The intimacy between a man and a woman, when she wasn't ready for it, intruded with such an ugly and terrifying form. At first, it made her feel hatred and disgust, but now it was just pure fear, an overwhelming terror. Suddenly, she felt an itch in her left ankle. Looking down, she saw her underwear had been discarded there. She jerked her leg to get rid of it, and then, a wave of sadness hit her. She closed her eyes, but the tears poured down uncontrollably, flooding her face in an instant.
"Wan Wan, why are you crying?" Chen Jin was startled when he saw her face covered in tears. Though her tears had once been his source of excitement, and had sparked his desire in the past, now, after seeing more of her expressions, he found that other versions of Lin Wan were just as lovely. Like the mischievous look she had when they were joking, or the tenderness she unknowingly showed. These expressions made her seem more alive, and gave him a sense of peace. So when he saw her crying, he felt a moment of panic.
"Don't cry, okay?" he said, raising his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. But there were so many, and they kept flowing, like a faucet that had broken. He thought of the saying, "Women are made of water." Whoever said that was truly wise. His hand froze when he realized there was... snot as well. No wonder the water supply was so abundant. He pulled off his bathrobe, wiping her face with it. It was pure cotton, very absorbent.
After throwing the bathrobe on the floor, Chen Jin reached for Lin Wan's messy hair and gently tucked it behind her head, stroking the back of her neck. He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered softly, "Wan Wan, happy 24th birthday."
When Lin Wan heard those words, she cried even harder. "Happy birthday" was such a common phrase, but at that moment, it felt so ironic. Right then, she felt like a sacrifice on a cold altar, allowing the devil to humiliate her, to flay her, to make her wish she were dead. But the devil's blessing reminded her that she was 24 now... she really should have matured by now.
Before she could continue her thoughts, Chen Jin suddenly held her tightly, as if trying to prevent her from transforming. He embraced her, with no space between them. Her bare chest pressed against his equally bare chest and abdomen, feeling a completely different texture from her own. Their hearts beat in sync, and his hot skin seemed to burn her. Unable to bear it any longer, she pushed against him with her hands.
In the next instant, he grabbed her right hand and whispered, "So cold." He brought her hand to his lips and began sucking on each finger, starting from the index finger. Lin Wan didn't know much about sex, but she knew this action was seductive, or to put it more nicely, it was entrancing. As he did this, his eyes never left hers, as though he wanted to see into her soul. Their bodies were backlit, but his eyes seemed to glow in the dimness. His tongue swirled around her fingers, and Lin Wan's heart skipped a beat. She realized that men could be seductive too.
And she, as a naive beginner, was eventually "seduced" successfully. As Chen Jin began to suck on her left middle finger, she felt a noticeable change in her body, like something uncontrollable was surging forward. Her brain's commands were completely ignored. She felt embarrassed for half a minute, but then immediately reassured herself that this just meant she was a normal woman, and that it wouldn't hurt so much next time.
Chen Jin, as a man who had been through countless experiences, immediately noticed the change in her. A smile spread across his face, and his sucking slowed down. His tongue circled around her finger, occasionally nibbling it, teasing her even more. When he finally released her little finger, he murmured, "Finally cracked your code."
Lin Wan's cheeks turned bright red at his cryptic words, and Chen Jin smiled with satisfaction, feeling a sense of pride. Their bodies were still connected, and he began moving again. This time, he wasn't as rough as before, but instead, the motions were slow, as though there was no end to each thrust, as though each one would never begin...
Some say that men conquer the world to conquer women, but Chen Jin thought that was complete nonsense. How could a woman be compared to the world? In his heart, the most important thing was himself, followed by his family, his brothers, his career... Women, as men's appendages, could only settle on the points and dots of their life as the situation dictated.
But why did he feel like he had won a victory at that moment? And with the most intense passion and high spirits, he looked forward to the entire battle's triumph. Although he loved excitement and challenges, the options never included women. It could only be said that there were always exceptions. He lowered his head to look at the soft, warm body in his arms and thought this exception was quite worth it.
Lin Wan didn't know when she had stopped crying. The dried tears stuck to his chest. Her hurried and heavy breath brushed against his skin, tickling him like a little cat lightly scratching his heart through the flesh—both unbearable and intoxicating. The new sensations coursing through her body excited him, stirred him. He had never realized that such a slow pace could bring so much pleasure. To avoid breaking this rare harmony with overwhelming emotion, Chen Jin lowered his head to kiss her hair.
His lips landed gently on the crown of Lin Wan's head. He thought of an old saying: "One swirl is crooked, two swirls are stubborn, three swirls fight to the death." His curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn't help but wonder how many swirls Lin Wan had. This mischievous little girl, stubborn and reckless—he carefully parted her hair, checking for swirls. He found only two. It turned out that Lin Wan was a naive little fool.
Recalling their many moments together, from the impulsive things Lin Wan had done since they met, Chen Jin couldn't help but smile. She was indeed a girl who had not experienced much of the world. He suddenly wanted to see her face, so he loosened his arm slightly. She had her eyes tightly shut, with tear drops still clinging to her lashes. Her face was flushed, like a ripe apple, and her lips were like fresh, dripping cherries—so tempting, so peaceful, so beautiful. She looked like a sleeping beauty, and he didn't want to disturb her. But then, a mischievous thought crossed his mind, or perhaps he just wanted to interact with her. So, he shifted her body, turning her face towards the mirror. In a soft, tender voice, he said, "Wan Wan, look how enchanting you are right now."
Lin Wan entered her own world again, as if she had opened up a new realm in her mind—a peaceful and serene place, one where Chen Jin didn't exist. She was startled awake by the low whisper from the man. She opened her eyes and saw the scene in the mirror. She gasped, horrified—so unfamiliar, so wanton… Her body tightened instantly, and at the same moment, the man reached the peak of his pleasure.
In the morning, as soon as Chen Jin moved, Lin Wan woke up. She hadn't slept soundly, and with her eyes closed, she listened to the faint sounds of movement. Then, the bathroom door opened and shut, and footsteps approached.
"Don't go to work today. I'll have someone call in for you," came his voice from above her.
Lin Wan opened her eyes. The curtains were half-drawn, and the morning light streamed in. She couldn't see his face clearly, but from this angle, he looked even more imposing. She watched as he stood there, tying his tie, issuing orders. "Eat your breakfast first, then go back to sleep."
After saying that, he walked away coolly, without hesitation. That was the person she knew. Lin Wan thought vaguely, though, he seemed a bit different now.
Ten minutes later, she propped herself up with sore muscles and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She turned it on, found a number, and dialed it. Her voice was hoarse but resolute: "... It's me. I want to see you."