The night was thick, with broken moonlight hiding among layers of overlapping foliage, mottled yet gentle.
It was something she had never felt before, unfamiliar, and she couldn't help but sob softly.
After wiping her tears, Cui Yun went to the washroom. The bite mark on her neck was deep, made when she could not restrain herself.
He washed his hands methodically. It seemed as though the firmness and softness lingered on top of his hands.
The girl was too delicate and even more sensitive.
He feared hurting her. Merely testing her with shallow movements, she already had red-rimmed eyes, dodging and panicking beside Cui Yun's ear. Softly pleading.
—Please don't do this.
She was so small, a single finger could hardly support her.
How could she bear what follows...
Cui Yun's Adam's apple moved as he unexpectedly lost his voice, not knowing who he was really punishing.
By the time he emerged from the washroom, moist all over, an hour had passed.
