Chapter 126: Shy
A pair of straight, slender legs emerged from under the bath towel. Her delicate, small jade-like feet touched the light yellow wooden floor, the insteps gently arching, landing silently, creating a few soft bone marks, interspersed with faintly raised, light blue veins.
Xia Qian Ge’s body, wrapped in a thin bath towel, was delicate and fair. The spring scenery that was revealed with every step was dazzling. The boy on the living room sofa was fast asleep. She glanced at him and walked in the darkness like a silent ghost, entering the small guest room. Then she turned and closed the door, locking it, sealing the only exit. She had left herself no way out, no room for hesitation.
The room was a little cold. She turned the air conditioner on the wall to the highest temperature. The warm wind blew in the quiet darkness, and the temperature gradually warmed up, with a hint of an ambiguous spring color spreading. The heart in her chest pounded like a drum, her rapid breathing ambiguous and seductive.
Xia Qian Ge turned on the bedside lamp and then dimmed it, leaving just enough light to see the boy clearly.
Her dark eyes were moist with excitement, shining in the light. Her slender body couldn’t help but tremble. She walked towards the boy with demonic steps.
The boy’s eyes were closed, his long, neat eyelashes drooping. The drug had sent him into a deep sleep.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out, and ruffled the boy’s hair.
The boy’s thick, smooth black hair, was now a mess. But she was even more excited, her whole body trembling with excitement, the heat between her legs unbearable.
“So soft…” Her slender fingers ran wantonly through the boy’s hair. She lifted his chin with her index finger, her smile wild and obsessive, her voice laced with a wicked desire. “So this is what it feels like to have you. It would be so good if you could truly become my possession. I would definitely love you, love you more than any of them. Ah Yu… you’re so good.”
Xia Qian Ge leaned down and counted the boy’s eyelashes, her clear black and white eyes filled with his handsome and delicate features. She blinked, her eyes full of joy, a hint of innocence in them.
“Ah Yu…” She blushed slightly, like a young girl in the bloom of her first love. She had always kept a thin barrier between herself and others, and had never addressed anyone so intimately. For a moment, she was too shy to speak. “Ah Yu, what a beautiful name. Can I call you that from now on? Please pay attention to me. I’ll give you my life. I’ll always be good to you…”
But the boy was in a deep sleep and couldn’t respond. Xia Qian Ge didn’t care. She reached out and touched the boy’s delicate, deep-set collarbone, her eyes crinkling, both satisfied and craving more, as if she were the greatest contradiction in the world.
The temperature in the room grew hotter and hotter, as if invisible chains were binding her hands and feet, placing her in the crater of a volcano, thick smoke billowing around her. The steaming heat seared her consciousness, the gushing, hot lava threatening to burn her flesh to ashes. Yet, desire still stirred her soul, not allowing her a moment of peace.
The boy, his hair a fluffy mess, slept soundly on the narrow bed. His features were delicate and three-dimensional. Although his serene sleeping face looked uneasy, it was still so beautiful that she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
She was no ascetic monk. The desires in her heart were terrifyingly turbulent, constantly grinding against her reason, like the mad whispers of a monster in her ear. She had endured for too long. One day, she would inevitably snap…
Instead of waiting and watching the boy be tainted by the disgusting scent of those seductive vixens, she might as well be the first. She would carve her name and surname deeply into his heart with her profound love. After all, the boy was her treasure, and her life-saving medicine. This was not a robbery. He was hers to begin with!
The night… is still long. You… are mine.
“Ring ring ring…”
The phone, casually tossed on the bed, vibrated. Xia Qian Ge’s cold, violent gaze pierced the darkness, staring at the screen that lit up by the boy’s ear. The feeling of her lingering desire being interrupted was not pleasant. She grabbed the phone and impatiently stared at the messages. There were two messages in total, but her gaze was so sharp it seemed as if it would pierce the fragile screen.
Violence is the best breeding ground for desire. Evil and dark thoughts, as if they had encountered the best nourishment, grew at an accelerated rate. They took root and sprouted on her fragile nerves, blooming with bright red pistils, swaying in the darkness with the scent of blood. A seductive song gently fell on her ear, and her reason instantly collapsed.
The phone was thrown forcefully to the foot of the bed. The faint screen lit up for a moment and then went out.
Gu Zhi.
He Mu Qing.
Two annoying names, two lingering bitches.
…
“Ah Yu…”
Xia Qian Ge bit her bright red, moist lips, a delicate, silvery thread stretching in her mouth. She whimpered alluringly, like a young girl in the bloom of youth, her pent-up desires unable to be resolved. “I want you.”
She put down the wine bottle she was holding and placed it on the floor. She stood up unsteadily. She had drunk almost half a bottle of the high-proof liquor, which was meant for mixing. The raw, burning liquid went down her throat, and she choked, tears streaming down her face. The drunkenness slowly took effect in her central nervous system, and the hesitation, fear, and doubt in her heart… all began to fade away.
She was, after all, just a timid and shy girl. She was curious about such things that made one blush just to talk about, but she was more afraid. She had never done such a thing, but the thought of it made her shrink back.
Would it hurt? But it was okay. She wasn’t afraid of pain.
But her strong sense of shame made her unwilling to admit that she was a wanton and promiscuous bitch whose mind was only filled with such things.
But desire told her that she longed for this, to offer her most precious chastity to the boy she loved, to let his sunny and fresh scent be mixed with hers, like a shy girl in love who would give a token of her affection to her beloved.
She had nothing. The only precious thing she had was this. Such a gift was not mixed with any desire, only deep… bone-deep love.
…
“Ah Yu, you’re a little dirty. Let me wipe you clean.”
Xia Qian Ge sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the boy’s sleeping face, as if she were talking to herself. The towel in her hand dripped with a few drops of warm water. She first wiped the boy’s cheeks, then the deep hollow of his neck, and then down, but she was blocked by his annoying clothes.
Her face was flushed with a flood of emotion, her consciousness struggling. She gritted her teeth and tore off the boy’s thin shirt. The hot, wet towel wiped against his skin, and his fair skin turned a faint pink. She felt a pang of pity, unwilling to treat his body with such a rough cloth.
This was how she convinced herself. So the towel was thrown to the floor, and her hungry palm pressed against him.
The skin against her palm was smooth, hot, and firm, like a beautiful sculpture crafted by an ancient Greek artisan. She couldn’t put it down. She slowly moved down his waist and abdomen, and then stopped again.
That place seemed to be the hottest center in the room. Xia Qian Ge even had the illusion that if she got any closer, her skin would be burned.
Her whole body was burning hot, a fire raging inside her, clamoring to be released.
“It won’t be dirty once it’s clean.”
Xia Qian Ge’s cheeks were burning red. She felt that she must look very ugly right now, both lewd and stupid, finding some clumsy, low-level excuses to numb her shame. But fortunately, the boy couldn’t see, so she could be a little more at ease.
But the hand that was on his pants suddenly stopped. The boy on the bed suddenly let out a few low gasps, as if he were having a hot and unbearable dream. The sound immediately attracted Xia Qian Ge’s attention. The boy was not awake, but his deep voice was alluring to her.
Her reason, which had been standing on the edge of a cliff, instantly lost its footing and fell down the cliff, sinking into an endless darkness. From then on… it was an irreversible fall.
She looked back at the boy’s sleeping face, her hand suddenly exerting force, as if she had opened the shackles of desire. The heat was instantly released into the air, and the temperature in the room instantly rose by several degrees.
She half-knelt by the bed and kissed the boy’s thin lips heavily.
Hot, burning, intense.
The white bath towel slid down her fair and delicate skin, carrying a burning body temperature, and fell onto the cold floor at her feet, particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
Out of control…
