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The bed was a complete mess thanks to Gu Yan. The comforter was bunched up, the sheets were disheveled, but most importantly, various liquids stained the surface, a mix of yellow and white, thoroughly soaking all the fabric.
He struggled to pull out the still-vibrating object from his rear. With a pop, the long massage wand was extracted, and Gu Yan finally exhaled the breath he had been holding. His entrance was stretched too wide to close immediately, and large amounts of lubricant flowed out, eventually absorbed by the bedding beneath him. His legs felt a bit weak.
Gu Yan trembled as he supported his waist, carefully turning over in bed. A wave of soreness hit him, but he forced himself to get off the bed, leaving the still-sheathed object behind.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Gu Yan felt he could barely support his own weight. He had to lean against the edge of the bed for support as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. The hem of his long white shirt hung down just enough to cover his pale buttocks. Walking upright caused more of the residual liquid to flow out from him, running down his thighs, pooling at his knees before finally dripping onto the floor, leaving ambiguous stains.
He walked slowly and eventually stepped into the bathroom. Gu Yan used all his strength to push open the glass door and walked over to the bathtub. He filled it with warm water at a comfortable temperature and sank down slowly, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes as he submerged himself completely.
Previously, Siren had always dealt with the aftermath of their encounters; he had never taken care of it himself. Although he would be exhausted and fall asleep right after each time, he would wake up feeling refreshed the next day—unlike now when he had to clean up after himself.
He rubbed his forehead, realizing that he seemed to be recalling Siren a bit too often. This wasn't good.
Since that morning when Siren disappeared without a trace until now, there had been no news at all. Where had he gone? What was he doing? Why hadn’t he left any messages?
Didn’t he know that disappearing without reason would cause concern?
But perhaps to Siren, he was just an expendable toy—there was no need for a toy to report its whereabouts. Maybe it was simply because Gu Yan was convenient for him that Siren chose to stay for a few days. Once bored, he would leave without a second thought.
Such beings always belonged to the depths of the sea; even if they granted brief favor, it would be lost just as quickly.
It seemed that since their first meeting, Gu Yan had always been in an extremely disadvantaged position. Back then, Siren could leave gracefully after their chance encounter while Gu Yan remained trapped in pursuit like a fool for ten years.
Gu Yan forced a bitter smile.
Even after setting aside his shame and engaging in such acts, Siren hadn’t appeared midway through; it seemed he had truly left.
Perhaps he would never come back.
He didn't know why, but the thought of never seeing Siren again brought a hint of bitterness to Gu Yan's heart. He forced himself to forget it all, but he couldn't succeed.
The water in the bathtub was clear and transparent, shimmering with ripples under the movement of his palm, just like the sea.
He recalled the vast ocean surface from ten years ago, undulating with waves just like now—one more fierce, the other more tranquil. But both were beautiful, even the night sky was pure.
The hot water softened his body, greatly relieving the soreness in his muscles. He felt dazed, as if walking on clouds. In such a comfortable environment, the steam made him drowsy, and his consciousness became unclear.
The sky was beautiful...
But...
Why did he suddenly go out in the middle of the night...
Was it just to see the night view...
Did he really leave the cabin at midnight...
Gu Yan finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, the beautiful blue scales on his chest emitted a dim light.
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