Chapter 53: Lips and Teeth, Drowning Together in Bliss
The faint morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a hazy, warm golden glow across the room. The air was filled with the lingering soothing aroma of last night, mixed with a hint of sweet ointment and... a gradually rising, heart-pounding heat.
Li Lianhua curled up in a soft quilt, his silver hair spread out, making his face look even paler. But his long eyelashes trembled restlessly, and his breathing lost its usual shallowness and became a little rapid. He woke up, unable to move.
He helplessly opened his eyes, misty and filled with fear and confusion, like a small animal that had strayed into a trap. He subconsciously glanced to his side—Di Feisheng seemed to still be asleep, his sharply defined profile appearing particularly profound in the morning light.
"Woo..." He whimpered very softly with a crying tone.
The subtle movement immediately awakened Di Feisheng from his light sleep. He opened his eyes abruptly, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, immediately catching the unusual trembling and reddening of the person beside him. An indescribable throbbing and pity swept through his heart.
"Don't be afraid," he immediately turned sideways and took her into his arms, his palms gently stroking her tense back. His voice was hoarse, like that of waking up in the morning, but unusually gentle, "This is normal... It means Lotus is healed..."
Li Lianhua shook her head violently, tears rolling down her face.
Di Feisheng's breathing became heavier, and a fire flickered in his eyes. He lowered his head and rubbed his sweaty forehead with the tip of his nose.
Di Feisheng sighed contentedly and hugged the person tighter.
The morning light was dim, the curtains hazy; this should have been a scene of tranquility and peace. The air was mingled with the scent of soothing incense and medicinal ointment, suggesting that his body was in a state of meticulous care yet also controlled in some way. This "delicate" care now felt more like an invisible cage.
Every tremor and every subtle movement of Li Lianhua trying to retreat was a silent struggle, a struggle that stemmed not only from his body's instinctive shame and fear, but also from the unextinguished pride and clarity deep in his heart.
Di Feisheng's tenderness was absolutely genuine, his compassion and contentment coming from the depths of his heart. However, beneath this tenderness lay an undeniable sense of possession. Every soothing gesture, every whisper of comfort, not only calmed Li Lianhua's anxiety but also gradually broke down his defenses, anchoring him more deeply in his heart. For him, any reaction from Li Lianhua, even the tears and trembling, as long as it was expressed for him, was a sigh-worthy proof of "possession."
For Di Feisheng, this is a kind of "morbid healing." By completely controlling Li Lianhua's existence (including his vulnerability and dependence), he soothes his inner fear of losing her. In his eyes, Li Lianhua's tears may be another form of proof of "being alive."
For Li Lianhua, this was a kind of "conscious sinking." He was terrified and rejected intellectually, but his weak body and emotional helplessness made it impossible for him to resist this unique, scorching heat, thus plunging him into great contradiction and pain.
Di Feisheng's almost paranoid protection and love formed a sharp contrast with Li Lianhua's remaining clarity and struggle in the midst of fragility. Although he was not yet fully awake, subconsciously, his feelings for Di Feisheng gradually shifted from dependence to attachment.
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