Chapter 27: Coquetry
She couldn’t remember how many times it had been. She only remembered looking up in a daze and seeing the desolate night. The moon and the clouds were playing and flirting. Later, the clouds had swallowed the moon, and the sky had darkened. She had completely swallowed him.
She was as if she were immersed in a cloud of mist, and the fallen happiness had lost her. It was like the rising and falling of the tide. It had risen and then had receded, and it had receded and then was thirsty.
Slowly, she had floated up and had become a small boat. Her slender waist was bent into a hull, and the powerful arms that were on her waist were the mast. Then her tensed toes had become the anchor that was stranded in the sea of desire. This was a hard-to-find paradise, and she would never be willing to return.
Not enough… not enough. It was still not enough.
The pleasure of love and desire was driving her mad. She had become greedy and insatiable. She had seduced him again and again, and the sea had become turbulent and was surging, and it was turning her over. The water was stirring in her dull brain, and an echo was made. It was his roar of being pulled into depravity by her.
In the last scene, her voice was already hoarse. She was entangled with him, and her hands were in his flesh. Her back was a bloody scroll, and her clothes were in a mess. No one could leave the other. The hot and humid wind was brushing against their sweaty flesh.
Her mind was blurry, and she was babbling in his ear, and she couldn’t even speak clearly.
“Ah Yu, Ah Yu, I still want more…”
He was about to be exhausted. He looked down and saw her wooden and dazed face. A thin layer of a wet sweat had made her pure face even more alluring and erotic, and it was grabbing him like a hook.
“Alright, alright.” He had gone crazy with her. His voice was gentle, and it was also with a crazy and firm look. He was biting her earlobe, and his eyes were hot and bright, and his voice was hoarse and strong. “I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything…”
The end of their curtain had come to a climax. It was a blurry and concrete happiness. She had raised her long and snow-white neck, and her expression was dazed. Her pupils were out of focus, and she couldn’t hear his whisper in her ear at all. She just felt that her brain was getting hot, and her morality and reason were all burned to ashes, and her soul was also scattered.
So she had completely fallen apart, and she had let him run wild on her, and she had set a fire, and she had also killed.
It would be fine… to die together. To be happy to death, to choose to jump down at the highest climax, to fall to death.
For some reason, in the aftertaste of the happiness, she had thought so absurdly.
…
In the morning, he had woken up early.
The sunlight was scattered in the air, and the fine and small dust was floating in the light. He had squinted his eyes to adjust to the dull pain in his head. The muscles in his waist and abdomen were sore and weak, and his arms were numb.
He turned his head and saw their breaths intertwined. She was standing on his arm, her hands and feet wrapped around him, almost no space between them. He took a light sniff and smelled the faint fragrance deep within her hair.
The images from last night unexpectedly flashed in his mind.
Su Yu swallowed. He remembered the unrestrained passion on the bed, the annihilation of his moral constraints, the almost-endless pleasure. He thought he must have been crazy.
It was by no means a chance spark of desire. Those awkward and twisted emotions had been stirred up. He had hated her in his enjoyment, and loved her in his pain. A life that should have been normal was always collapsing in unexpected places. He had only sought stability back then, but he couldn’t have it.
So everything had fallen into chaos. His vulgar and violent, all-night madness, with revenge as a childish excuse for sinking into desire.
No matter how he struggled, he was just an ordinary person. He wanted to be unfeeling, but he was broken. After being suppressed, he had completely lost control. He ran his hands through his dark hair in frustration, his eyes, still filled with the remnants of lust, were decadent. Unwillingly, he had been caught by his weakness, and he had lost again.
“Ah Yu…”
She, by his pillow, whimpered softly, as if in a dream. The faint daylight slipped through the crack in the curtains and fell on her porcelain-white cheeks. Her thin eyelids moved slightly, and her soft features were delicate and charming.
She was naked, the blanket covering her body, half-concealing, half-revealing. Her delicate, pink skin was as translucent as if it were glowing, her waistline curved beautifully.
The soft, white flesh of her breasts pressed against her chest. When she slept, she was as pure and harmless as a baby, making one want to cherish and protect her from the bottom of their heart.
He turned his face and saw their breaths intertwined. She was standing on his arm, her hands and feet wrapped around him, almost no space between them. He took a light sniff and smelled the faint fragrance deep within her hair.
The images from last night unexpectedly flashed in his mind.
Su Yu swallowed. He remembered the unrestrained passion on the bed, the annihilation of his moral constraints, the almost-endless pleasure. He thought he must have been crazy.
It was by no means a chance spark of desire. Those awkward and twisted emotions had been stirred up. He had hated her in his enjoyment, and loved her in his pain. A life that should have been normal was always collapsing in unexpected places. He had only sought stability back then, but he couldn’t have it.
So everything had fallen into chaos. His vulgar and violent, all-night madness, with revenge as a childish excuse for sinking into desire.
No matter how he struggled, he was just an ordinary person. He wanted to be unfeeling, but he was broken. After being suppressed, he had completely lost control. He ran his hands through his dark hair in frustration, his eyes, still filled with the remnants of lust, were decadent. Unwillingly, he had been caught by his weakness, and he had lost again.
“Ah Yu…”
She, by his pillow, whimpered softly, as if in a dream. The faint daylight slipped through the crack in the curtains and fell on her porcelain-white cheeks. Her thin eyelids moved slightly, and her soft features were delicate and charming.
She was naked, the blanket covering her body, half-concealing, half-revealing. Her delicate, pink skin was as translucent as if it were glowing, her waistline curved beautifully. The soft, white flesh of her breasts pressed against her chest. When she slept, she was as pure and harmless as a baby, making one want to cherish and protect her from the bottom of their heart.
He was being relied on and couldn’t move. He could only gaze at her extremely deceptive sleeping eyes. She licked her pale lips in her dream, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and she was murmuring his name with a nagging tone, as if she had seen him again in her dream.
“Qian Ge.” His voice slowly lowered, soft and deep. “Wake up…”
Slowly, as if possessed, he lowered his head and looked at her slightly furrowed brow. His eyes were closed as if in evasion. He lightly kissed her increasingly thin cheek. It was soft, and he smelled a faint milky fragrance.
But before he could withdraw his kiss, she suddenly opened her eyes, making his pupils contract in surprise. Then he quickly went back, his earlobes slightly red, and his eyes were also wandering.
Her eyes were squinted, and she was in a daze for a moment. She quickly came back to her senses, and the corners of her eyes were slowly curved up, and she was cunning. She then leaned against him, and she was teasing him on his exposed awkwardness. “Hmm? It seems I woke up at the wrong time. Do you want to continue?”
“I…”
He was speechless, as if he had been caught red-handed. He was hesitant and said, “I’m up…”
“I’m not…” She bit her bloodshot earlobe, and the tip of her tongue licked it. Her eyebrows were lowered, and she was alluring and charming. “Should we do it again…”
“Stop fooling around.”
He frowned and held her restless hand. The morning desire was burgeoning, and the gray bedsheet was slightly raised, and the depth was alluring. His breathing was quickening. “Yesterday was me…”
“I don’t want to hear the reason. I was willing. You have nothing to be guilty about.”
Her slender fingers were on his lips, and her eyes were dark. She was as if she were self-deprecating, and she had exposed her mad and obsessive morbid thoughts. “Ah Yu, I really wish I could die in your hands.”
He suddenly turned his back and opened his mouth. The words he said were meaningless. “Don’t talk about death.”
Xia Qiange chuckled and leaned over from behind. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, and her cheek was on his broad and warm back. She looked at his scarred body after the frenzy. His shoulders, his neck, his collarbone… were all covered with her remaining blood marks and teeth marks. She was a little heartbroken, and also satisfied.
So warm. So she was rubbing against him like a cat. She was smelling the scent on his body, and the tip of her nose was brushing against the soft ends of his hair.
“I’ll go and make breakfast. You should get up quickly.”
In the end, he still silently stood up. He looked at the mess on the floor and picked out his clothes and put them on.
“How can I get up?”
She called out to him. Her naked body was shrunk under the blanket, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. She was looking at him with an eager and pleading look, and she was acting spoiled. Her curved eyebrows and eyes were like the crescent moon that was hanging in the sky last night.
“It hurts. It’s sore. And it’s not clean. Can you help me… get dressed?”
She was pulling at the hem of his clothes and was gently shaking it, and her voice was soft and coquettish.
“Okay?”
He was frozen. The high-mindedness after he had vented his desire was on the verge of collapse. He turned and looked at her for a long time. Her appearance was such that she was just short of complaining about him, for hurting her, for dirtying her…
“You’re not willing? Then fine…” She was suddenly dejected and lowered her head. Her voice was soft and glutinous, with a cry.
The collapse was in the next second. When she was slowly untying the blanket, a layer of a shadow was on her long and round thighs. Vaguely, one could see red marks, palm prints, and even the dry and filthy remnants…
She was silently accusing him.
It was the crime he had committed without holding back. So it should be repaid. There was no way to hide.
Su Yu turned and went back. He pressed the half-uncovered blanket back, completely covering her exposed spring scenery. The blue veins on the back of his hand were distinct. He knew it might be a trap, but he was still accurately pinched by his weakness.
“I’ll go and get you some new clothes. You don’t move.”
His steps as he left the room were rushed, and he quickly disappeared behind the door.
