The night was like a thick satin of ink, a silent provocation flowing through the stillness.
Mist swirled and steamed, tightly wrapping the ambiguity and sweetness together until every inch of the air seemed soaked in honey.
Wu Li's kisses fell in fine, fragmented trails, meandering down from her delicate jawline.
The moment his thin lips touched her collarbone, the young girl gave a gentle shudder.
Her collarbone protruded slightly, slender and beautiful.
Just beneath it lay a very faint little red spot, resting on her creamy skin, as vivid as cinnabar.
He could not resist gently tracing that little mole with the tip of his tongue.
As if wanting to take it into his own body.
Gradually, a moist crimson spread around that little red spot, like a trace of rouge slowly blooming in the snow.
His eyes suddenly darkened. Somewhere deep in his heart, a cluster of fire silently blossomed, flickering, burning with a satisfaction that bordered on trembling.
It looked like a mark.
One that belonged only to him.
A silent possession.
Once the thought took root, it grew wild and untamed. He became addicted to leaving these devout brands one by one.
Lili... that's enough...
When his lips wandered to her shoulder, Chai Xiaomi curled up from the ticklish sensation, reaching out to press against his shoulder in an attempt to stop his increasingly excessive hickey-planting behavior.
At this rate of planting, she probably wouldn't be able to face anyone for a while.
Not enough.
He mumbled in response, not pausing at all, carving another crimson mark onto her rounded shoulder.
Only then did he lift his eyes to look at her, his gaze heavy with mist.
Far from enough.
Every time he left a mark on her, he felt as though a piece of his broken, fragmented soul had been put back together, as if he were being reshaped bit by bit.
Those sweet, sour, burning, restless heartbeats, those vague yet surging emotions.
They made him lose all control.
He lowered his head to kiss her again, tangling with her soft lips while fondly kneading her arm.
Her body was incredibly soft, now flushed with a tipsy pale pink, like newly ripened peach flesh, white tinged with red, so delicate it could break at the slightest touch.
He couldn't help but marvel at how such a soft little girl could exist in this world.
He wanted so badly to pinch into that white and pink skin, yet he didn't dare use any force, terrified that even a little pressure would hurt her.
She was like the handful of little daisies he had kept on his windowsill as a child.
Clean, pure, carrying the fresh sweetness of morning dew.
They had to be watered with clear water, allowed to bask in the sunlight, and meticulously cared for to bloom even more beautifully.
But none of them were as delicate as the one in his arms.
The slightest displeasure would make her frown, hum with a soft nasal tone, and start whining like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Like right now.
If you... if you keep giving me hickeys, I won't let you kiss me anymore.
Chai Xiaomi was breathless from his kisses, her cheeks dyed a deep red. She hurriedly covered her neck with one hand. It's too conspicuous here, people will easily see it. Have you no shame? Besides, sucking on the neck has risks.
Wu Li vaguely guessed what she meant by planting strawberries.
In fact, upon hearing the words people will easily see it, the darkness in his eyes deepened. He wanted to leave an even deeper mark right there and then, but the word risks made him suddenly pause.
Although he didn't know exactly what those risks were, he ultimately gave up on the idea.
Then—
He dragged out the ending note, his eyes churning with thick desire, his long black nails instinctively hooking onto the thin string at the edge of her camisole, Change to another place?
Hidden this deep, she surely wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing it anymore.
If anyone truly dared to covet it, he wouldn't mind making those eyes close forever.
He had once caught a hasty glimpse of it.
Here...
It seemed even softer.
When they held each other tightly, that sensation had transmitted through the thin fabric, blurry yet distinct.
Wu Li hooked onto that thin string, but hesitated to move.
He was waiting.
Waiting for her to nod, or for a word of permission.
Until he saw her eyelashes flutter and she gave a slight nod.
The young man's slender fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.
Then, like a thirsty beast freed from its restraints, carrying a trace of long-suppressed anxiety, he gently flicked away the final layer of flimsy covering.
The silk fell silently among the flowers.
The young girl's thick long hair cascaded like a waterfall of ink, half-hiding her chest.
Black as ink, white as snow.
And hidden in between was exactly like the fruit hanging from tender branches in early spring.
Barely ripe, lustrous and full.
He brushed aside the ink-like hair, his palm covering the gleaming snow.
Finally, he lowered his head.
He tasted it...
Wu Li's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently took it into his mouth.
As if frozen in place, he held it carefully just like that, without any further movement.
He restrained himself so much that he held his breath, not even daring to move the tip of his tongue in the slightest.
As if this were a fragile dream that would shatter at a touch.
But the corners of his eyes were already wet and red, misted with a pitiful layer of moisture, like a young beast trapped in a snare that didn't dare to struggle, innocent and enduring.
They always said that feeling sorry for a man would bring a lifetime of bad luck.
But the way he looked right now.
It was simply too unfair!!
You can bite... but, but be gentle.
Chai Xiaomi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, her eyelashes trembling violently.
Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the soft, scattered petals beneath her.
Every step after that.
He acted as though he were treading on thin ice.
He only dared to proceed further under her repeated permissions.
His movements were devoutly cautious, filled with infinite tenderness.
As if she were a handful of moonlight resting on the water's surface; a gentle touch would shatter her into sparkling silver fragments that could never be gathered back into his palm.
Even the slightest probing required the prior consent of her gaze.
Those heterochromic eyes were clouded with mist from arousal, making him look incredibly obedient.
As obedient as a long-tamed little beast.
Clearly craving it to his very bones, yet still submissively lying in his master's palm.
His clothes were half-undressed, hanging messily on his arms. Fine sweat beaded on his heaving chest, glowing with a damp sheen under the moonlight.
His breathing had long become too heavy to suppress, and every bob of his Adam's apple was accompanied by a strained swallowing sound.
Chai Xiaomi was almost worn out of her temper by his teasing.
The slight itch in her heart gradually turned into a faint annoyance.
This guy... couldn't be doing this on purpose, could he?
Deliberately teasing her with this kind of tactic?
Using those wet eyes and such a restrained, agonizing posture to inch by inch coax her heart into softening, luring her to take the initiative.
He was practically like a master angler well-versed in this art.
Flustered and annoyed, she grabbed a handful of petals and tossed them at the half-kneeling youth.
Who... who asks for permission at every single step! The petals fluttered down onto his shoulders and the tips of his hair. Her voice was soft and urgent, Are... are you capable or not?
The little girl was too young after all.
Tonight she finally truly understood a principle.
A man cannot be provoked.
Especially a young man.
If you dare to question his ability.
He will use his actions to make you completely take those words back.
The petals fluttered in the air, and before they even finished falling, she suddenly bit her lip and sharply drew in a breath of cold air.
Wu Li didn't say a word, yet he had already answered her.
