0021 Ripping Silk (2)
Perhaps due to her emotional ups and downs yesterday, coupled with catching a chill on the way, He Lingling started running a fever after arriving at Songhan Residence in the evening.
Wanqi Fuze had to postpone his work trip to his ancestral home, and was scolded by the old man for it.
Seeing that his grandfather could still yell and curse on the phone, Wanqi Fuze knew that it wasn't a big deal.
In the middle of the night, He Lingling's fever wouldn't break; her little face was flushed, but her hands and feet were ice-cold. He fed her medicine, but it didn't help. He was getting a little anxious and thought of wiping her body, but she grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.
I had no choice but to take off my clothes and snuggle closer to her to give her some warmth and make her sweat.
Lingling trembled in his arms, her mind in turmoil, a jumble of complicated memories flooding back.
Brother Ayan cried like a little kitten when she fell down and gave her candy. Brother Ayan put her on the back of his bicycle and took her to school. Brother Ayan used the prize money he won for being the top student in the high school exam to buy her a floral dress that her mother didn't agree to buy, even though he himself couldn't bear to spend more than ten yuan on lunch... She liked Brother Ayan the most. She wanted to love Brother Ayan, who was so good to her. Brother Ayan's smile was so beautiful.
Then, a car suddenly drove up and knocked the tall and thin Ayan brother to the ground, shattering the smiling face that was on her face just a second before.
Blood, blood everywhere, spread from Brother Ayan's right leg.
She was so frightened that she cried out and rushed over to cover the bleeding spot with her hands, but she couldn't stop the blood from gushing out like a spring.
Her tears were equally unstoppable.
Who harmed Brother Ayan? Who caused the upright and honest Brother Ayan to lose his right leg and become a cripple from then on?
She couldn't figure it out, didn't want to think about it, and was even less willing to believe it.
But that person still appeared in front of her.
How could it be him? Chen Yixu, her best friend.
It couldn't be him, it couldn't be him, she shook her head desperately. But the mole at the corner of his eye, the familiar lips, were clearly slapping her in the face.
Her heart ached even more.
That familiar, beautiful face, which she had secretly caught glimpses of smiling from the corner of her eye several times, now appeared strange and ugly.
The pain in her heart was unbearable. She lunged at him, hitting and biting him, but he kissed her. It was a violent kiss, and a violent struggle—
That was almost a divine foresight.
In the years that followed, they were never as close and loving as they had been then, yet they hurt each other ruthlessly until they were both badly injured and bleeding profusely.
He Lingling was trembling violently. Even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed and her teeth were probably clenched. She looked like a wounded little beast about to attack.
Wanqi Fuze was startled and called her name.
He Lingling finally woke up from her high fever. The first thing she saw was that mole that made her tremble.
In an instant, she felt a surge of bitterness, and her heart ached uncontrollably. So she simply bit his neck with her sharp teeth.
Wanqi Fuze tried to push her away, but was afraid of hurting her while she was ill.
As they pushed and pulled, their bodies reacted, and what started as biting turned into kissing.
His large hand roamed over He Lingling's delicate skin, and Wan Qifuze's entry into her already naked body was exceptionally smooth.
She was still a little hot, and he kissed her tenderly, gently rubbing against her with desire. He thrust very shallowly, a patience he rarely showed, and she quickly softened into a pool of spring water.
Xiao Xue tightly gripped the penis; he neither fully inserted nor fully withdrew, and the two of them seemed to be whispering secrets in their most intimate places.
Wanqi Fuze gently turned her over and kneaded her soft, plump buttocks with his palm. Then he bent down and used the tip of his tongue to explore that most tender and beautiful place.
The moment the tongue entered, He Lingling let out a soft cry.
Because of her fever, her voice was as alluring as a cat's meow, and he was painfully hard down there, but he could only gently smell, lick, and suck on it.
He knew she was upset, so he wanted to make her happy physically.
Her uniquely fragrant nectar mingled with his saliva, and he swallowed it.
Despite being only two inches in size, it seemed to hold infinite mystery.
Lingling quickly reached her climax; her vagina trembled violently, and her body flushed a deeper red.
He didn't wait for her climax to finish before quickly inserting himself. She cried out softly as her still trembling vulva gripped his penis. He applied some force, but not violently.
It was just a prolonged grinding and entanglement.
Two exquisitely beautiful bodies, bathed in soft light.
Wanqi Fuze gathered Lingling's slightly disheveled hair with his hand and kissed her.
Her breath tasted sweet, while he remained as unrestrained as a child who loved candy.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, yet unusually clear, which made Wanqi Fuze feel a sudden pang of sadness.
He felt she had something to say, but he didn't want to listen.
Lingling suddenly reached out and touched the mole at the corner of his eye.
He felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Please let me go, Chen Yixu..."
Something glistening was shimmering; were those her tears? No, they couldn't be... How could she be so cruel forever?
He then bit her neck, turning her delicate skin a deep crimson. His eyes were equally red.
"He Lingling, you know what I'm capable of," he said, his voice filled with barely concealed anger.
A glimmer of life finally appeared in Lingling's lifeless eyes, albeit with boundless fear.
“Wan Fuze, you…” she trembled violently as he gripped her raised wrist tightly.
"You can't hurt him anymore!" she cried.
He couldn't look into her eyes anymore; they were filled with something unbearable. He rolled out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, the faint sound of her sobs still lingering in his ears.
"You ruined him... I hate you, I hate you!"
Wanqi Fuze kicked a Qianlong-era vase in front of him. It was the one He Lingling had casually flipped through a science magazine during her school days and remarked was "pretty." He later bought it at an auction for a hefty sum and displayed it here, yet she hadn't even glanced at it… He never understood where her heart lay…
The room's warmth shattered along with the vase, leaving only his cold words.
"Since you're afraid, you'll stay here quietly for the next year."
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