Her cheeks flushed, and she screamed repeatedly.
"Fu Cheng, you're crazy, you're crazy..." As the tide surged in, she felt she was going to die, but before she died, she felt an infinite longing.
"Wait, wait a minute, let me wash myself clean..." she pleaded with her last remaining will, but was ultimately overwhelmed by his boundless love.
When his body was completely intertwined with hers, inseparable, he whispered softly in her ear, "Shuang, if you are dirty, then now, I am dirty too."
She finally broke down in tears and surrendered.
On the bed, he held her, still closely connected to her.
“Xiao Shuang, you always say you’re dirty, but do you know that my blood-stained hands are the dirtiest? You know they’ve killed people, but do you know who the first person they killed was? My own father.”
His calm words made it seem as if he were talking about a complete stranger. Lin Shuang felt a pang of heartache and, for the first time, grasped his hand that was resting on her waist.
“That’s definitely not your fault,” she said with certainty.
Fu Cheng chuckled: "My body isn't actually sick. The reason I reacted that way when I saw poppies is a psychological problem. My father started using drugs when I was very young. When he ran out of money, he forced my mother to sell herself. I used to hide behind the door and watch her being violated by one man after another. Drugs became more and more expensive, and finally one day, my father sold my mother, along with me."
That man took my mother and me to their drug den, where he abused my mother day and night. Finally, one night, I couldn't bear my mother's screams any longer, so I took her and we escaped.
But by then, her body was badly damaged, and she could no longer run. She collapsed in a poppy field, her blood staining the poppies red.
The silvery moonlight shone on her, and for the first time, I saw snow. The snow slowly froze into ice, freezing her. The poppy flower laughed as it lifted her up and handed her to me.
..."
Just listening to his description sent chills down Lin Shuang's spine. She couldn't bear to think about how he had survived, and she took the initiative to kiss his trembling eyes.
Fu Cheng continued, "Later, I met my godfather. I told him I wanted to kill my biological father, and he gave me a gun, saying that if I could kill my biological father, he would let me be his son and I would never be bullied again. I took the gun, but I didn't kill him with the gun. Instead, I used a knife to chop him into mincemeat, piece by piece."
At this point, he looked at Lin Shuang and asked nervously, "Are you afraid of me?"
“I’m not afraid,” she replied, hugging him tightly. “Even if you kill me, I’m not afraid.”
Fu Cheng stroked her hair, which was fragrant with magnolia blossoms. "Later, I found out that I had contracted that strange disease. I didn't dare to tell my godfather because I was afraid he would think I was a useless person and abandon me. Over the years, I have had a hard time hiding. You saved me."
"I saved you?" Lin Shuang asked, puzzled.
"Yes!" Fu Cheng kissed her cheek. "Ever since you saved me last time, I've found that I'm cured."
Lin Shuang cried: "Am I still of any use to you?"
"You are my lighthouse." Fu Cheng looked at Lin Shuang, his eyes already moist before he could finish speaking.
“I always thought that kind of thing was a sin for men and a humiliation for women. So I never touched a woman. You made me realize that it can actually be a very pleasurable thing.”
At this point, he touched her softest spot, his hand, and like a child, he nervously begged for her favorite food, saying, "Only you can make me happy, please don't abandon me."
Lin Shuang said urgently, "As long as you want it, I'm willing to make you happy, and only make you happy forever."
"Really?" He was so afraid that she would leave him again.
"Of course it's true." Sensing the longing in his eyes, Lin Shuang climbed onto him and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to be happy again?"
"Are you happy?" he asked in return.
Lin Shuang blushed and said, "I'm very happy too."
"Then let's do it again." Fu Cheng turned over, embraced the infinitely beautiful body, and kissed the infinitely beautiful lips.
For him, the most sinful thing; for her, the most humiliating thing, at this moment, all transformed into tender love, allowing two lonely souls to walk together.
He said she was his lighthouse; but wasn't he also her lighthouse? At this moment, all she wanted was for him to be happy. The movement was too forceful, and blood seeped from the pale wound on Lin Shuang's face.
Fu Cheng's gaze sharpened and hardened.
Sensing his pause, Lin Shuang opened her eyes and saw the ugly reflection of herself in his eyes. She hurriedly covered the wounds on her face.
"Am I ugly? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." With her dirty body and ugly appearance, she hated herself for not being able to give him the best experience, and humbly pleaded, "Can you close your eyes? It's the same, it's the same."
"Not ugly!" He only regretted not saving her sooner. Fu Cheng bent down and kissed her flustered body. "Xiao Shuang, don't be afraid. The wound isn't deep and won't leave a scar. Our Xiao Shuang can still make many, many good works in the future, and will be loved by many, many people. She will be the most dazzling star in the crowd."
"Really?" Lin Shuang cried. When he revealed his desire for her, she finally mustered the courage to live on, to live for him. But when he mentioned something she no longer dared to hope for, she couldn't stop crying.
"Apply the medicine first." Fu Cheng got up to get the medicine, but Lin Shuang, unwilling to interrupt his pleasure, gently stopped him, "It won't make a difference if you wait a little longer."
"How can it be just a short while?" Fu Cheng complained.
Lin Shuang lowered her eyes shyly, "I'll do whatever you say."
Fu Cheng took the medicine, leaned against her side, and said while applying the medicine, "Xiao Shuang, have a child for me. I want a home."
"good!"
From now on, she would do anything that made him happy, willingly and without hesitation.
...
The search for Dr. An continued throughout the night, but to no avail. The entire Qinglong Bay was in a state of turmoil. Amidst this tension, Gan Tang surprisingly dragged Mo Huaixing shopping at the mall.
Mo Huaixing felt that Gantang was very different these days, but he couldn't tell what was different. He just felt that she was full of sadness, a sadness that made his heart ache.
So, despite having been out all night and sporting dark circles under his eyes, Mo Huaixing didn't say anything and let her drag him around the streets. Their steps stopped at a jewelry store.
Gan Tang's gaze swept past the dazzling array of jewelry and landed on a row of diamond rings.
"Mo Huaixing, buy me one!" she demanded directly.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Huaixing asked.
Gan Tang said nothing, but still said, "Pick whatever you like, it doesn't matter if it's small, I'll like whatever you choose. But you'll have to pay for it."
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