"Fuck me... damn..." Chen Yi's face was rigid with tension, his entire scalp numb, while an obvious erection strained against his pants as he awkwardly tried to conceal it while rolling off the bed. Never in his twenty years had he felt so utterly screwed and humiliated. His mind went completely blank, but thankfully the dim room hid the last shred of his dignity.
"Chen Yi."
Her voice was soft and fragile as she called his name, shifting closer to clutch the hem of his shirt. Their eyes met briefly—her gaze seemed like a final desperate effort. Straightening up, she was fully exposed to his shadowed stare. Trembling, Miao Jing reached out to embrace him.
"Chen Yi..." her voice murmured sweetly, "don't go... stay..."
She rested her cheek against his shoulder, nuzzling gently, then brushed her soft, moist lips against his warm skin before pressing closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Silently, she whispered his name over and over, like a seductive spell.
His mind went blank, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly as he rasped hoarsely, "Stay for what?"
"Anything." Her voice trembled too, pushing past her shyness.
"Chen Yi..."
His eyes darkened with turmoil, his body rigid and unmoving.
She tightened her arms, arching her slender waist to pull him back onto the bed. He leaned into her motion, his handsome brows furrowed, dark pupils fixed on her as he asked huskily if she knew what she was doing.
Miao Jing said she did, forcing herself to meet his gaze openly.
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
His sharp eyes pinned her. "Why are you doing this?"
Her gaze flickered, cherry lips murmuring, "No reason. Just... thanking you."
Thanking him?
He'd like to thank her—thank her whole damn family!
His eyes darkened further, expression stiffening, clearly stung by her words. He replied flatly, "Is that so?" feeling a sudden void inside. He collapsed sideways onto the pillow beside her, fingers unconsciously brushing his lips as if craving a cigarette. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he watched the dim light gradually soften into clarity. The shadows in the room sharpened slowly—all traces of his childhood here had long vanished, replaced entirely by her domain: posters on the walls, books and stationery on the desk, stuffed toys and clutter by the bed.
Turning his head, he saw the once skinny little figure beside him had blossomed into a graceful young woman—lovely eyes and delicate features, soft limbs and porcelain skin. Noticing his gaze, she turned to him, their eyes meeting in quiet depth.
Like clouds scattering to reveal sunlight, like a mirror-like surface suddenly disturbed, his breath hitched twice. Their burning eyes drew closer, beginning with a fierce, deep kiss that pried their lips apart, teeth clashing. His tongue swept recklessly across her pearly teeth, sharing breath and saliva until she gasped for air, eyes shimmering like twilight. Finally, she actively entwined her delicate tongue with his, teasing and guiding like a slippery little fish—far from icy and aloof like the lonely moon, she was utterly enchanting and alluring.
Their lips and tongues melded together, sparks igniting into wildfire that consumed all reason. Both their bodies were beautifully sculpted, possessing the natural, harmonious grace of youth.
"Here?"
"I don't know," she whispered faintly.
Now he regained some of his reckless audacity, leaning close to her ear with a low chuckle. "Not like in the videos."In her dazed yet clear eyes, there was a similarly seductive and wanton wave of desire. He was exhilarated beyond words—his usually aloof and restrained sister was also a captivating, alluring woman, with love and desire just like him.
He leaned in, fingers stroking her slightly sweaty, flushed cheeks, and asked in a low voice if she was in pain.
She whispered that she wasn’t, just very tired, and shifted into a side-lying position. Daylight had fully brightened, the midsummer rays filtering through the floral-print curtains into the room, casting a porcelain-like soft glow on her skin. Chen Yi wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, sweeping her hair onto the pillow, and wiping the warm sweat from the nape of her neck.
Unprepared and with Miao Jing in such a state, he didn’t dare move recklessly. Remembering something, he leaned close to her ear and asked if she wanted him to go out and buy emergency contraception. She shook her head, saying her period had just ended, and fell into a deep sleep with her head pillowed on his arm.
When Miao Jing woke again, it was already 10:30 in the morning. Chen Yi had gone out to buy some things and called Bo Zai, saying he’d stay home today to keep watch. Worried about Miao Jing, he finished a cigarette and went to the bedroom to check on her. Seeing her curled up in a small ball, he moved closer and found her awake, her clear eyes staring blankly at the still-drawn curtains.
For the first time in his life, Chen Yi felt a surge of tender protectiveness. His tall, sturdy frame and hard bones seemed to soften as he half-knelt by the bed, hands braced on the edge, asking if she was hungry or uncomfortable. He had bought breakfast and ointment, bringing over a glass of milk and her favorite foods to feed her. Miao Jing sat up in bed and ate a few hurried bites, feeling sticky all over and wanting to shower. Chen Yi simply picked her up, turned on the showerhead, and washed her body. Their gazes were awkward, restrained yet seemingly in silent agreement. Miao Jing averted her eyes, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
The bathroom was steamy, everything damp with the moist heat of flowing water. Their intertwined breaths felt stickier and heavier than the humidity. Both pairs of eyes were hazy and misty, tangled with splashing droplets and unspoken, bashful emotions. For some reason, they recalled their first kiss—the strange setting and atmosphere. Chen Yi reached out to wipe the water from her face, held her in his arms, and lifted his head to kiss her petal-like cheeks. He felt grateful, thankful that only the two of them were in this home, relying on each other, as if everything was bound by an unspoken fate.
After carrying Miao Jing back to the room, he dried her hair and helped her dress. He enjoyed this feeling of meticulous care. He had also bought soothing ointment and medicated patches, handing them to her somewhat sheepishly. The nightclub often had shocking rumors of scandalous affairs, and he was too apprehensive to take any chances.
Miao Jing clutched her skirt, her face pale as she shook her head firmly.
In the end, Chen Yi rinsed his mouth, lay on the bed, propped himself up on his shoulders, and leaned down to soothe her pain and discomfort.
Chapter 38: Don’t Come Back as My Burden
Kneeling between her legs, his fluffy head slightly inexperienced, the muscles and bones of his broad shoulders and back tapered into a streamlined, athletic form. His sharp, handsome features were both earnest and wanton, exuding a candid yet audacious sensuality. When he lifted his head, the damp corner of his mouth held a suggestive, unrestrained smile. The kiss he brought carried her scent. Brushing aside Miao Jing’s disheveled, damp hair, amid her surging waves of novel pleasure, he pressed close to her ear and whispered words that made her blush fiercely.
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