Chapter
109.1: Under the Spring Moonlight
Chu Qianmiao, wrapped in Ren Yan's windbreaker, listened to
his heartbeat, her own, on the gentle spring night.
Suddenly, a hand lifted her chin. She tilted her head back
to see his eyes, the moonlight reflected, looking down at her.
The next second, his kiss descended, from gentle and soft to
relentless and heavy. His breath permeated her inch by inch.
She was afraid someone might pass by, yet he aroused her,
unwilling to end the passionate kiss. This conflicting feeling made her heart
pound with anxiety. And the more nervous she became, the more addictive the
kiss became. His breathing seemed heavier and more rapid than ever before.
He pinched her slender waist, his lips curled around her
ear, kissing her earlobe as he whispered huskily, "I really want to rip
your skirt."
The words were like a spell that brought on arousal,
instantly draining all her strength. She leaned softly against his chest and
raised her head.
Her face burned, steam rising.
She made up her mind amidst the pounding of her heart. Since
we were all adults, why bother fighting our feelings? Spring had arrived,
hadn't it?
Thinking of this, she blushed to a blushing hue. She fought
back her shyness, gazing at him with seductive eyes, her voice almost trembling
as she said, "Then after you rip it, you'll have to give me a new
one."
He listened, his gaze fixed on her.
Then he took her hand and hurried to the parking lot.
He drove directly to the apartment building.
After parking the car, he turned to confirm with her,
"Can we stay here tonight?" His voice was hoarse. His vocal cords had
been sore from the whirlwind of s*xual activity along the way.
She nodded, her face flushed.
Before going upstairs, Ren Yan took Chu Qianmiao's hand and
led them into a 24-hour convenience store.
He bought the essentials, three in a box, nestled among a
pile of candy.
Chu Qianmiao kept her head down the entire time, feeling
like she was being boiled by her own shyness.
Upstairs, inside, they kicked off their shoes. No one turned
on the lights, and no one said a word. He pulled her close and kissed her.
Then he lifted her up and carried her to her old room.
The large bed was still covered with the black sheets she
had once used. The bright moonlight filtered through the window, casting a
shadow on the sheets, as if waiting to witness a passionate and passionate
affair.
At this moment, she couldn't tell whether she was feeling
shy, excited, or anticipating. Or maybe all three. This complex mix of emotions
ignited her like fire, making her incredibly sensitive. She shuddered at the
slightest touch from him.
She surrendered herself completely to him.
Ren Yan carried Chu Qianmiao into the room. He watched her
as a young girl. From the schoolyard until now. Now, she was completely his.
Fire burned in his heart and eyes, and he channeled it into her.
She lay there, her long
hair spread out. The black sheets accentuated her fair complexion with an
utterly charming and alluring beauty.
She was so beautiful that his scalp tingled, and his heart
itched with the desire to devour her.
His rapid, hot breaths filled the moonlit room. He disrupted
the air in the room, sending waves of turbulent, dry air swirling around.
Shy, she raised the back of her hand to shield her eyes and
face. He pulled her hand away. She turned her head away again, her face flushed
like fire. Though she bit her lip, she couldn't suppress the strange smells and
sounds that escaped. She was mortified, yet helpless.
Her blush was so pitiful. He was captivated by her shyness.
He carried her to heaven and earth.
The black sheets were like a black ocean, and he was a wave
of heat.
Her fair, soft skin was washed over by the heat, tossed and
turned in the black ocean.
The sensory assault of black and white made him forget
everything, forgetting where and when he was, what troubles and worries there
were in the world. In that moment, there was only him and her.
The next moment, even if he were to die, he would have been
willing.
The next moment, it felt as if he had truly died. It was a
moment of emptiness, a moment of unconsciousness brought on by the ultimate
sensual pleasure.
Chu Qianmiao was tormented all night long. Ren Yan had used
up all three essentials in a box, and he'd gone downstairs early to buy more.
When he returned in the fresh spring breeze, Chu Qianmiao
was terrified. She worried she'd die on the black sheets. She wondered if he'd
been holding back. His release was more terrifying than a house on fire.
Afterward, she'd completely tormented him, and she'd
collapsed into a sleepless slumber. When she woke up, the sky had already
darkened.
She'd been having such a wild time with him.
He'd bought her a dress while she was asleep. When she woke,
he insisted on putting it on her himself, but the hassle of trying to put it on
took over an hour.
When she finally left the apartment, she felt starving and
haggard. She thought he was terrifying, a true wolf.
Later, Ren Yan took her hand and said he was taking her out
for dinner to replenish her energy. Once in the car, he leaned over to fasten
her seatbelt. As he buckled the buckle, his eyes remained fixed on her, fixed,
as if he'd never quenched his thirst.
Her face flushed instantly from his gaze.
She found it strange; there was no part of her body she held
secrets from him; he'd explored her thoroughly. Yet, whenever he teased her,
she couldn't help but blush.
She thought she was such a loser. They'd already slept
together, so why would she blush in front of him?
But the more she thought about it, the hotter her face grew.
He stared at her blushing face for a long moment, then
grasped her chin and kissed her, whispering, "Don't go home tonight."
She nearly lost her head in fear.
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