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The phone screen lit up, displaying a full battery.
She whispered softly, "Have you charged it?"
Du Heng responded gently, but his hand firmly grasped her as she tried to escape. "Yes, it's charged, I promise it's perfectly fine."
As he spoke, an ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them.
"We're the same."
The moment the words left his lips, the thrill of the water playing fish and the hazy desire brought on by alcohol intertwined and erupted completely.
Throughout the night, ripples continued to spread. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Time seemed to stand still, with only their breaths and heartbeats filling the silence.
When she fell silent, he reluctantly stopped and lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded down, washing away fatigue and passion, leaving behind endless tenderness and affection.
"Wash up and sleep again, be good."
"Okay."
"I won't move you anymore, I promise."
"My darling, you smell so good no matter where you are."
When Zhi Mu Jiu woke up, the sunlight outside was bright and dazzling; it was already broad daylight.
She tried to move but couldn't get up; her entire body ached terribly, and the discomfort made her furrow her brows involuntarily.
Her head felt heavy and dizzy, as if filled with lead.
Du...
She wanted to call his name, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper.
Her mouth felt parched, and each swallow was a struggle. The dizziness made it hard for her to distinguish between reality and dreams. She had no strength left in her body, as if all her energy had been drained away. Was this the result of that man's insatiable desire?
She felt utterly exhausted, every part of her body marked by his touch. Bruises and kisses adorned her skin, even the lingering traces of intimacy made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. All she could remember was how she had started out in tears, adamantly refusing to let him take things further. But soon after, she found herself wanting nothing more than to drown in the exquisite sensations.
This was the first time for Du Chengyan as well; how could he be so overwhelming? Chi Mu Jiu dared not dwell on Du Chengyan's boldness from last night—it was simply too shameful. She felt like a puppet in his hands.
Her head throbbed, and her body ached. Wait, where had Du Chengyan gone? A wave of concern washed over her as she tilted her head and slowly surveyed the room.
Her gaze landed on the tattered gown draped over the casual sofa; the shredded fabric seemed to narrate the madness of the previous night. What embarrassed her even more was that her intimate garments were hanging from the bathroom doorknob. The humiliation was unbearable.
She bit her lip, convinced he had deliberately left those things for her to see. Given Du Chengyan's habits, he always washed his own intimate clothing after changing; this situation should never have happened.
He must have done this on purpose! The thought made her face flush with anger, but the pain in her head only intensified, throbbing at her temples. This wine was potent; just two bottles had left her head buzzing.
She recalled their first night together when she had downed nearly half a bottle of strong liquor, yet she hadn’t felt this terrible upon waking up.
Confirming that Du Chengyan was nowhere to be found in the room only deepened Chi Mu Jiu's irritation.
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