Over the next few days, it rained. The sea breeze that had once been oppressively hot turned pleasantly cool, no longer making people feel suffocated by the heat.
Feng Guang stood by the window. In her eyes were the forest, the distant shoreline, and drifting white clouds, yet her vacant gaze seemed to hold nothing at all.
Her illness had recovered, and the injuries on her body had healed as well. She no longer needed medicine or ointment, but that did nothing to change the man’s desire to remain intimate with her.
By dusk, the white clouds had turned into the colors of sunset.
The man, who had returned at some point without her noticing, wrapped his arms around her from behind. Before she could react, he lifted her chin and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring that softness, greedily claiming every corner and stealing every trace of her sweetness.
After a long while, he finally released her, though his lips still lingered against hers.
“Did you miss me?” he asked softly.
“Does it matter?”
He laughed quietly. “It doesn’t… because as long as Feng Guang is still by my side, then no matter what your answer is, it doesn’t matter.”
His hand slipped beneath her dress. It was the dress he had personally helped her into that morning—even the undergarments had been put on by him. His fingers finally brushed past the thin layer of fabric, gently touching the place he had once hurt. Then he kissed her again and asked in a low voice, “Does it still hurt here?”
“No matter what I say… you’ll decide the answer for yourself anyway.” Recently, because of her mood, her appetite had been getting worse and worse. Every time she ate a little and no longer wanted more, he would coax her into eating again.
She could refuse.
But he would never accept her refusal.
Qi Wei chuckled softly. He untied the ribbon knotted into a bow on the fabric, and soon the delicate garment was tossed carelessly onto the bed beside them. His arm circled her waist, pressing her back more tightly against him. The moment she felt the heat pressed against her there, she couldn’t stop herself from trembling.
“Don’t be afraid…” He kissed her gently, carefully trying to bring her pleasure instead of pain. In a low murmur, he said, “Feng Guang has been very well-behaved lately. I won’t hurt you again.”
The last time had been far from pleasant, and somewhere deep down, he had realized she had been left with lingering fear. That shadow gave him a headache. After all, her body was so sweet and tempting that he couldn’t bear to give it up, nor could he bear the sight of her trembling helplessly.
Feng Guang bit her lip, trying hard not to make any strange sounds.
As the zipper of her dress slowly slid down, his kisses trailed across her smooth back. The touches were as light as dragonflies skimming water, yet they constantly reminded the woman in his arms of the tenderness he was carefully showing her now.
Under the gentle movements of his fingers, she almost curled into herself against his chest. If not for the arm holding her firmly, her weakened legs would have long since given out beneath her.
He had always known how sensitive her body was, and he always knew exactly where those sensitive spots were. By the time he sensed she was ready—
It had only been a little over ten days since they had last been this intimate, yet to him, it felt as though ten years had passed.
Near her ear, he let out a satisfied sigh before softly asking:
“Does it feel good, Feng Guang…?”
GhostCloudd On WBICDPH Chapter 93