Just like this mont!
"Shaocheng..."
"Hmm."
"It hurts..."
"You can’t bear it?"
"My heart hurts..."
She says her heart hurts.
But doesn’t his hurt too?
He can still hold her like this, tightly embrace her, bring her joy, give her pain, give her every sensation she yearns for, but soon enough...
Two days ago, Tian Buyu called to say that two of the patients participating in the experint had committed suicide! They had experienced a re six months between discovering their sickness and taking their lives.
Yesterday morning, while brushing his teeth, he failed to hold the toothbrush steady. He looked at himself in the mirror and let out a laugh, a hearty laugh...
His sorrow is buried deep in his heart, too deep to be seen by anyone, including her!
Gu Shaocheng’s actions had beco increasingly rough, heavier and more penetrating with each passing mont, as if to deliver his terrified heart into her womb - a warm place that could bear all of him!
He heard her loud cries, but he couldn’t stop. He found pleasure in them...
The sounds she made were for him.
His eyes, full of hidden sorrow, slowly closed. He didn’t want anyone to see his vulnerability. He had to maintain his strength, his invincibility, just as he was doing now, ruthlessly conquering her, ruthlessly conquering the world!
Being strong was his best shield!
Tears stread down Chenxing’s face, "Shaocheng, why?"
Why is it that he can kiss her, "love" her, but won’t agree to take her ho?
If he was upset with her, why would he still "love" her so tenderly?
What exactly is he upset about?
She truly didn’t understand, truly wanted to!
"Should I stop?" He evaded her question, already knowing what she was asking.
She shook her head, tears raining down her face, and continued to shake her head.
Gu Shaocheng held her waist even tighter, gently tugged at her hair forcing her to tilt her head back, and at the right angle and height, he began to kiss her neck, biting her skin and sensing her trembling.
Her emotions plumted from highs to lows and then climbed back up again.
He loved her, he wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted to assure her that he didn’t want to miss out on her in this life. But the most painful part was, to confess would be to hurt her, like a needle piercing her heart, creating a lifelong scar that couldn’t be erased.
How could he be so cruel?
This was the most intense primal need Chenxing had ever experienced, almost taking her life.
The two of them went from calm to intense, then from intense back to calm, again and again, like two wounded animals licking, gnawing each other’s emotions to comfort their own wounds. Their entanglent was no ordinary act, their kisses no re pecks — their deep intertwining and their reluctance to part ways represented the direct path between two lovers who needed each other.
Outside the car, the bodyguards watched as the car shook. They turned away, stood with their backs against the car, forming a circle around it, their gazes surveying the surrounding environnt.
But even so, with their keen hearing, they could easily imagine the intensity and madness inside the car.
Their bodies were gratified beyond asure. As the rushing tide receded, she was shaking so hard she could hardly stop. Her hands instinctively clung to his neck. Weakening, she lifted her eyelids and fell into a drowsy sleep. Just before she fell asleep, she was still murmuring, "Take ho... take ho..."
As he stroked her damp hair, he didn’t know where he should drive this car to.
Nor did he know which ho he should take her back to.
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