Chapter 940: Belated Wedding Night (Part 3)
Han Siqu was already losing control amidst this beautiful sound. He had never imagined that kissing the woman he loved would be such an indescribably wonderful, urgent, and almost maddening feeling.
Perhaps it was because it was too difficult to obtain, or maybe because of the many chaotic past events, or perhaps because they feared they could never fully possess each other like normal lovers do, so even such a deeply moving moment was so stimulating, making him feel overwhelmingly joyous and fulfilled, as if he were about to take flight.
He almost thought he was dreaming, wishing that time would stop at this moment, never moving forward or backward by even a fraction of a second.
In the past, he really didn’t enjoy matters between men and women. They were too numb, like completing a task, with no moment of enjoyment or pleasure. It mostly involved using alcohol as a medium for venting.
He truly didn’t like it.
Because every time he saw those women, he felt as if they were mocking him, dismissing him, filling his heart with resentment and unwillingness.
Over time, even if he frequently stayed out all night, even if he spent days drunk in the red-light districts, he rarely actually engaged with any woman. More often, he just wanted to escape, as if by not returning or facing it, everything would somehow be different.
If not for the day he was finally able to stand by her side, able to spend his life with her, he would’ve truly lost interest in such matters. But when holding her, he realized it wasn’t that he lacked interest or was indifferent, but rather that she wasn’t who he desired.
Holding the person he wanted, he understood that even a kiss could drive him completely mad and out of control.
Su Yaogeng, overwhelmed by him, was like floating in water without a raft, instinctively clinging to his neck, pressing closer as if it would alleviate the crushing helplessness and intense longing for more.
The hand Han Siqu placed on Su Yaogeng’s waist could no longer resist, gently undoing her robe’s tie, caressing gently towards her chest, the warmth from his palm continuously challenging his boundaries and limits, fearing if he didn’t stop, he would truly go mad, unable to control himself...
Han Siqu struggled desperately to restrain himself, yet at this moment already enticed beyond resistance and pressed against him by instinct, Su Yaogeng completely shattered Han Siqu’s sanity. Han Siqu flipped her over, pressing Su Yaogeng beneath him. The increasingly desperate Han Siqu was already at the brink of breakdown; he was utterly unable to restrain himself anymore.
In extreme anguish, Han Siqu barely managed to hold it together, large beads of sweat rolled from his forehead. He grasped Su Yaogeng’s hand, pulling it downwards, his voice suppressed with pain and an uncontrollable hoarseness: "Yaoyao, Yaoyao... I’m sorry, I, I, you, help me, Yaoyao, Yaoyao..."
Su Yaogeng only then realized she hadn’t told him, that she actually already...
And at that moment, her hand was already held by him, gently touching his lower self, the searing heat almost burning her hand, causing her thoughts to grow similarly heated, whispering softly—