I thought I had mistakenly entered a gilded cage, only to realize upon looking back that it was a rose garden you planted for me with your own hands — Wanqing
In the endless dark night, you are the only light. Fortunate to have met you, the rest of my life is for you — Qi Yan
Under the starry night sky.
A low-key yet luxurious and magnificent yacht glided slowly through the azure sea. On the bow deck, a man and woman in evening gowns kissed passionately.
“Has Fu Si Yu ever kissed you like this?”
The night was enchanting, breaths mingling. The woman tilted her head and kissed the man’s Adam’s apple, her slightly intoxicated voice soft and seductive.
“I’ve only kissed you.”
The man’s gaze fell on her ankle.
A pair of cold, silver-glinting shackles brutally marred the beauty of her foot.
And the faint red marks left by the restraints on her ankle appeared even more eerie and jarring in the night.
Inspiring endless imagination.
The man’s breathing grew somewhat ragged. He pressed her shoulders, creating distance between them, but the drunken woman hooked his tie and pulled him back.
“Don’t go.”
“You kissed me just now, so you have to take responsibility.”
The man’s dress shirt loosened in the struggle, revealing his collarbone.
He frowned slightly, using his hand to brush aside the cascade of dark, wavy hair that had slipped from her slender shoulder. His eyes lowered, the cold lenses of his glasses concealing the emotions within.
“Craving me?”
The woman’s misty, soul-stirring eyes stared straight at him, while her fingertips teased and ignited flames at his waist.
Her rose-like, alluring red lips moved to his ear.
“Your waist is so firm, you look like you’d be good in bed.”
Click—
The hidden clasp of the man’s belt was undone by her.
The woman, soft and boneless, draped herself over him, her cheeks flushed with a burning peach blossom hue, as she actively pulled off his belt.
“I want you.”
Her slender waist, tightly wrapped in a silver-blue fishtail gown, pressed against him, tempting to be held and caressed.
The man looked down at those pure, stunningly beautiful, mesmerizing fox-like eyes, his voice hoarse and restrained. “Wanqing, tell me, who am I.”
“Second Master.”
“Wrong, say it again.”
“Qi Yan…”
…
Tonight, there was a gentle breeze and light rain, with raindrops tapping against the window.
Pattering, soft and dense.
The silver-blue fishtail gown adorned with countless sparkling diamonds and the black, knotted, subtly patterned embossed silk tie were casually tossed beside the bed.
Along with the turbulent, rushing seawater.
Rising and falling.
Swaying.
The rain had stopped at some point. Wanqing awoke to the mingled cries of seagulls and the sound of ocean waves.
No one was beside her anymore.
The scene was clean, without a single trace of what had transpired.
But the pair of silver shackles placed by the bedside told her that last night’s wild, passionate heat was not a dream.
Images from the past few hours flashed through her mind. Wanqing shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
Her silk nightgown slipped down with her movement, revealing red marks on her shoulders, neck, and chest.
On her wrists, the dip of her waist, her thighs…
All over her body.
Her skin was thin and very fair, and every fingerprint left by pressure resembled lingering flowers blooming on her skin.
Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn involuntarily.
Even though she had long anticipated this step, even though she had mentally prepared herself thoroughly before boarding his yacht.
Still, it was a relief—after waking up from sleep, the pain had mostly subsided.
But her entire body still ached, and she didn’t even have the strength to lift her arm and push aside the blanket.
Wanqing glanced at the clock on the wall and lit a cigarette for herself.
Damn it.
That man actually pulled her along, intermittently…
They did it.
For four hours.
A true veteran.