The sky was darkening, and the sun had already set halfway down in the west. The clouds on the horizon rippled with orange-red light, layer upon layer, rising and falling, their colors gradually deepening, a beauty that was dazzling to the eye.
The white curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunset. The lights in the hotel room were deliberately dimmed to a yellowish hue, creating a somewhat heavy and oppressive atmosphere, yet subtly mixed with intense joy.
"Huff... Huff... Faster." The heavy breathing grew louder.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes in delight.
Faster?
It's easy for you to say, but do you know how tired I am if you don't put in the effort?
It's been almost an hour. Ji Xiaoxiao has been making quick movements with her left and right hands, repeating the same movements countless times. Her hands are about to collapse from exhaustion.
"Can't you finish this quickly?" Ji Xiaoxiao cried out plaintively.
"Almost there, almost...it will be done." Yunming stood upright, gently rubbing Ji Xiaoxiao's head. His eyes were red, and the hot breath he exhaled carried a rich fragrance.
"Go ahead and try to fool me!"
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't believe Yunming at all; this man had lied to her countless times.
About ten minutes later, Yunming let out a low groan, instantly satisfied.
"Ah...you...."
Ji Xiaoxiao almost lost her temper. If the person in front of her hadn't been such a stunningly handsome man, she would have beaten him to death. She glared fiercely at Yun Ming before entering the bathroom.
After taking a 30-minute shower, Ji Xiaoxiao finally came out feeling refreshed.
"Um... I'm sorry." Yunming lowered his head and apologized to Ji Xiaoxiao.
The pleasure turned into pain, and Yunming lost control of his direction, which led to that incident.
What's the point of dwelling on the past? Besides, Ji Xiaoxiao got to see beautiful scenery that handsome men don't usually get to see, so she really benefited.
Ji Xiaoxiao waved her hand, pulled Yunming to kiss her, and the two of them lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when Yunming woke up, there was no one beside him, only a cold, empty space.
"Has he left?" Yunming muttered to himself, walking into the bathroom in a daze.
The clear water cascaded down from the showerhead, constantly washing away the filthy body, carrying away the unbearable humiliation, and slowly flowing into the dark sewer.
Thin, blood-red lines gradually spread across Yunming's eyes, his clear black and white pupils swirling with a crimson killing intent. His perfectly proportioned body emanated a terrifying aura from within, and an invisible membrane completely blocked out the raindrops.
Yunming closed his eyes, and when he suddenly opened them, he slammed his fist into the wall.
"I will find you, no matter how long it takes, no matter where you are. I will repay you in full for the humiliation and the hurt you caused me."
Yunming shouted loudly, and a burst of energy shattered the bathroom.
Time flies, and a year later, at the Shui family mansion.
At this time of year, the mornings are clear and bright, and the evenings are filled with the twinkling of the moon and stars.
The Shui family mansion is a magnificent building nestled among towering mountains outside the city, where trees reach for the sky, flowers bloom in profusion, and endless greenery stretches as far as the eye can see, while a delicate fragrance permeates the air.
Inside a large courtyard, the plaque above the entrance reads "Jade Courtyard." Beyond the gate, the courtyard is vast, with a jade path running through the center, flanked by evergreen rare trees. Beneath the canopy are intricately carved stone tables and benches.
Further inside is the only building in the compound. The house combines the beauty of ancient architecture with the practicality of modern architecture. It looks pleasing to the eye on the outside, but inside it has no shortage of modern conveniences, such as a refrigerator, telephone, and computer.
At this moment, a gentle young woman was sitting on the first floor of the house. She was about twenty years old and wearing a blue dress. When she sat still, she looked like a classical beauty sculpture.
"Little Blue, sit down and wait a moment. Grandpa will go and hand over the Water Jade."
Shui Ran smiled and politely extended hospitality to the girl.
The girl smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa Shui, you're too kind."
The girl was exceptionally beautiful, sensible, and from a family of equal social standing; Shui Ran couldn't be more satisfied. Comparisons are odious. Remembering the shameless aunt from a year ago, Shui Ran's smile instantly turned grim.
He cursed himself inwardly, then said something to the girl and headed towards the entrance to the second floor.
The wooden stairs made a clattering sound as I stepped on them.
Upon reaching the second floor, Shui Ran knocked on the door of the only room available.
"Knock knock." Shui Ran knocked twice and pushed the door open to enter.
"Fatty, Grandpa found you a very beautiful woman, do you want to go see her?"
A year has passed. Ever since Yunming learned that he had made a move on Ji Xiaoxiao, he has stayed at home, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and has never gone out to seek pleasure again. Shuiran is worried and anxious, fearing that her grandson might shave his head and become a monk, leaving him all alone as an old man.
A completely bald monk? The image is too beautiful to imagine.
No, absolutely not! How could my grandson suffer like this? It's just women; there are plenty everywhere. One Mo Chuyu is gone, but there are countless Li Chuyus and Zhang Chuyus.
From then on, Shui Ran became obsessed with finding women for her grandson.
Yunming pursed his lips, snorted, and pulled the blanket over his head and body.
"No, I want Chuyu, I only want Chuyu," Yunming said defiantly.
Shui Ran felt that her grandson deserved better. How could a divorced woman, who was nearly fifty, be worthy of her beloved grandson?
"Feifei, the girl downstairs is very pretty. If you see her, you'll definitely be satisfied." Shui Ran trusted her own judgment; no ugly gourd or cracked fruit could compare to a fresh and delicate flower.
Yunming pulled back the blanket, tearing a hole in it. He tilted his head back slightly, struggling to lift it, his round eyes looking at Shuiran with a silly, cute expression.
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