Chapter 79: Burning
The wine was neither bitter nor astringent, leaving a rich fragrance in the mouth. Even after swallowing, a faint sweetness lingered on the tongue, its aftertaste long and mellow.
“You’ve already had several glasses. Can you still drink? You don’t have to force it.”
Gu Zhi feigned a protest, yet refilled Su Yu’s glass again, watching as the alcohol took effect, a blush spreading across his fair cheeks. She was like a hunter watching a small beast slowly walk into a trap.
“Am I… drunk?”
Su Yu felt a bit dizzy, but his thoughts were still clear. He shook his head and inadvertently glanced at Gu Zhi’s unrestrained cleavage. A wave of heat seemed to surge from below, as if something had been ignited. He suddenly felt very sleepy, his eyelids heavy, yet he forced them open.
The conflicting emotions of lustful excitement and drowsiness made Su Yu uncomfortable. He thought it was the alcohol, the heat making his head spin. He subconsciously started to tear at his collar, a few buttons coming undone, his fair skin, flushed from the wine, turning a delicate pink as it was exposed to the air.
“Sister, is the air conditioner too high? Can you turn it down a bit?” The image of Gu Zhi in front of him suddenly became blurry, as if a transparent film separated them, yet he couldn’t see through it. His voice softened, making one’s heart tremble. “Please…”
“The temperature? It’s not high at all. You’re drunk.”
Gu Zhi slowly stood up from her seat across from him. She approached Su Yu step by step, the fresh and gentle scent of neroli growing stronger in his nose. The boy sensed something approaching and subconsciously reached out, fumbling in the air, but he touched nothing.
“I’m here.”
Gu Zhi gently held Su Yu’s fingers, her fingertips tracing the texture of his skin, as if playing with a fine piece of jade. She pressed closer. The boy’s body instinctively recoiled, finally hitting the cold wall, with no room to retreat.
“Guess what I put in the wine. Xiao Yu should have tasted the same flavor before.”
Gu Zhi tilted her long neck, her vibrant red lips close to his jaw, her breath brushing against his chapped lips as she spoke. He felt an even stronger restlessness, an unbearable itch.
“Don’t… don’t come any closer.” Su Yu didn’t hear her words clearly. He just felt the effects of the alcohol growing stronger. He subconsciously resisted the approaching warmth, yet his body craved it. He was hot, getting hotter. His body was burning and stiff, even breathing became difficult, yet he was too drowsy to open his eyes. The conflicting sensations were about to make his body explode.
He gasped for air, struggling to breathe in the thick air. But a seductive, sweet scent lingered at the tip of his nose, pulling at his reason, like a fatal poison.
“S-Sister.” Su Yu panted, the drunken flush on his clean, fair face becoming more morbid. “I’m so hot. Can you turn off the air conditioner? I think I’m a bit drunk. I want to sleep.”
“You want to sleep? But how? I only have one bed at home.”
Gu Zhi leaned against Su Yu, the distance between them very close. She answered unhurriedly, her nimble fingers playfully tracing circles on the boy’s delicate collarbone, a tickling sensation that made him even more anxious and restless. But she just smiled, making him crave, yet not satisfying him, the desire accumulating in his body, finding no release.
Like a pet owner who would tease their pet with delicious food when they were bored, with a hint of taming, the flickering candlelight illuminated her dark eyes, which were filled with a thick, viscous desire.
“Then… do you want to sleep with me? Like before.”
She pressed closer, her impressive curves pushing against Su Yu’s chest. Even through their clothes, he could feel the soft, yielding touch of her full breasts. The boy’s current agony was the ultimate pleasure to her. She wanted him to remember this feeling, and to crave it forever…
“No… go away, it’s so hot.”
Su Yu was like a child with a fever, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead to his thick eyelashes. His eyes were hazy with a watery mist. He felt something leaning against him and instinctively tried to move away from the warmth. “Hehe, go away? Where to?”
Gu Zhi, as if she didn’t understand Su Yu’s murmur, looked at the small beast struggling beneath her, her delicate eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head and asked, her obsessive expression tinged with a hint of innocence.
The boy beneath her was still whimpering, but the flush on his face began to fade, his eyes gradually closing. Gu Zhi watched, the smile in the corners of her eyes slowly turning cold, as if she felt she hadn’t had enough fun.
She pressed her entire body against his, her lower abdomen grinding against his hips, trying to reignite his desire, to make him continue struggling in a state of unfulfilled restlessness. This thrilled her. She whispered in his ear, “You say no, but down there… Xiao Yu has really grown up.”
Gu Zhi was no longer the gentle and graceful teacher she was in public. In an instant, she had transformed, her alluring voice like the lingering mist in a southern water town, filled with a sticky, wet meaning. The tip of her pink tongue darted out from the corner of her mouth, lightly licking his chin, like a seductive fox, captivating his soul.
But the effects of the drug were wearing off. The flush on the boy’s face returned only briefly before fading away. Su Yu’s eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly went limp in Gu Zhi’s arms, falling asleep.
The smile in Gu Zhi’s eyes instantly vanished. She hadn’t had her fill yet, and it was over just like that. A pet that couldn’t even satisfy its master, how useless.
Her eyes rippled with an alluring redness. She cast a sidelong glance the small beast beneath her, her long, slender fingers caressing his eyebrows, which were knitted together in his struggle. The faint wrinkles made him look even more pitiful, more fragile.
Like a clean, pure white sheet of paper, untouched by the ravages of darkness, he looked so pitiful. The occasional maturity in his expression was like a thin eggshell, easily shattered.
Gu Zhi leaned down, supporting the boy’s legs and back, and lifted him up, walking towards the bedroom on the second floor.
Her fair arms, revealed from the loose sleeves of her dark green nightgown, had beautiful, flowing muscle lines, exuding a beauty of strength, a stark contrast to the boy’s current weakness. Her long, slender, and powerful fingers were also full of strength, as if they could choke the boy’s neck and lift him up.
The large villa was silent. Gu Zhi carried the boy into the bedroom. She placed him on the soft, silky bed, her fingertips gently wiping away the glistening tears at the corners of his deep-set eyes, her movements incredibly gentle.
She hadn’t had her fill of fun. Just suppressing the violence within her had consumed too much of her energy. The boy was supposed to bear her love, to spend his life with her.
Gu Zhi didn’t want to… just as it was beginning. She thought of the cicadas’ chirping that summer, the ink painting made of internal organs and limbs that stained the ground.
She stood up and walked to the dressing table in the corner of the bedroom. She had accidentally smudged her nail polish. The vibrant red on her index finger had a small crack, which was not so pretty. She was a perfectionist and couldn’t tolerate such flaws.
Gu Zhi sat in the dim light, the brush soaked in vermilion dye. The fine brush moved across her crystal-clear nails, slowly spreading the color, filling in the unsightly crack.
“Qian Ge…” The boy, fast asleep on the bed, had drifted into a dream he longed for, murmuring the girl’s name. “Qian Ge…”
Her fingers unconsciously tightened, the brush on her nail suddenly skewed, drawing an ugly curve. The flaw grew larger. Gu Zhi lowered her eyelashes, her long, narrow eyes cold and stern.
“Crack.”
The brush broke between her long, slender fingers, falling to the ground in two pieces with a crisp sound.
