Tears welled in Xiang Yu’s eyes, her voice laced with resentment and affection toward Ren Sanliu—
She resented—
“Something so important, your first time at nineteen—you shattered all my fantasies about these things. I don’t blame you for leaving me, but why did you have to do it that way? You selfishly only thought about your own pain. You thought you were giving me your most precious thing in that manner, but did you ever consider my feelings at all? Ren Sanliu… What did you take me for back then? How could you say you liked me while actually hurting me like that?”
She also felt affection—
“I liked you so much, and I still do. After we reunited, there were so many chances for us to go to bed… to make love. Why did I always stop just before it happened naturally? Have you ever thought about the reason? I couldn’t read what you were thinking. You’ve come out of your pain, grown stronger and more mature—I was genuinely happy for you. But you’re still so hard to grasp. I never felt like I could hold onto you, yet you’re right here in front of me, so real…”
Xiang Yu’s tone shifted to a regret she herself wasn’t aware of. She cupped Ren Sanliu’s face, gazing deeply into her eyes—
“Did it hurt? Did it hurt a lot…?”
Ren Sanliu froze in shock. She had considered why Xiang Yu still wouldn’t touch her—maybe she wasn’t ready yet, or there were still unresolved knots between them, or perhaps she herself hadn’t been sincere enough in her advances. But Ren Sanliu had never imagined it was because of <i>this.
She had underestimated the harm that event caused Xiang Yu and overestimated her own self-righteous sacrificial spirit born from her determination to leave.
What Xiang Yu had always wanted wasn’t how much she could give her—it was for her to live well.
Ren Sanliu thought she should burst into tears right now, using her own tears to earn Xiang Yu’s tenderness. She knew Xiang Yu’s personality; she couldn’t bear to see her cry. Compared to those intractable emotional knots, Xiang Yu would surely set aside all the unpleasantness in the face of her helpless tears, hold her tenderly, caress her with infinite pity, and from then on, even if resentment lingered about the past, she would let it go without pursuing it. She wouldn’t bring it up again; she would keep silent, and they would start a new life together.
But Ren Sanliu couldn’t do it. She couldn’t use such a despicable method, even if it no longer stemmed from that self-righteous sacrificial spirit, even if she just wanted to start over with Xiang Yu. She couldn’t exploit her love like that, to “commit the crime” so recklessly.
Though she desperately needed Xiang Yu’s tenderness and her scorching embrace right now.
At that moment, Xiang Yu reached out and took her gray coat from the nearby hook, gently wrapping it around Ren Sanliu. Her exposed body was covered, that full, hazy, impure form… yet filled with restrained, self-blaming, guilty eyes.
Xiang Yu only glanced at her once. After securing the coat, she began to step back. But as soon as she moved a little, Ren Sanliu suddenly stood up. Her feet hit the floor, her body leaving the shoe cabinet. The loosely draped coat slid off her body, falling to their feet.
“Don’t go—” Ren Sanliu, naked and disheveled, immediately wrapped her arms around Xiang Yu’s waist. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I was wrong, I really was wrong…”
Ren Sanliu apologized frantically, throwing herself into Xiang Yu’s arms. She didn’t know if doing this now was right, but aside from herself… she didn’t know what else she could use to soothe Xiang Yu. The topic Xiang Yu had always avoided, resisted, and shut down was now being brought up voluntarily—Ren Sanliu wanted to seize this chance. She didn’t want her to leave again… She desperately wanted to keep this person.
“I’m apologizing for what I did back then. I hurt you, but I also have to tell you my true feelings. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt at all. My feelings were the complete opposite of yours. Don’t think I did it because I was leaving, like some kind of compensation for breaking up. No… I never saw it as compensation. It was always meant to be yours… It was just that those other things happened midway, speeding up the process… and turned it into a misunderstanding. If we hadn’t broken up, we would have had each other just as early anyway.”
As she poured out her words, the blurry details gradually surfaced.
Xiang Yu silently watched Ren Sanliu melt into her arms, her expression focused on her. Her clear eyes flickered with unease and confusion, but beneath it all was endless tenderness and affection. Still, she wanted an answer—
“So… did I… did I actually…”
“Yes… you did. You took it off… and you went inside.”
Ren Sanliu gave her the answer.
Everything that followed was both expected and reasonable.
Xiang Yu scooped Ren Sanliu up and carried her to the bathroom.
She skipped the bathtub, opting for the shower. Everything was wound tight like a spring, ticking down to detonation.
Xiang Yu pulled Ren Sanliu under the water curtain. First, she covered her hair with a shower cap to save time on blow-drying later. No body wash—just soap, because its foam rinsed off faster.
After a necessary rinse, thorough and clean…
It ended swiftly.
Xiang Yu horizontally lifted Ren Sanliu and tossed her onto the big bed in the master bedroom. She shut the cat out; it scratched at the door with its paws.
Ren Sanliu sank into the soft bedding. She arched her waist; Xiang Yu grabbed a pillow from nearby—previously deemed superfluous, but now crucial—and placed it under Ren Sanliu’s waist.
She turned on the dim orange bedside lamp.
In the hazy yet real mottled shadows, both women were exposed.
Ren Sanliu lay flat, seductive and alluring… captivating—
She said nothing, only using her eyes and her responsive body to tell Xiang Yu—<i>whatever, anything goes… You can go crazy and do whatever you want to me, and I’ll go crazy responding with everything I have.
Xiang Yu straddled her, knees on either side of her legs, breathing heavily with agitation and urgency. She understood Ren Sanliu’s message and dove down without hesitation, kissing her greedily—
Tonight, she would explore everything about Ren Sanliu—
Her fair skin, smooth cheeks, slender fingers, soft waist.
She flipped her over, brushing aside her long hair—
The graceful curve of her spine, the deep dimples in her lower back, the raised calves, the curled toes…
“Change position,” Xiang Yu heard herself say.
Ren Sanliu inverted…
“Not like that… like this,” Xiang Yu heard herself say again.
She parted her; she willingly let herself be parted.
Ren Sanliu arched her neck. She heard Xiang Yu nibbling her earlobe, whispering—
“You’re biting me…”
Then she withdrew at the first knuckle.
“Don’t torture me… I didn’t bite you. I’ve always been like this…”
“Like what…?”
Xiang Yu forced her to say it aloud.
“…I’m tight…”
Ren Sanliu knew her body too well. She was relaxed, yet still clenched.
The psychological impact on Xiang Yu outweighed the physical stimulation. Hearing those words drove her even crazier.
“Ren Sanliu… keep biting me…”
“But don’t bite too tight, or… it’ll be trouble again…”
“You’re cheating. I can’t control that…”
“I’m a mature woman. I’m healthy, no psychological issues. My libido is strong. Sure, I’m sometimes lazy and tired, but I can’t handle teasing. I’m just like you. Don’t think my cool personality means I’m deficient in this…”
Ren Sanliu felt like a soaked sponge, unable to expel the moisture herself. She needed Xiang Yu’s help.
“Beg me…” Xiang Yu tormented her, with a mischievous intent to break her first.
“Please…”
Ren Sanliu held nothing back; she was already broken, wasn’t she?
“I’ll make you feel good… Even if I’m still a bit reserved, there’s a way to fix that.” Xiang Yu propped herself up and reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out <i>that thing—the one she’d discovered long ago and studied obsessively.
Ren Sanliu stared at her in surprise.
Xiang Yu tore open the transparent plastic packaging, opened the box, and shook out a piece. She tore it open with her teeth.
“When did you find out?” Ren Sanliu’s face flushed crimson.
“You think you hid it well?”
Xiang Yu took it out and handed it to Ren Sanliu, then extended her own right hand, raising her middle finger.
Ren Sanliu took it and slowly slid it onto Xiang Yu’s finger. Then she reached into the box for another piece.
“Ren Sanliu—”
Xiang Yu tried to pull her hand back, but Ren Sanliu gripped it tight. She said—
“Trust me… one isn’t enough…”
With that, Xiang Yu’s ring finger was sheathed too.
Ren Sanliu was shy… blushing… her whole body flushed with heat…
Her voice sounded so soft and weak, her body boneless. Her skin smelled as sweet as honey.
“What do you want…?”
“Like this?”
—Ren Sanliu lay flat.
“Or like this?”
—Ren Sanliu rolled onto her side, her bent arm and leg forming a Z shape.
“Or… like this?”
—Ren Sanliu flipped over, prone on the pillow.
Before she could respond to any of it.
Ren Sanliu plunged into flames.
Compressed… bruises from fingerprints on her waist-side ribs…
Shattered… nerves hypersensitive to the bursting openings…
Enveloped… airtight jar… oxygen sucked from her lungs…
Xiang Yu, savoring the taste, tireless, addicted, enchanted, insane, frenzied…
She gave everything—her heart, her throat, all her shudders and excitement—through two different tips (tongue and fingers)—
All to Ren Sanliu.
In the fierce tremors, unrestrained indulgence, wanton fervor, Xiang Yu still wasn’t satisfied. Greedily, she wanted to devour Ren Sanliu… not just externally, but every internal organ too—her young uterus, fist-sized heart, wedge-shaped smooth liver, pear-like inverted lungs—all tasted one by one.
Once it truly began, they barely spoke another word. Only their rapid, scorching breaths slapped against each other as their hearts and bodies surged in unison, sweeping away everything superfluous like a force that annihilated all that had nothing to do with desire.
A method that only adults could practice.
One of them brimmed with vigor, taking her pleasure without restraint.
The other opened herself fully to accept it all, giving her utmost in return.
Until three in the morning, when that unforgettable moment arrived—
Xiang Yu went wild with relentless energy until the end, while Ren Sanliu’s eyelashes were matted and tangled with tears, curling up trembling in her arms.
On this night, on this bed—
Xiang Yu’s fingers were bitten six times.
Ren Sanliu climaxed seven times.
