By the time I had taken good care of my little darling, fed him again, and put him to sleep, it was already late at night.
The room was lit by only a dim kerosene lamp, whose wick crackled and sparked.
Su Wantang had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to fetch water to wash up when her wrist was grabbed from behind.
A strong force came, and she was pulled around in a circle, her back slamming solidly into a hot chest.
“Lu Linchuan…”
Her words were cut off.
The man's kiss carried a punitive undertone, rough and direct, prying open her teeth and conquering her without giving her a chance to breathe. The clean scent of soap on his body, mixed with his unique masculine aroma, enveloped her completely.
Su Wantang was so weak from his kisses that she could only cling to his shoulders and let him do whatever he wanted.
The man clearly still held a grudge, having just had his good time interrupted by his son.
When the kiss ended, she collapsed in his arms, her lips numb.
"You were laughing quite happily just now?" His deep voice sounded in my ear, with a hint of gritted teeth.
Before Su Wantang could speak, she felt her body lighten as he swept her up in his arms.
She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lu Linchuan carried her and walked a few steps to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), where he placed her on the soft bedding and then covered her with his tall body.
The dim light of the kerosene lamp outlined his sharp jawline and deep-set eyes. Those eyes shone astonishingly in the darkness, like a wolf locking onto its prey, churning with the most primal desires she could understand.
"Today... that kid messed things up twice." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of grievance, but his hand had already wandered into her clothes.
The rough fingertips, calloused and rough, grazed the delicate skin, sending shivers down the spine wherever they touched.
Su Wantang's breathing became erratic.
The image of Liu Fen's desperate eyes still lingered in her mind, but her body honestly warmed up little by little under his teasing.
The interplay of ice and fire left her somewhat bewildered.
Lu Linchuan seemed to notice her distraction and stopped moving. He propped himself up, looking at her intently: "Still thinking about Liu Fen's family?"
Su Wantang bit her lip and nodded.
"Don't think about it." His hand covered her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her lips. "That's her fate, you can't control it."
His voice carried an undeniable certainty.
"I……"
"Shh." He lowered his head, his burning lips pressed against her ear, his hot breath spraying the nape of her neck. "Tonight, you are mine."
This domineering and unreasonable statement was like a key, instantly unlocking a switch in her heart.
Yes, she is his.
She has him.
She was not fighting alone; this man always stood behind her.
This is the man who clumsily washes her diapers, gets jealous at her smile, and tells her with his body heat and strength, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The unease and helplessness I felt were replaced by a tremendous sense of security at that moment.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head slightly, and kissed his lips.
This gesture is undoubtedly the best invitation.
Lu Linchuan groaned, the flames in his eyes now completely raging.
Clothes were roughly stripped off, and the man's body, like a red-hot iron, pressed tightly against her. The kang (a heated brick bed) creaked under the weight, its sound mingling with suppressed breaths, creating the most primal symphony of the night.
He was like a tireless beast, galloping over her body again and again with fierce intensity, as if he wanted to knead her into his very bones.
Su Wantang was like a small boat floating on the sea, repeatedly battered by the giant waves he stirred up. She could only hold on tightly to him and rise and fall with him.
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