Beautiful is the woman!
The Creator, from the beginning until now, has always had a purpose: the unity of strength and softness, with the hundred-refined steel representing softness.
On the black sofa, Bei Ran’s petite figure is almost entirely covered by Gu Qingchen, leaving only a pair of long, snowy-white legs, flickering outside...
Gu Qingchen gazes at the little woman in his arms, acknowledging that in four years of marriage, the most attuned aspect between them is making love!
The natural attraction between a man and a woman does not require sweet nothings, nor declarations of love.
She can say at any time, any place, "Qingchen, I love you!"
But, the truth of this statement is questionable!
She knows how to please him at the right time, cheer him up, and make him happy!
However, she never clings to him, never causes him trouble, never provokes disputes!
She is a perfect wife!
Yet, Gu Qingchen knows in his heart that she does not love him!
Or, maybe this is for the best.
Both wearing a mask of pretense, displaying affection when it’s time, addressing physical needs when necessary.
As long as the demands are not too much, this is the best way to get along.
Without talking about love, one avoids headaches.
However, she has forgotten that all men have a darker side.
The unattainable is always on the mind, and what is attained fuels the desire for more.
The primal instincts of male animals can be observed in the African grasslands, where their initial aim is to defend their territory, conquer the females, and have them bear children, many children...
"Qingchen..." Bei Ran’s mind is ablaze, as if it’s about to ignite, "I’m still hot..."
And at this moment, Bei Ran feels as if he is truly caressing her beating, flushed heart!
Her heart is thumping, beat by beat.
His fingertips, likewise, dance up and down to the rhythm.
"How come I don’t see myself living in your heart?" Gu Qingchen whispers softly.
Bei Ran truly feels as if she has been laid open; seeing him deliberately torment her, but unwilling to move forward, she hastens to say, "I do, really I do..."
"Is that so?" Gu Qingchen’s fingers tap rhythmically against her chest, in sync with her heartbeat, "If it’s clinging tightly to bridge piers, I’m waiting for you beneath a thousand fathoms deep, if water comes, I’m waiting for you amidst the water, if fire comes, I’m waiting for you in the ashes..."
Bei Ran repeats the phrase: "If it’s clinging tightly to bridge piers, I’m waiting for you beneath a thousand fathoms deep, if water comes, I’m waiting for you amidst the water, if fire comes, I’m waiting for you in the ashes..."
"Who did you write this for?" Gu Qingchen still hasn’t forgotten to settle this old score!
Bei Ran is somewhat bewildered, who did she write this for? How does she not know?
Not to be outdone, she tries again!
But the man above her head says: "Don’t bother, if I don’t give it to you, do you think you can get it? Only by answering my question obediently will there be a reward, which will make you even happier! Otherwise, I’ll let you take care of it yourself... Do you want me to watch you resolve it by yourself, hmm...?"
His last "hmm" is drawn out provocatively, sending shivers through her, as she uncontrollably clings tighter to him.
Bei Ran has already been teased to the brink of devouring him!
Yet, she can’t beat him!
Her arms and legs wrap around him tightly, her voice soft and tender: "It’s written for you, I wrote it for you, that was our first year of marriage, I knew you didn’t love me, but I love you... Qingchen, if it’s clinging tightly to bridge piers, I’m waiting for you beneath a thousand fathoms deep... Qingchen, if water comes, I’m waiting for you amidst the water... Qingchen, if fire comes, I’m waiting for you in the ashes... Qingchen, *** , month after month, rising and plunging into my swollen body, like ancient carvings on a stone pillar, my arms covered with barnacles, hair... tangling in the raging currents like a nest of snakes..."
Gu Qingchen listens to her unwavering declarations of love for him!