After a moment, Dean put away the medicine box. Ye Ye’s eyes were blurred with tears, and the vulnerability in her heart surged like a breaking wave, engulfing her strength… Dean sighed, pulling Ye Ye into his embrace. Even in such pain and sorrow, she stubbornly refused to lean into him willingly. “What should I do with you? Hmm?” Dean murmured softly, lifting her onto his lap and pressing her head against his chest. Ye Ye silently wept, pressing down hard on Dean’s collarbone, venting her suppressed, unspeakable emotions… She knew she deserved it, but even so, after understanding, she would still cry… Dean frowned but did not resist, using his own pain to balance hers, sharing in her unspoken agony… Not willing to push further, Ye Ye let go, pulling aside his shirt, now damp with her saliva, to look at the deep, clear bite marks on his collarbone, just above the heart. “Does it hurt?” she asked hoarsely, her tear-filled eyes meeting Dean’s lake-blue gaze. “Not as much as yours!” Dean didn’t specify whether he meant her emotional pain or her gunshot wound, or perhaps both. “Ho…” Ye Ye wrapped her arms around his neck: “I thought… thought you wouldn’t come…” “I would, I will come!” Dean stated without explaining, as he had no habit or position to explain, just stating the outcome. “Ho… hold me…” Ye Ye’s heart leaped with joy at his affirmation, knowing it was inappropriate, but she still felt a small, secret delight, her pride somewhat satisfied. At least, for this moment… he chose her over Misha at home… “Okay!” Moments later, their clothes were shed… The music of passion began… Desire was rising, passion was burning… Though it was a forbidden love on the edge of a cliff, at this moment, they would bloom before choosing whether to shatter into pieces…
The next day, Ye Ye woke up in Dean’s arms. For nearly two weeks now, she had woken up in his embrace every morning, and it had become a habit… Feeling the small person in his arms stir, Dean gently kissed her lips. The numerous passionate encounters the night before left Ye Ye sore all over, and she met Dean’s tender kiss with a sleepy murmur, “Morning, Ho.” “Tired?” “Yeah!” She nuzzled into his embrace, seeking comfort. “Ye Ye, I’ve brought your bag and the Bugatti.” Dean said calmly. Ye Ye’s heart shook – was he abandoning her? Was he giving everything back to her? She looked up in shock, searching Dean’s deep eyes, suddenly feeling very afraid, afraid to confirm her fear in his gaze! Too scared to speak, she asked with her eyes, trembling with anticipation… Sensing Ye Ye’s anxiety, Dean offered a comforting, intoxicating smile: “Little wildcat, are you scared?” Seeing Dean’s slight smile, Ye Ye felt even less secure, cautiously pulling away from him, preparing herself for the worst, trying to appear indifferent, waiting for his answer… Noticing Ye Ye’s deliberate distance, Dean knew she was defending her pride… He continued to peck with a smile: “It’s not what you think!” Dean said slowly. Raising an eyebrow, “You know what I’m thinking?” “Yes, I won’t abandon you…” Dean said, drawing the escaping Ye Ye back into his arms: “I need to send her back to Paris; there’s an important family gala next week.” He explained, a rare occurrence. He had to reassure Ye Ye, or who knows what this little wildcat might do. He hadn’t forgotten how she once shot at a table leg in anger after seeing him dine with another woman, or how she shot his mistress at the villa, nor her traffic accident after being shot, or even the brawl she incited last night… “Ho… I’ll wait for you! But only for seven days!” Ye Ye declared: “If you don’t come back, I’ll forget you!” She wasn’t without temper or principles; if heaven could extend this moral thrill, her limit was seven days. Beyond that, there would be no need to continue… “Okay! Like our old bet, seven days, I’ll be back!” Dean kissed her lips hard, punishing her for saying she’d forget him. “Ho, love me again…” I’m afraid this might be goodbye… The latter part, Ye Ye murmured in her heart, her hands climbing up Dean’s sturdy chest, touching the still-fresh bite marks… The room filled with warmth… Their emotions, touching the depths of their souls, unexpressed… Perhaps they didn’t understand, or weren’t willing to face it… But this moment, with immense passion, they were tightly bound… Let body and soul – sink…
As noon approached, Dean got up and dressed quietly. Ye Ye watched Dean’s muscular back, the golden Qilin tattoo vibrant and alive, exuding an aura of majesty and vitality. “Don’t move, Ho!” Ye Ye got up, grabbed her phone, and snapped a photo of Dean’s tattoo. “Do you like it?” Dean, aware of her actions, leaned over to look at the photo on her phone. “Yes!” Ye Ye put down her phone, kneeling naked on the bed, wrapping her arms around Dean’s waist, her face pressed against his abs, unwilling to part… Dean patted her smooth back, suppressing the urge rising within him. If this continued, could he leave? He laughed at himself; with Ye Ye, he always seemed to want more… “I’ll be back soon, think of me, don’t be wild, wait for me… be good…” he whispered. “Mmm…” She kissed Dean’s lips, wishing they could stay like this forever… After a moment, she gently pulled away, knowing that if she didn’t control herself, it would lead to another entanglement… It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, or didn’t want to continue, but if this went on, Dean wouldn’t be Dean anymore! Releasing Ye Ye, Dean sat on the bed’s edge, removing a black diamond stud from his ear and placing it in the upper piercing of Ye Ye’s ear. “Don’t take it off!” Dean said earnestly as he helped her put it on. Ye Ye touched the earrings, surprised by Dean’s action. He had worn these studs since she met him, never taking them off.
