Snap!
The door opened from the inside.
Lu Yunshen's gaze paused slightly, and the darkness in his eyes dispersed like a vortex.
Lin Ziyan's hair was draped over her back. She looked up and met his eyes, and was immediately drawn into the vortex in his eyes.
The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside lamp on.
Her jet-black hair cascaded over her fair shoulders, casting a languid glow in the light and shadow.
Her starry eyes slightly lifted, indifferent yet alluring, her pupils faintly reflecting his current appearance.
Lu Yunshen felt a tickle in his throat, took her warm hand, and suddenly lifted her up in his arms.
Her loose hair traced a graceful arc.
Lin Ziyan instinctively hooked her arms around his neck, resting her head against his firm chest muscles, the pounding of his heart right next to her ear.
When she came to her senses, she found that they had already left the bedroom and were walking towards the terrace.
Lin Ziyan struggled to get down, but her waist was grabbed.
She looked at the terrace; the thick curtains were already drawn, and the air conditioner was on.
The ceiling slowly opened, and through the glass, you could see a sky full of stars.
The red shoulder strap around her neck slipped down, lightly brushing against her skin, causing Lin Ziyan's eyelashes to tremble slightly.
She lay on a thin cushion, on which was covered a red silk blanket.
Lu Yunshen held her neck and kissed her slightly parted red lips.
Rough fingertips caressed her fair, silky skin.
Lin Ziyan felt as if his hand was carrying an electric current, drilling into her skin and reaching her throat.
The tingling sensation made her legs involuntarily tense up.
His delicate kisses landed on her neck, gradually moving towards her snow-white skin.
Soft...fragrant...
Lu Yunshen lightly touched the tip of his tongue, and those two words floated into his mind.
He looked at the blush on Lin Ziyan's face, as if he were drunk, his eyes glazed over, completely absorbed in her beauty.
Lin Ziyan felt a sense of emptiness sweep over her entire body, completely enveloping her.
Her fingertips lightly traced his strong, well-defined abdominal muscles, then followed his V-line, her fingertips caressing...
My instinctive desires seemed to be aroused, and then I couldn't extricate myself from them.
Suddenly, the sound of rain began to fall outside the window, obscuring the beauty of the terrace.
Then a loud clap of thunder...
Lin Ziyan dug her fingertips into Lu Yunshen's back, unable to control herself from letting out shameful... soft... moans, and turned her head to bite the pillow next to her.
Lu Yun Shen seemed to be doing it on purpose, removing the pillow she was biting and leaning close to her ear, speaking in a hoarse voice.
"I like listening to..."
Lin Ziyan only felt a flash of white light, her hands gripping the blanket, her pupils constricting...
The wind and rain stopped, and only the colorful light from the curtains remained in the new house.
The air was filled with the fragrance of roses.
After taking a short nap, Lin Ziyan's eyes were clear as she stared at the ceiling.
I thought to myself that all of the previous things were nothing compared to how this final step was so...exciting and irresistible.
Lu Yunshen propped his head up with one hand and looked at her.
"Is it comfortable?" His voice was still low and hoarse.
Lin Ziyan blinked; why did she detect a hint of resentment in her voice?
She turned around and faced away from him.
A crisp, cool fragrance wafted into her nostrils, drawing near... Lin Ziyan's back stiffened, and she suddenly turned her head, glaring at Lu Yunshen.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and she dared not move again.
Finally, clutching the red blanket, his sanity gradually crumbled...
…………
In her daze, Lin Ziyan heard the sound of a baby crying.
She suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at the furnishings in the room, and froze, murmuring something.
"Mother…"
Inside the operating room, the child's cries continued as several doctors stitched up the wound.
Lin Ziyan looked at the baby in the incubator, her eyes welling up with tears.
A short while later, the scene changed, and they returned to the ward.
The father was breastfeeding the baby in the crib, and the mother slowly opened her eyes and looked at her.
Lin Ziyan pursed her lips, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of her hand.
Her mother couldn't see her.
This is a dream.
Lin Ziyan touched the Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist; they were empty. She wasn't wearing them.
I took off the bracelet today and put it in my dressing drawer.
She gazed at her parents greedily, as if she were etching their faces into her mind.
The father said disdainfully, "When Little Grape was first born, she was much prettier than this brat."
"Did our funds suddenly change? Otherwise, why would he be so ugly?"
"puff!"
"Don't make me laugh, my wound hurts." Mom smiled, her whole being seemed to be bathed in a soft glow.
Dad smiled bitterly, "It's still more considerate to use Little Grape. You didn't have to endure the pain for long back then; you had a natural birth very quickly."
"Unlike this brat, who's a real pain."
The two chatted on and on, recounting amusing anecdotes from Lin Ziyan's childhood.
They've let it go; perhaps the child is doing well in another parallel universe.
"Old Lin, I dreamt that our little grape got married, wearing a beautiful wedding dress..." Mom's eyes welled up with tears, and the corners of her lips slowly curved up.
"Which brat married my precious daughter? What does she look like?" Dad got up and sat down next to Mom.
He clenched his fists, as if he were about to rush in and fight someone at any moment.
Lin Ziyan stopped crying and smiled, walked to the crib, and looked at her younger brother who was related to her by blood.
"Thank you. I can't watch you grow up, but I still need your help to take care of Mom and Dad." Lin Ziyan reached out and tried to hold his little hand.
The baby on the bed reached out and squeezed tightly.
Lin Ziyan felt the softness, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
She knew it was time to say goodbye…
But she was so reluctant to part with it.
She hasn't seen her grandparents or maternal grandparents yet.
"Look at the child, why is he reaching out? What is he trying to grab..."
Her mother's voice was gentle, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
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