Shen Zhiyi was so embarrassed by his increasingly forceful approach that she almost fainted.
She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, remaining silent.
However, there were undercurrents beneath the water.
Duan Xingzhi pressed his breath against her shoulder, wrapped his arms around her waist, and couldn't help but bite and kiss the side of her neck.
"Is that okay?" he asked.
He wanted to be with her right now.
They are inseparable.
This confirms that her confession to him was truly from her heart.
Rather than sympathy or pity.
Shen Zhiyi's body went limp as she leaned against the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head back and clutching his hair with her fingertips. She asked shyly, "I don't feel anything right now, do you still want to come?"
Duan Xingzhi raised his head and traced her face with a lingering gaze.
He whispered, "How could you not feel anything?"
"I miss you."
"I'm going crazy thinking about it."
Perhaps he should let her see his desires, see the overwhelming thoughts that arose because of her.
Those feelings were direct and overwhelming.
It's clear that it has a strong presence.
Shen Zhiyi sighed softly, her strength waning, like a gardenia floating on water, clinging to the branches.
They huddled together.
They gave their whole heart to each other without any separation.
In the small bathtub, they confirmed their boundless love for each other.
Although all their senses were numbed, they could still clearly feel each other's intense pleasure.
Full, satisfied, ecstatic.
Duan Xingzhi, caught between pain and joy, saw Shen Zhiyi's dazed and flushed face.
"Ayi, I love you."
He kissed her, like a wandering child finally returning home, and said firmly, "My love will never change."
...
The following evening.
Duan Xingzhi was anxious and felt guilty when he saw that Shen Zhiyi was still unconscious.
They were quite outrageous last night.
Because their senses were blocked, the two of them were tireless and continued their activities until dawn.
In the end.
The bathtub cracked.
The screen was also crushed.
Even the red curtains on the bed were torn in many places.
When it was noon, Zhang De sent someone to inquire and learned that Shen Zhiyi was still resting and Duan Xingzhi was seriously injured. He then ordered that no one should disturb them and that they should just take care of them.
This prevented the two from feeling too awkward in the East Palace.
The first thing Duan Xingzhi did upon waking up was to apply anesthetic to his wounds.
Shen Zhiyi was still unaware.
He couldn't find any painkillers, fearing she would be in pain when she woke up.
My temples were throbbing with anxiety.
Shen Zhiyi slowly awoke.
"Ayi, how are you? Does it hurt?" Duan Xingzhi asked worriedly, lying beside her. "Where did you put the painkillers?"
Tell me quickly.
Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, then shook her head.
"I'm not in pain."
She moved her arms and found that apart from some soreness in her legs, she felt no pain anywhere else.
Thinking of the passion of last night, Shen Zhiyi blushed slightly.
"It doesn't hurt?" Duan Xingzhi frowned. "How could it not hurt?"
"Don't hide it from me."
According to the time of day, the effects of the pills should have worn off by now, and the empathy should have returned.
As Shen Zhiyi thought of something, a sudden flash of inspiration struck her.
She instinctively pinched herself.
He asked Duan Xingzhi, "Does it hurt?"
Duan Xingzhi nodded, a rare occurrence for him.
He pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and took her hand. "Don't pinch yourself, it hurts me too."
“Strange…” Shen Zhiyi frowned.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pinched Duan Xingzhi's arm again.
She did not feel any pain.
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