He never knew a woman’s lips could be so sweet. It was the tenderest heart of a May rose, the first sip of honey gathered by a bee, the first sliver of a crescent moon at dusk, the first taste of an intoxicating dream...
There was no wind, yet his robes fluttered. He had drunk no wine, yet he was intoxicated. A re kiss, and he was already smitten.
When she was on the verge of suffocation, he let her go.
At that mont, he gazed at her—like a connoisseur of jewels seeing the most brilliant diamond. It was natural, unpolished, yet so exceptionally fine it needed no such refinent. Erging from the earth as it was, it was already magnificent, already perfect.
Especially when his large hand brushed her soft, black hair. The sunlight streaming through the window touched her face, revealing fine, downy hairs on her cheeks and forehead. She was as fresh and pure as an orchid blooming in the depths of a secluded valley.
Even a seasoned lover like him was montarily stunned, uncertain how to proceed.
In his entire life, he had never encountered such a woman—he hadn’t even imagined this kind of ultimate beauty.
A voice inside cried out, Heavens! Is this real?
His heart throbbed with waves of euphoria. He didn’t know why he was so overjoyed.
At that mont, a wave of greed rose within him—a greed even stronger than desire, like a gold prospector who had rely hoped for a minor find suddenly discovering a vast gold mine.
But then he rembered that diagnostic report: "AIDS Patient."
He chuckled and pulled her into his arms again. "Little deceiver... you little deceiver..."
His kiss enveloped her once more. She was still obedient, submissive, not resisting in the slightest.
But this submissiveness was far from rigid. Her entire being was surprisingly soft, like white willow catkins or a faint cloud. To his touch, she exuded a delicate warmth and gentle allure—
An enchanting woman! People in ancient tis used to compare beautiful won to jade. So, this was what a true jade-like beauty was.
A gust of wind blew past, and she suddenly felt a piercing cold, as if ice had instantly frozen her to the marrow... It was like Huang Xiaojue’s gaze, his heartrending cry, "Xixi... Xixi... Think about your mom. You have no burdens now, why won’t you regain your freedom?..."
Freedom! What is my freedom? What was my greatest aspiration back then?
Wan Donglin exerted slight force, trying to turn her averted face toward him. She scread and, with surprising strength, shoved him away. She jumped up and sped off. After only a few steps on the stairs, she slipped and, with a series of THUDS, tumbled down the long staircase.
Wan Donglin was horrified. By the ti he reached her, she had already fallen to the ground, unconscious, her face streaked with blood.
Several maids, hearing the commotion, hurried over. They gathered around, but none dared to get closer.
Wan Donglin bellowed in fury, "What are you all standing around for? Go and get Dr. Xu!"
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