The warm yellow light before her eyes flooded the room, almost dazzling. The hum of the air conditioner, the rustle of light rain, and the ambiguous sound of swallowing still lingered in her ears.
Wen Yifan tilted her head slightly, enduring this unfamiliar yet indescribable sensation, feeling her thoughts grow sluggish. She couldn't spare the energy to process Sang Yan's words, her entire being swaying with his movements.
Sang Yan's body was firm, like a silent shroud enveloping her, carrying a familiar scent that intoxicated her. Still damp, droplets gathered at the tips of his hair, occasionally falling with a cool touch.
The warmth made her lose control, sinking deeper.
Yet the occasional chill kept her somewhat lucid.
Her gaze dazed, Wen Yifan stared at the light before her, then slowly lowered it. Noticing Sang Yan's clothes were still neatly in place, she held his head, her voice trembling, "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the light..."
Hearing this, Sang Yan lifted his head.
Under the bright light.
The man's skin was pale, his lips darkened, glistening with moisture. His sharp features, the faint double eyelids, and the deep black of his pupils were all accentuated by desire, his aggressive aura multiplying.
Like a brazen invader.
"Turn off the light?" Sang Yan released his grip, the hem of her clothes falling back into place. His voice was low, laced with amusement, "Then how would you see me?"
"..."
As he spoke, Sang Yan leaned back onto the bed, pulling her wrist toward him. Caught off guard, her upper body followed, half-collapsing onto him.
In the process, the wound on Wen Yifan's right leg brushed lightly against his pants.
A faint sting.
She instinctively frowned.
Noticing her expression, Sang Yan paused. Releasing her wrist, his gaze dropped, suddenly realizing, "Did it hurt your wound?"
Before Wen Yifan could respond, he sat up.
"Let me see."
Wen Yifan murmured, "It barely touched, it doesn't hurt."
Sang Yan didn't reply, simply holding her knee, staring at the wound on her thigh.
It had been three or four days.
Most of the wounds had scabbed over, darkened in color, slightly swollen from the moisture, with only two deeper cuts still showing faint traces of blood. Her skin was so fair it seemed to glow, making the injuries appear even more severe and jarring.
In that moment.
Sang Yan suddenly felt he was the "beast" he had just described.
Her leg hadn't healed yet.
And she had just shared her past experiences with him.
He hadn't even considered whether she might resent such intimacy.
After a pause.
Sang Yan slowly straightened, the desire in his eyes undiminished, now mixed with regret. His lips pressed into a line as he met Wen Yifan's gaze, stating bluntly, "Let's sleep."
Wen Yifan was momentarily stunned.
As if deciding not to continue, Sang Yan leisurely brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. His dark eyes traced the marks he'd left on her, "I'm going to take a shower."
"..."
Wen Yifan stared back at him.
At this moment, the situation felt utterly absurd.
Her body was still damp and sticky, every inch kissed, saturated with his scent. Like feathers teasing her skin, only to end with this abrupt halt.The indescribable longing he had stirred within her.
And because of him, it turned into something silent and unspoken, receiving no response whatsoever.
Wen Yifan was still sitting on top of him, her gaze unmoving.
She couldn’t tell whether the problem lay with her or Sang Yan.
He was the one who initiated.
He was the one who held her and kissed her all over.
And in the end, he was also the one who inexplicably stopped because of some trivial matter.
Wen Yifan felt like a mere tool, only able to passively endure without offering any input. Recalling Sang Yan’s earlier words, she pursed her lips and couldn’t help but say, “Do I still have to pay?”
Sang Yan didn’t catch on immediately. “Huh?”
“I think if I still have to pay for this service,” Wen Yifan’s eyes, naturally alluring with their slightly upturned corners, still held traces of lingering affection. She sniffled lightly, speaking at a measured pace, “I’d be at a bit of a loss.”
“…”
After saying this, Wen Yifan shifted her legs, intending to get off him.
But in the next moment, his hand pressed down to stop her.
Wen Yifan looked up, meeting his half-smiling gaze. “What did you say?”
“…”
As if he hadn’t expected to hear such words, Sang Yan’s expression also carried a hint of disbelief. He pressed against the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, enunciating each word deliberately, “Tell me, where exactly are you at a loss?”
Because of their proximity, Wen Yifan held her breath, regretting her impulsive remark.
She didn’t know how to smooth things over, so she simply threw caution to the wind. “This… this doesn’t even meet the standard for charging a fee…”
Hearing this, Sang Yan’s lashes lifted slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled. He wrapped his arms around her, returning them to their earlier position—this time with a gentler touch.
Holding her wrist, he guided her hand downward, stopping at the hem of his shirt.
“What exactly would meet the standard, then?”
“…”
From then on, every action was led by Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan’s hand, still in his grasp, pushed his shirt upward, revealing his well-defined abs. His voice was low and husky, laced with unmistakable temptation. “Do I need to show you this?”
Moving higher.
“Or this?”
Wen Yifan could feel his grip guiding her hand as it traced over his body. The back of her ears gradually burned, and beyond listening to his teasing, she didn’t know how to react.
Until her fingers reached his collarbone.
Sang Yan watched her, his tone almost challenging. “Done looking?”
Wen Yifan let out a delayed, “Ah.”
“What’s the next step?” Sang Yan pressed her head down, his lips brushing against her ear as his voice softened, almost whispering, “—Time to enjoy.”
The moment those words fell, Wen Yifan’s mind exploded.
Followed by his next two words. “Customer.”
…
Wen Yifan sat frozen, unsure how to respond. She lightly licked her lips, staring at the man’s throat and collarbone right before her, making no further movement.
Sang Yan murmured, “Why aren’t you kissing?”
“…”
“If you paid but didn’t touch, wouldn’t that be a loss?”
His words felt like a lure, and Wen Yifan, unable to resist, fell into the trap. She lowered her head and lightly kissed his Adam’s apple, her waist held firmly in place by him, acutely aware of his scorching heat.
Sang Yan exhaled shakily, feeling as though her every move was torment, relentlessly testing his patience.Soon, he could no longer restrain himself. He lifted her head and fiercely captured her lips between his teeth.
His palms slid downward, touching every inch of her body.
Before they knew it, their positions had reversed. Wen Yifan lay on the bed, and under his words and actions, she felt dazed—almost as if she had spent a fortune to hire a top performer for the night.
At the crucial moment, Sang Yan reached out to turn off the light, grabbing the box from the nightstand in the process.
In the dimly lit room,
Wen Yifan heard the sound of a wrapper being torn.
Everything around her became indistinct, except for the man before her, who remained vividly clear.
Sang Yan moved with gentle patience, soothing her with kisses before slowly, inch by inch, claiming her. She felt pain, letting out soft whimpers, yet showed no intention of retreating.
She disliked being touched by any man.
Except him.
With Sang Yan, Wen Yifan only wanted to draw closer.
Outside, the rain seemed to grow heavier, pattering against the windows. From slow to urgent, the sound of its fall intensified, spreading through the boundless night.
Sang Yan held her tightly, his grip gradually tightening, as if determined to make her entirely his.
Years of longing transformed into a dark, violent impulse in this moment, unraveling his restraint.
Then, Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan’s voice, thick with emotion.
"Sang Yan, it hurts..."
He snapped back to awareness, his voice hoarse. "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Yifan’s eyes reddened as she clung to his back, unable to voice it.
"Why won’t you speak?" Sang Yan kissed her chin, his movements noticeably gentler, though his words remained teasing. "How will I know where it hurts if you don’t tell me?"
Wen Yifan stayed silent.
"Not going to say?"
He tilted his head, pressing close to her ear, nipping at her earlobe.
"—Then endure it for now."
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