a moment before replying softly, “There’s nothing to be jealous about. No matter how pleasurable the sex, the climax lasts only a few seconds. I wouldn’t envy anything for just a few seconds.” Unexpectedly, Lu Tuo didn’t get angry but said calmly, “You’ve never loved anyone; making love with someone you love feels different.” Dong Qin smiled, “Should I congratulate you on finding true love?” She stood up, ready to go inside, not wanting to continue the conversation. “Zuo Dong Qin, how many men have you been with? Were you born this cold-blooded?” Lu Tuo suddenly raised his voice. Dong Qin thought for a moment, “I’ve lost count, and it’s meaningless to keep track. Also…” she turned to face him directly, “The truly fallen aren’t described as cold-blooded because they have no blood at all.” “Have you never truly loved anyone?” he asked sternly, his tone grim. Dong Qin smiled slightly, “What is love? Should I go crazy over some hormonal rush?” “You’re already crazy…” he murmured, “I might be crazy too, being so interested in you.” He then went inside, not coming out again. Dong Qin wanted to ask if he truly loved his girlfriend; if he did, why could he still make moves on other women? If not, why could he so confidently discuss what love is with her? Love, this eternally celebrated topic by humans, what exactly is it? From Shakespeare to Cao Xueqin, from Romeo to Jia Baoyu, what was it they were so passionate about? How blue would the sky become after falling in love? How bright would the stars shine? How joyful would one feel? How freely would tears flow? She thought she might never understand the answer. After Zuo Shao Qin left for Italy, Lu Jinghao seemed to rarely appear at the villa. Lu Tuo seldom attended classes because Ina always wanted him to accompany her on excursions. Only Dong Qin maintained her old routine: attending classes, eating, sleeping. She thought life would continue like this until she graduated from high school, then leave and live alone. If it hadn’t been for that early departure from school, her fate might have been entirely different. That day, Lu Tuo was in class with her because Ina said she was tired from all the fun and needed a good rest. By the third class, Dong Qin’s stomach suddenly started to hurt, making it almost impossible to walk. She realized her period had come, miscalculating the days, and had no sanitary supplies with her. The relationships with female classmates were always distant. Most critically, she couldn’t bear Lu Tuo’s endless staring. He had been watching her since morning, and Dong Qin felt like his gaze might burn a hole in her back. So, she asked for leave. This action sparked gossip, especially with her pale face and evident pain, leading to rumors in the school that Zuo Dong Qin had multiple abortions, even tales of her giving birth in the school bathroom. Lu Tuo just glanced at her, not offering to take her back. Struggling, Dong Qin made her way to the school gate, calling the driver to come quickly. Waiting in the cold wind for over half an hour, she felt like she was dying, her vision blurred, and the abdominal pain was so intense she could hardly breathe, as if someone was wringing her insides. Leaning against the school gate, she wanted to squat or lie down. The pain was unbearable! Suddenly, an arm encircled her waist, supporting her. Dong Qin caught the familiar scent of faint cologne; it was Lu Tuo. “It’s rare to see any human expression from you,” he said with malice, yet he helped her lean on his shoulder and hailed a taxi. “I’m surprised you came out,” she whispered, drenched in cold sweat, trembling. He didn’t argue, wrapped his large coat around her, and asked softly, “Does it hurt a lot?” Dong Qin didn’t want to talk, just leaned into him. The faint scent of cologne penetrated her senses, reaching her very core. She realized she didn’t dislike his scent, despite Zuo Shao An also using cologne, oddly, it felt different from Lu Tuo. The taxi soon stopped, Lu Tuo took off his coat, wrapped her in it, and put her in the car. He gave the address to the driver and smiled at Dong Qin, “Can you go back alone? I have a club activity today, can’t go home with you.” Dong Qin closed her eyes, “No problem. But I have no money.” Lu Tuo laughed, “There’s money in my coat. See you tonight then, don’t look so dead.” The door closed, and Dong Qin felt her whole body gently swaying, his scent accompanying her all the way. A sudden sense of peace washed over her, tinged with nostalgia and regret. She didn’t understand this feeling. But the occasional gentle Lu Tuo stirred something deep within her heart. She could roll in bed with any man, was used to their greedy looks, and their desperate affection for their own ends. This simple, compassionate gentleness was something she had never experienced. Men, it turns out, are multifaceted beings. She even felt a bit envious of Ina, who could enjoy Lu Tuo’s tenderness at any time, whereas she received only cold words and animalistic closeness. Back at the villa, due to the pain, she didn’t notice that there were no servants at home. Struggling up the stairs to the second floor, she suddenly heard suppressed laughter and rapid breathing. That sound, she was all too familiar with; it was Ina’s, who had been calling out like this from next door for several nights. Dong Qin froze. Why was she on the second floor? The bedroom door of Zuo Shaoqin suddenly opened, and the moaning mixed with panting became even louder. Dong Qin even heard Lu Jinghao’s voice. She suddenly realized what was happening. An affair?! Or perhaps a clandestine affair? Dong Qin quickened her pace, intending to go upstairs quickly without letting them know she had returned. Lu Jinghao was extremely suspicious; if he found out she knew his secret, she might end up in serious trouble. But it was too late. Someone walked out of the bedroom… No, to be precise, it was two people, because Yina was being held face to face by Lu Jinghao, her legs wide open, wrapped around his robust waist. As he walked, he thrust upwards with force, making excited noises, “Let’s go to the living room! I want to do you in every corner of the house! Until you’re done for!” Yina’s long brown hair was flailing wildly due to his vigorous movements, her moans sharp and urgent, her whole body like a soft vine, clinging to him, swaying with his thrusts. Dong Qin was stunned, her feet rooted to the spot, unable to move. Lu Jinghao suddenly saw her, his hands shook, and Yina fell from him, looking back in confusion. Upon seeing Dong Qin, her face turned deathly pale, she let out a short scream, got up without regard for her nudity, and ran back to the bedroom they had just left. Dong Qin couldn’t move, just staring at Lu Jinghao, feeling as if all her blood was flowing backwards, her ears filled with buzzing noise. He just looked at her, not speaking, not approaching. He had a very robust body, muscular, enough to drive all women wild. Especially the still erect penis between his legs, like a huge, dark weapon. Dong Qin gasped, her legs suddenly went weak, and she fell to her knees. In her mind, one sentence kept repeating: It’s all over, he’s discovered me. Lu Jinghao watched her for a while, then suddenly stepped forward, his pace increasing, step by step, as if stepping into the depths of her soul.
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