That thought pierced straight into the softest place in Chen Jin's heart like a needle, dragging out the selfishness and brutality hidden deep within his bones. He poured all of it into his movements, driving deeper with each spasm of her body. They said that place was closest to a woman's soul—only then could he be closer to her. And he consoled himself with one final thought: at least at this moment, she belonged to him.
Broken moans drifted into his ears, dissonant and shattered, like a melody stripped of its key. Chen Jin lifted her face with one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze, and asked coldly,
"Does it hurt?"
As he spoke, he drove into her again, viciously. Satisfied by her sharp cry, he curled his lips into a cruel smile.
"Do you like it?"
Lin Wan met his eyes in a daze, as if she couldn't even comprehend his words. Her situation was utterly miserable—suspended between heaven and earth, shattered by relentless force until her bones felt ready to fall apart, her soul flung halfway out of her body. And yet, astonishingly, there remained a faint sliver of sensation that allowed her to drift between illusion and reality, tasting that strange, indescribable feeling. Her brows knitted together as she whispered,
"I feel awful…"
That soft, glutinous tone instantly subdued the savage violence raging inside him. Chen Jin froze, resting his forehead against her shoulder, muttering in helpless grievance,
"I feel awful too…"
His body was drowning in supreme pleasure, yet his spirit was enduring a slow, lingering execution. Staring at the rain-dampened, flowerlike face before him, he sighed inwardly. When you fall in love with someone, she is your heaven—and your hell. For a single glimpse of that heaven, he had already endured eighteen levels of hell in endless cycles…
He gazed at her for a long moment, entranced, then lifted her chin and kissed her fiercely, sucking, stirring, wreaking havoc inside her mouth. Beneath them, a new rhythm began—violent as a raging storm. Lin Wan could not withstand his increasingly frenzied assault and began to twist and struggle. He held her tightly, soothing her with tenderness.
"Wanwan… just a little longer. Just a moment…"
The last words were drowned in heavy, ragged breaths. His climax surged like a train hurtling at full speed, roaring in without warning. At the final second before being obliterated, he pulled away in time, trembling as he released against her thighs. Then he held her tightly, kissing her over and over, as if celebrating a survival snatched from catastrophe.
That afternoon I fell into an uncanny stillness. It was as though the world had been reduced to only two sounds—the steady patter of rain striking the water outside the window, and the rising and falling of breath within the room.
Desire never truly disappears under suppression. It only erupts with greater fury after restraint. The battlefield shifted from the bathroom to the bed. Chen Jin kissed Lin Wan from head to toe, with careful devotion, with reverent worship. He felt her melt beneath his burning lips and tongue like ice cream under summer heat. Then he parted her legs and drew her around his waist, sinking slowly into her once more.
No amount was ever enough. That warm, tender place was where all his longing led. Only when she enveloped him completely did his heart finally find its peace. He was like a traveler lost for years—finally finding the road that led him home…
Lin Wan kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid that she would lose herself in the dark, luminous depths of his gaze. Yet when sight was sealed away, the other senses sharpened with terrifying clarity. Every sensation in her body converged on a single point. She was like a lone boat adrift on the surface of the sea, rising and falling in the waves he summoned.
When the greatest swell arrived, she was flung high—so high she nearly touched the clouds. A cry tore free from her lips, and in helpless reflex she clutched the man before her. He gathered her into his arms in return, holding her tightly as they trembled together, breaths interwoven—like two leaves clinging to one another in the heart of a storm. Between heaven and earth, they had only each other.
The echo of climax lingered unbroken. Lin Wan lay with her head resting on the edge of the bed, eyes wide yet unfocused as she stared at the ceiling. After Chen Jin recovered, he pressed close to her and kissed her cheeks again and again, stroking the sweat-damp skin of her body, whispering softly into her ear with warm breath,
"Wanwan…"
She hushed him in a hoarse voice.
"Listen."
Chen Jin obediently perked up his ears. Amid the rain, he indeed caught the faint trace of singing—indistinct, yet unmistakably tender.
A soft smile surfaced on Lin Wan's face.
"It sounds beautiful."
"Probably arranged to climb through a window tonight," Chen Jin scoffed softly. "But I do like this place."
He lifted his head and looked at her straight on.
"Do you like it?"
She remained silent, so he nudged her nose with his own, pestering her playfully.
"I'm asking you, little pig."
Her nose tingled from the tapping, and the image of a pig's snout flickered through her mind. Annoyed and amused at once, she tried to push him away—only to realize both her hands were pinned to the bed by his, fingers tightly entwined.
Chen Jin scratched lightly at her palm with his thumb, smiling as he asked again,
"Do you like it?"
Left with no choice, she gave a perfunctory hum, thick with a nasal tone. He lit up instantly, grinning with complete satisfaction.
"I like it too."
His scorching breath puffed against her face as he spoke.
Only after lingering for some time did Chen Jin finally lift himself up and tug at her nose in an exaggerated motion to "restore it to its proper shape." Lin Wan blinked in surprise—she could see two crescent moons reflected in his dark pupils, glittering faintly. They were strangely beautiful.
—
Lin Wan was awakened by the sound of Chen Jin on the phone. Night had already fallen. The room was dark, the lights still off. She picked up a piece of clothing from the bedside and threw it on before getting out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, her knees nearly gave out. Her legs were so weak they hardly felt like her own.
She steadied herself against the bed. In that instant, countless fragments rushed through her mind before collapsing into a single, soundless sigh.
Though Chen Jin kept his voice deliberately low, she could still discern the anger beneath it. Something clearly had gone wrong at the company. She hesitated, then moved toward the wardrobe. Her hand had just reached the door when footsteps sounded behind her—and with a click, the light came on.
She turned back and met Chen Jin's complicated expression. Following his unabashed gaze, she lowered her head—and froze. She was wearing his white dress shirt. The stand-clear one. The one that had been soaked that afternoon. It was still faintly damp.
Chen Jin walked toward her directly.
"I thought you might sleep a little longer."
Heat crept up her face. She lowered her eyes, twisting the loose cuff between her fingers, making small talk to hide her unease.
"Something happened at your company?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she wished she could bite her tongue clean off. Chen Jin merely looked slightly taken aback before saying casually,
"Something did come up. It's a bit tricky."
"Then you should hurry back."
He hesitated.
"I was hoping to stay with you and have fun for a few more days…"
She cut in quickly,
"It's fine. There will be changes later."
Realizing the implication sounded wrong, she hurried to correct herself.
"I mean—I'll manage on my own."
For a while, no response came. She could only hear the increasingly distinct sound of his breathing above her head. That heavy silence became an unbearable torment, and she even felt inexplicably short of confidence.
When she finally looked up, she met Chen Jin's gaze—deep and still as water. It reminded her of Lugu Lake beneath moonlight. Shaking off those chaotic thoughts, she hurriedly returned to the earlier topic.
"Didn't you say… travel is an emotional process…"
Chen Jin suddenly laughed. He lifted his hand and gently squeezed her shoulder, his voice exceptionally tender.
"Alright. I'll have someone book the tickets right away. And—change your clothes quickly. Don't catch a cold."
Her face heated all over again. She only wanted to find a hole and disappear into it.