Chapter 124: The Drunken Night 2
The kiss deepened, a slow burn that seared through their veins. Wu Yifan could feel Ye Xiwen's heart racing against his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their lips moved in a rhythm as old as time. When he finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen and parted.
"How do you feel?" he whispered, brushing a stray hair from her face.
Ye Xiwen nodded, too breathless to speak. The kiss had left her weak, her body humming with a longing she'd never known before.
Wu Yifan kissed her again, softer this time, his voice low and sincere. "Time will pass, the world will change… but my love for you? It will never waver."
Something in Ye Xiwen snapped. The last wall around her heart crumbled, and she surged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Her kiss was clumsy but eager, a testament to her inexperience—and her total surrender. She no longer cared about being "proper" or "reserved." She was a woman, and she wanted him.
Wu Yifan gently pushed her onto the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her dress had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the curve of her collarbone and the soft swell of her breasts. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving little to the imagination. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the zipper, his fingers笨拙 (bènzhuō, clumsy) with urgency.
"Here," Ye Xiwen giggled, reaching behind her to undo the clasp herself. The dress fell away, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra and panties—delicate, white, *innocent*.
Wu Yifan's breath caught. She was exquisite. Her skin glowed like pearl in the lamplight, her curves soft yet defined, every inch of her a masterpiece. When she shyly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, he felt his blood roar in his veins. Her breasts were full, her nipples a soft pink, and he ached to touch her, to taste her.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked, her voice small but bold, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he groaned, losing the last of his self-control.
"You're perfect," he said, and meant it.
He kissed her as he undressed, his hands roaming her body—caressing her waist, cupping her breasts, sliding down to the curve of her hips. Ye Xiwen arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her as his fingers brushed the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, letting him pull them off, and suddenly they were both naked, skin to skin, no barriers left.
Wu Yifan paused, looking into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
Ye Xiwen nodded, her lips finding his. "I'm sure."
The first thrust was slow, tentative, both of them gasping at the intimacy. Ye Xiwen winced—a sharp, brief pain—but it melted into something else, a warmth that spread through her limbs as Wu Yifan moved gently, carefully. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, whispering praises against her skin as he picked up the pace, and soon the pain was forgotten, replaced by a pleasure so intense it made her dizzy.
She'd heard stories, of course—vague, embarrassed whispers from friends—but nothing had prepared her for this. The way their bodies fit together, the way he made her feel cherished and desired, the building heat that coiled in her belly until she cried out, lost in the ecstasy. Wu Yifan followed soon after, his body shuddering as he buried his face in her neck.
For a long time, they lay tangled together, too spent to move. The room was quiet, save for their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of sheets.
Ye Xiwen opened her eyes, watching Wu Yifan's chest rise and fall. He seemed to be asleep, his face relaxed in the afterglow. She smiled, snuggling closer, but a twinge of pain between her legs made her wince. "Bastard," she muttered, though there was no anger in it. "No regard for me at all. What if I can't walk tomorrow?"
But her smile gave her away. She'd never felt so alive, so *loved*. She traced the curve of his jaw, wondering at the turn her life had taken. A few weeks ago, she'd been a lonely businesswoman, guarding her heart like a fortress. Now, she was tangled in bed with a man who made her laugh, who challenged her, who loved her—flaws and all.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Wu Yifan's eyes flew open, and he grinned. "Surprise attack?"
Ye Xiwen yelped, pulling back, her cheeks flushing. "You're awake! I thought—"
"I was resting my eyes," he said, pulling her back into his arms. His hands slid down her body, gentle but suggestive. "But if you're up for more…"
Ye Xiwen's eyes widened. "No! I—" She bit her lip, embarrassed. "That was… a lot. Can we… rest? Please?"
Wu Yifan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Of course, Wenwen. I was teasing." He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the faint tremble in her limbs. He'd been too eager, too rough. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"You didn't," she said, snuggling into his chest. "It was… amazing. Just… tiring."
He stroked her hair, his heart full. "We have all the time in the world. No rush."
Ye Xiwen nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear—it was the most peaceful she'd felt in years. Before she drifted off, she murmured, "I love you."
Wu Yifan smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I love you too, Wenwen."
Outside, the moon rose high, casting a silvery glow through the window. In the quiet of the apartment, two souls finally found their home.