Moonlight, like water, cascaded silently while the breeze teased the gauze curtains, letting a few strands of light into the room to dance upon their bodies.
Ling Chuxia’s heartbeat raced, and her palms were drenched in sweat. Though she had impulsively thrown herself at him, she was utterly insecure, so while her lips met Shi Che’s, it was merely a gentle press against his lips, even trembling slightly.
Ling Chuxia’s sudden kiss had caught Shi Che completely off guard. The softness of her lips as they suddenly came into contact, the fragrance of her body enveloping him, her slender arms wrapping around him—they all made Shi Che’s heart race. Because of her nervousness, her body trembled a bit, and her sleeping gown, already disheveled from tossing in bed, looked especially enticing under the moonlight.
The desires he had suppressed were woken in an instant, and flames sparked rapidly in his dark eyes. The hands that had been about to push Ling Chuxia away stopped, and even, unconsciously, pulled her closer once more.
The woman before him was seducing Shi Che bit by bit, and he seemed to be falling into a beautiful dream. He squeezed Ling Chuxia tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to meld her entirely into his flesh and blood.
Ling Chuxia, held too tightly, let out a soft whimper of pain. Shi Che’s eyes flickered, and while he kept holding her close, he eased his grip slightly. Then, parting his lips, he tenderly captured Ling Chuxia’s, kissing her in a reversal of roles.
His movements were unexpectedly gentle, lacking the previous forcefulness or malice, and instead, were filled with an ultimate tenderness, leaving traces in every nook tenderly—as if he was handling his most beloved woman.
A haze of bewilderment and incredulity tinged the depths of Ling Chuxia’s eyes. Shi Che hadn’t kissed her in a long time—it seemed only during their honeymoon had he been so entwined. Afterward, his kisses became vicious bites, rough tugs, devoid of any gentleness, merely outlets for his rage.
Ling Chuxia felt as if she had truly returned to those early days of marriage.
Back when they had just married, Shi Che had been truly tender to her, tender enough to drown someone in that feeling, and Ling Chuxia could even sense a flavor of cherishment.
In such matters, she had always harbored a deep-seated fear, yet he was always incredibly patient. Knowing she was scared, he would always take the time to settle her nerves completely.
Ling Chuxia’s gaze progressively glazed over as she felt Shi Che’s kisses migrate to her neck, his gentleness and passion causing one’s heart to soften involuntarily.