Mo Huaixing suddenly rolled over, pinning the girl who had been teasing him to the bed, and leaned down to kiss her again. The dark night allowed his deeply buried thoughts to grow wildly.
His sweet lips, cool and moist earlobes, delicate neck, and exquisite collarbone were all kissed lightly and deeply. Thinking of the torment she had endured today, Mo Huaixing boldly untied her already disheveled and loose bath towel.
A cold wind swept in, and Gan Tang suddenly opened her eyes; this was not a dream.
The bruises made Mo Huaixing's heart ache, and he looked away, only to suddenly meet a pair of clear eyes. He hurriedly got up, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, clinging to him and offering her naked body.
Sensing his disordered breathing, she mustered her courage and asked, "Do you want to?"
"Yes!" he answered as if bewitched.
"Then, take me!"
In the darkness of the night, desire triumphed over morality. In this world where death was uncertain, she no longer wanted to suppress her emotions. She was willing, even if his actions were merely a natural impulse, devoid of love. She was willing as long as he wanted.
"Ah!" Feeling dizzy, Gan Tang fell back onto the bed.
As if granted a royal decree, Mo Huaixing's actions grew increasingly wild, conquering and kissing her until she trembled in shock. Soon, the two were naked before each other.
Feeling his warmth, she was both afraid and overjoyed; she wanted the man before her to belong to her forever. But alas, how could he possibly belong to her?
Gan Tang cupped his face in her hands, seeing the desire in his eyes. Was this what he meant by the beastly nature of men? When the sun rises, when humanity returns, how will he face his wife and children?
However, even though she knew her actions were sinful, she didn't want to let him go.
Seeing the girl with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face, her brows furrowed in pain, Mo Huaixing stopped all his movements, lifted her head, and asked with heartache, "Are you in pain?"
Her body was burning hot, alarmingly so. What was he doing? She still had a fever. Mo Huaixing released Gan Tang and went to pull the blanket over her.
He did indeed regret it.
Feeling the warmth she longed for slipping further away, Gan Tang panicked. She hooked her legs around him tightly, like a venomous snake binding the man before her. Then she offered her red lips, teasing his chest; then she raised her waist, seeking his desire.
"Please, don't push me away anymore."
"Please, save me."
"Please, love me."
Her voice was so humble, so alluring, that he could no longer control himself. He picked her up and loved her in the most intimate way between a man and a woman.
Gantang smiled; the flower that bloomed in the dust could finally freely kiss the soil she loved.
As time passed, traces of love remained. The lively bed eventually fell silent. A blanket covered a shy couple.
Her cheeks were burning hot, whether from the heat or from the kisses, he couldn't tell. Mo Huaixing propped himself up and reached out to touch Gan Tang's forehead. It seemed less hot now.
"Are you still feeling unwell?" he asked.
Gan Tang shook her head dazedly and said shyly, "It feels good."
Can this condition be cured?
Mo Huaixing blushed and couldn't help but kiss the girl in front of him again.
Gan Tang watched, her heart aching, and closed her eyes. Enough, really enough. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently lifted her chin, and whispered in his ear, "I'm finally yours, Jiahe."
The man with the smile on his lips froze instantly, feeling as if a mountain had pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Gan Tang hugged him tightly and kissed his eyebrows and eyes with lingering affection.
Suddenly, Mo Huaixing flipped over and braced himself in front of Gan Tang, staring intently at her reaction, his teeth trembling as he asked, "What did you call me?"
Gan Tang lay back on the bed, pretending to be half asleep, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jia He, I love you."
"Open your eyes and see who I am?" He could tolerate her treating him as a second-best option, but how could she treat him as someone else? Mo Huaixing shook the burning hot woman in his arms, trembling.
"It's so good to have a fever." Gan Tang opened her eyes dazedly and smiled the brightest smile of her life: "Jia He, you are Jia He, you are Jia He, you can't be anyone else."
As she spoke, she kissed him again.
"Gantang, let go of me, let go!" He roared, shoving her violently away from him. But how could he blame her? He had taken advantage of her deep-seated love while she was in a daze.
Mo Huaixing dared not look at her again, hurriedly put on his clothes, and fled in a panic.
The door slammed shut with a deafening bang. Immediately after, a tremendous slap echoed through the door, piercing her heart. The consequence of her indulgence was a lifetime of incriminating evidence, yet she had no regrets. Gan Tang trembled, pulling herself closer, tears streaming down her face.
That was my sin alone, it has nothing to do with you.
...
"Oh my god, that scared me to death!" In the morning, a cleaning lady pushing her cart stumbled backward on a soft obstacle, nearly falling over in fright. She steadied herself and glared angrily at the man half-lying in front of the door: "What are you doing sleeping here?"
Mo Huaixing bent his knees to make way, and said dejectedly, "Sorry, you can go now!"
"Where did this homeless man come from? Get lost!" The cleaning lady snatched the blanket from his body. Mo Huaixing looked up, his bloodshot eyes and strong body startling the cleaning lady, who hurriedly ran away, muttering, "These are our hotel blankets," before rushing into a room where people were checking out.
Mo Huaixing got up, took out his room card, and opened the door. He had gone in twice last night after she fell asleep, and fed her medicine once. Now, he suddenly realized that she might be awake.
The door was ajar, and he knocked. No one answered, so he hurried inside.
After washing up, Gan Tang came out of the bathroom and saw Mo Huaixing standing in front of the bed, staring at a glaring red bloodstain on the white quilt for an unknown amount of time.
"Why didn't you knock before coming in?" Gan Tang hurriedly tried to hide under the covers. Mo Huaixing grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms, his eyes blazing with anger.
Was last night your first time?
Why are you so angry? Are you worried that I'll cling to you? Gan Tang looked away with a pained expression and reached out to push Mo Huaixing away.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gan Tang couldn't push him away and said anxiously, "Mo Huaixing, is it appropriate for you to hold me like this?"
She was still wrapped in the bath towel from last night. Mo Huaixing looked down and hurriedly let go of her hand. Although they had been intimate, daytime and nighttime were different.
Gan Tang hurriedly pulled up the blanket to cover the bloodstains, and awkwardly explained, "I was injured, what's so strange about getting a little blood on me? What nonsense are you talking about?"
She didn't know how she, at her age, could still have such a shameful virginity.
Mo Huaixing glanced at the white gauze on her wrist, then hurriedly looked away, asking anxiously, "Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" Gan Tang feigned ignorance.
Mo Huaixing swallowed hard. "We...did something happen in bed last night..."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Gan Tang hurriedly interrupted him, complaining, "Mo Huaixing, I just let you lie on my bed for a while, why are you trying to extort me?"
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