Chapter 111: Curtain
The darkness, as thick and viscous as a rising tide, flooded every corner of the narrow living room, submerging his long, pale neck. He couldn’t breathe properly. It was as if his eyes were covered by a black cloth; he could only hear his own rapid, nervous breathing and the chaotic pounding of his heart.
He looked up, his gaze fixed on the girl’s parting pink lips. They pursed softly, a sign of weakness, yet also a naked seduction. A fire suddenly ignited within him, crawling deep along his nerves. The raging flames roared in his ears like a ferocious monster, and his reason crumbled in an instant.
Su Yu suddenly erupted, propping himself up with his arms on either side of her. The bulging muscles pressed down, completely pinning the unresisting, frail body beneath him. His hand covered her waist and abdomen, his palm pressing into her soft flesh, his fingertips sinking lightly into the soft meat. The warm, fragrant heat lingered in his palm. He took a sniff, and the flames of desire, as if they had found the perfect fuel, burned even more fiercely.
The intermittent voices from the movie echoed around them, but the tape seemed to have been worn out. The sound in his ears gradually faded. His sense of morality dropped to zero in the darkness, and desire began to stir.
The girl beneath him struggled, her hands grabbing his collar, her slender wrists twisting as she tried to push him away. But her strength was as weak as a gentle breeze, brushing past his heaving chest before dissipating. Her struggles, instead, lifted a corner of her loose nightgown. The soft, white flesh of her inner thighs pressed against him, tormenting his reason.
He suppressed all her movements with almost no effort. A bit of wildness, cultivated from his time at the construction site, was at play. The breath he exhaled was scorching hot. The clear depths of his eyes were stirred up, the muddy yellow sand at the bottom swirling, and they became completely turbid.
The silk dress on the girl’s body was as soft as if it were nothing. There was not a single trace of a line from the fabric. After she had showered, the water vapor had not yet dried, and she was not wearing any underwear.
His fingertips, like a traveler carrying a heavy bag, moved with difficulty across the undulating snowfield of her white skin. Suddenly, with a hint of flirtation, he gently pinched the soft flesh of her waist. The warm and moist touch crawled up her skin, as if a spider were crawling over her. Goosebumps rose on every inch of her flesh, and her adrenaline surged.
“Mmm…”
She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, like the whimper of an injured little beast licking its wounds. A fine layer of sweat broke out on her back, and her sweat-soaked bangs stuck to her cheeks. Her resistance was as futile as a clay ox entering the sea. She was trapped beneath him, unable to move.
Su Yu listened to the broken moans in his ear. Her hand was still stubbornly clutching his collar. She had almost no strength left, but she was still trembling and refused to let go, like a small child who had wrinkled his clothes. Her small resistance only further aroused his desire.
He leaned down and pressed on her, not too heavily. He buried his nose in her hair and sniffed lightly. The hot breath he exhaled almost burned the delicate skin on the side of her neck, and a faint pink of lust appeared.
Heaven had pitied him, allowing him to capture that fleeting moment of charm. Her eyes were lowered in silence, and the setting sun, in the flickering light of the screen, climbed onto her cheeks, coating her in a hazy halo. Her red lips were half-bitten, a small gesture that was incredibly tantalizing.
He was conquered by this moment of beauty.
In the end, a person cannot escape the constraints of being a visual animal. Beauty is a drug that excites the nerves. His gaze swept upwards from her snow-white thighs, over her swaying breasts, and landed on her smooth forehead… his gaze level with hers.
Their gazes melted in the ambiguous atmosphere. She lay beneath him, looking at him, her heaving chest revealing her turbulent heart. But her flushed cheeks showed a captivating allure, a contradictory existence of purity and desire. Her clear eyes were without a trace of lust. Perhaps there was… but all the evidence at this moment seemed pale.
She was like a naive young girl, her eyes pure and simple, without a single impurity. But she was slowly amplifying his guilt for his crime.
What was he doing?
Just now… was he crazy?
They had been a couple for less than a month, and just a few seconds ago, because of his momentary impulse, things were about to get out of control. He subconsciously put himself in their past, but that was unfair to the her now, and it was also a fact that a girl could not accept…
The movement under him was so faint that he couldn’t tell if it was compliance or resistance. But Su Yu still didn’t dare to take another step. The palm of his hand, which was on the inside of her thigh, quickly retreated. He propped himself up, trying to get away from her, but his gaze couldn’t help but pass over the shadows and carefully observe her expression.
He didn’t know when the movie had entered its final act. The curtain fell into a darkness, and the light suddenly dimmed. He didn’t have time to see her face clearly.
The next second, he opened his eyes in astonishment, his heart in a state of chaos, unable to find himself.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, a stark contrast to his caution. Her small pink tongue nimbly pried open his teeth and slipped inside, stirring within his mouth. He froze, but the girl was relentless, forcing him to exchange saliva. The wet, sizzling sound spread in the darkness, and the bobbing of his Adam’s apple suddenly quickened.
For a moment, he couldn’t tell them apart. He couldn’t breathe.
The girl’s slender hand ran through the ends of his hair, their lips and teeth grinding together. He watched as her gaze grew even hazier than his. She caressed his cheek, a torrent of affection pouring in along the tip of her tongue.
Su Yu’s hands were no longer restless. He wrapped his arms around the girl’s slender waist. Before he could respond, the softness on his lips suddenly moved away. He looked back in a daze to find her, and their eyes met.
He saw the earlobes under her hair, as red as blood with embarrassment. Her eyes were as soft as if they had been soaked in water, filled with a deep and inseparable love. Both of them were flushed, and they fell into a subtle silence, like a drunken stupor, brewing in the dark room with its flickering lights.
Xia Qiange suddenly bit her lip and buried her head in Su Yu’s shoulder like a little kitten that relied on its master. Her eyes were still flashing with a lingering fear, as if she had not yet recovered from her recent initiative. Her big, black, grape-like, wet eyes were rolling and looking at him.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I…”, the girl’s forehead brushed against Su Yu’s cheek, and it was a little itchy. He smelled the fragrance of her hair, and his voice was as hoarse as a mechanical sound that had not been oiled for a long time.
“…”
“Hmm?”
Su Yu didn’t hear clearly and leaned closer to her lips. But when he got closer, Xia Qiange didn’t speak. But she didn’t seem to be angry. She was like a little cat, rubbing against his shirt, which was as if it had been sun-dried. Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, as if she were sleepy. But in the end, she still lightly bit his earlobe, as if she were getting revenge on him.
