Chapter 39 How can love under the moonlight be concealed? What cannot be concealed is better left alone…

His breathing became erratic, his most prized self-control crumbled, the veins on his forehead bulged, the hand on her waist tightened, and his heart began to race.

The clouds on the horizon were blown about by the wind, revealing the moonlight that had been obscured.

The air inside the carriage seemed to freeze; no one spoke, only the two people's gazes locked in a tender, lingering exchange in the damp space.

After a long while, Zhou Ke was the first to give in.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Can you still walk?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's eyelashes fluttered. Ever since she met Zhou Ke tonight, it felt like her feet hadn't touched the ground. She had been a little tipsy from drinking, but some exercise would help the alcohol dissipate, and her drunkenness had completely disappeared. However, her legs were still weak, and her body felt limp to the bone. She stared at Zhou Ke, even though he hadn't done anything, just a simple sentence, which stirred up endless fantasies in her. Tears welled up and spilled out uncontrollably. She stretched out her arms, just like when she was a child and would beg her brother to carry her when she couldn't walk anymore, "I can't walk, carry me."

"good."

The night was deep and the neighborhood was unusually quiet. Occasionally, a warm light would shine from a neighbor's house. Lin Yu, nestled in Zhou Ke's arms, suddenly felt a pang of embarrassment: "What if someone sees us?"

Zhou Ke hugged her and walked steadily toward home: "No."

His voice was hoarse but calm, and his tone carried an undeniable certainty, which to some extent soothed Lin Yu's frightened heart. She climbed onto her brother's neck, rested her head against his chest, and felt his strong heartbeat.

The gentle moonlight streamed into the narrow, old corridor through the small window, forming a rectangular light source in mid-air, with tiny dust particles floating in the light.

Zhou Ke carried her and walked up to the fifth floor in one breath.

Before the living room lights could be turned on, he carried him back to the room. Even after his body sank into the soft mattress, Lin Yu still clung to him and wouldn't let go. Helpless, Zhou Ke could only bend over and lean closer: "We're home now, why aren't you letting go?"

Lin Yu looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered, "I'm afraid that if I let go, you'll leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke was slightly stunned. When he first came to the Lin family, he had lived in this room briefly. He was young then, and they would lie on this bed. He would tell her stories to lull her to sleep by the dim light of the bedside lamp. He would only allow himself to fall asleep after he saw that she was sleeping peacefully.

Later, due to the inherent differences between men and women, and the fact that Jiang Huifang had also returned to the countryside, Lin also made room for him in a bedroom. As a result, he entered his sister's room less and less often.

After Lin died, she had nightmares for a long time. At those times, he would sit by her bedside, holding her hand and looking at her with big, teary eyes, begging him not to leave and to stay with her.

On the night of the power outage, she still held his hand, hoping he could spend more time with her.

She always maintained a high degree of dependence on him, while simultaneously experiencing extreme insecurity. She was always afraid he would leave, but in reality, he was the one who willingly stayed in her territory.

Zhou Ke swallowed hard, leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, coaxing her gently, "I won't leave, I'll stay here with you."

Lin Yu closed her eyes as he kissed her, but her hands still wouldn't let go. She turned her head to find his lips, gently rubbing and licking them before taking them in her mouth. At the same time, she stretched out a straight and slender leg and wrapped it around his firm waist. "Brother... um... brother."

She snuggled into his arms, calling his name again and again, her voice so soft it seemed to drip with water.

Zhou Ke looked at her with his thin eyelids lowered. The air flowed silently, and the moonlight fell on the old locust tree outside the window, casting swaying shadows. The light-colored curtains hung quietly. The room had not yet been lit, and only the gift of the moonlight shone, creating a hazy, silvery glow.

Lin Yu lay beneath him, her long, black hair cascading down her back. Her clothes were already wrinkled beyond recognition, the collar hanging askew, revealing large expanses of pale skin. Her two straight collarbones extended down to her shoulders and neck. She parted her lips slightly, breathing softly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

She pursed her lips, her misty eyes staring directly into his, and murmured, "Brother..."

"Mmm," he responded softly, his eyes filled with tender affection.

Lin Yu raised her soft hands, her slender fingertips tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, and looked pleadingly at Zhou Ke, who was lying above her: "Brother, please give it to me."

Her eyes were moist, and her cherry-red lips opened and closed.

Zhou Ke couldn't resist Lin Yu's soft pleading. Adults' thoughts are always obvious, and their feelings are written all over their faces. He didn't hide the fact that he also had the same sexual thoughts about Lin Yu. From the moment he kissed her without thinking and turned this relationship into love, this day was bound to come sooner or later.

He openly admitted his love for her, saying that no one loved her more than he did.

After years of emotional entanglement, things have finally settled down and reached a satisfying conclusion. They love each other, so how can love be hidden? What cannot be hidden is better left alone.

Zhou Ke lowered his head and kissed his sister's rosy, full lips. She was wearing an apricot-colored short skirt today, the hem of which had already bunched up to her breasts as she swayed, revealing her two slender, white legs. He noticed his sister trembling slightly in his arms, and Zhou Ke's heart was in turmoil.

Zhou Ke propped himself up on his arms, his dark eyes fixed on her.

How could she feel uncomfortable? She was already numb from the kisses, and every sense in her body was screaming for him to come inside. But he was always worried that he would hurt her, so he kept prolonging this long prelude.

Before it even started, he was already completely soaked, from his dark casual pants to his warm, broad, and thick palms, all of which were handed over to him in a dripping wet state.

In the end, Lin Yu was so weak that she melted into a pool of boneless water, only good for people to pick.

Moonlight slid in through the window. Lin Yu looked up and saw that her brother's gaze was more profound than she had ever seen before, mixed with an expression she couldn't understand, like a wolf in the night, occasionally showing signs of aggression.

She bore all his weight and strength, feeling his fiery palms roaming and kneading her delicate white skin. She gradually lost her voice, her tongue numb from being sucked. Neither of them wanted to pull away, and they could only exchange saliva to moisten their dry throats.

She breathed softly in his ear and wept in his ear.

By the moonlight, he saw her furrowed brows, her watery eyes, and her lips that were sometimes slightly parted and sometimes tightly clenched.

Zhou Ke's hand slowly caressed her cheek, his fingertips touching the tears at the corner of her eyes. He lowered his head and silently wiped them away with his lips and tongue.

Her body was like an overripe peach, overflowing with juice that soaked the area where they met.

The intense pleasure of their intertwined bodies sent a tingling sensation through her from head to toe, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her breathing grew noticeably heavier, and Lin Yu stiffened her neck, sobbing with desire. She dared not make a loud sound, only managing to suppress a low, kitten-like whisper.

Zhou Ke grasped her ankle and gently bent it upwards.

The faint sound of water echoed continuously in the room.

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He grasped her wrist, his long, strong fingers squeezing between hers, palms pressed together, fingers intertwined tightly. He kissed her passionately, swallowing her fragmented sobs. Their hazy gazes entwined, exchanging long breaths in the dim space.

After a long while, he grabbed her waist and released all the desire he had suppressed for twenty-seven years. The room instantly became a humid tropical rainforest, and the air conditioning could not suppress the surging heat.

Lin Yu lay quietly beneath him, her dark hair spreading out in all directions, her lips slightly parted, her toes pointed, and her chest heaving rapidly.