novelraw Chapter 773: About to Go Crazy
Chapter 773: About to Go Crazy
Salty and astringent.
It was real tears.
Tang Song's kiss lingered at the corner of her eye.
Her skin was as delicate as the finest mutton-fat white jade, trembling slightly under his lips.
Su Yu, as a whole, seemed to be gently pulled back to reality by something.
Not startled awake.
But slowly becoming clear-headed.
Her amber eyes finally refocused.
Her gaze pierced through the thin morning light, clearly seeing the face so close at hand.
Seeing the genuine warmth that truly existed in the depths of his eyes.She subconsciously bit her lower lip.
A sharp pain came, causing her body to tense up slightly.
She trembled as she raised her hand.
Her fingertip did not directly touch his face but hovered an inch in front of his nose.
Breath—
A warm stream of air rhythmically sprayed onto her slightly cool fingers.
It was hot.
Then, her palm slowly moved down and pressed against his left chest.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
Under her palm was a beating heart.
Steady, powerful, and fast.
The vibration frequency traveled along her arm to her entire body, gradually synchronizing with her own heartbeat.
It was alive.
Finally, her gaze fell on Tang Song's chin.
A very faint layer of blue-black stubble had emerged there.
Her fingertip gently scraped over it, bringing a prickly, rough sensation.
It was real.
Breath, heartbeat, stubble.
These trivial, real, rough details pieced together a complete, vivid Tang Song.
Not a dream.
Not an illusion woven from alcohol and longing.
Over the past few years, she had started drinking heavily, initially to numb her nerves, to get his attention this way.
But later, she began to indulge in that slightly intoxicated state.
Because only when drunk, in that half-dream, half-awake state, would she see the warm him.
"You... you saw my message?" she asked.
"I saw it." Tang Song slightly lowered his gaze. "But even if I hadn't seen it, I was originally planning to come to Paris today. I'm sorry, Su Yu. I will never let you talk to yourself alone again. Whenever you want, I'm here."
Su Yu's eyes instantly reddened, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably and violently.
She was an extremely intelligent woman, even possessing an almost monstrous intuition.
Jin Meixiao had just finished her main event in New York, and he was here.
What did this mean?
It meant he had abandoned that extremely controlling woman and come straight to her.
In the itinerary he had previously set with Mo Xiangwan, it clearly stated he would appear before her on the 25th, her actual birthday.
But now it was the morning of the 22nd.
He was a full three days early.
This wasn't like the previous concert or the visit to the Modu film and television base.
Those two times, he was like executing a task, with clear beginnings and ends, never overstepping.
But this time, he broke the rules.
"Whenever you want, I'm here."
This sentence echoed in Su Yu's mind.
She didn't dare believe it, but greedily, she didn't dare disbelieve it either.
She looked at him, her eyes flashing with a nearly insane, morbid obsession.
She wanted confirmation.
Repeated confirmation.
"Now, reply to my WeChat."
Tang Song took out his phone, opened the chat dialog in front of her.
Pressed the voice message button, released it.
"I miss you so much, Su Yu."
A thick mist of water rose in Su Yu's eyes.
She sniffled, like a little girl confirming the ownership of candy, continuing to press.
"If I call you in the future, will you answer?"
"Yes."
"If I hold a concert and invite you, will you come?"
"Yes."
"If I get sick, will you feel sorry for me, cancel work, and stay to take care of me?"
"Yes."
"If I want to eat snacks, will you buy them for me?"
"Yes."
"If I'm unhappy, will you comfort me?"
"Yes."
Her speech became faster and faster, the things she asked about became more and more trivial, as if confirming something.
And as Tang Song gently replied, as his gaze changed.
The fear in Su Yu's eyes gradually dissipated.
Replaced by a flood of grievance and ecstasy.
"Tang Song!"
She exclaimed softly, throwing herself into his arms without regard for anything else,
Bursting into loud sobs.
She cried, rubbing her tear-streaked face against his clothes, then looked up again to see his eyes.
Repeating that name over and over: "Tang Song... Tang Song..."
Yes.
She finally confirmed it.
The him before her eyes was the real him.
She had finally pierced through that thick dimensional wall.
From a pre-set "female celebrity" who could only appear in specific storylines.
She became Su Yu, who could appear by his side anytime, anywhere.
No longer bound by the rules of the game.
Tang Song's eyes were full of heartache. He reached out, pulled a tissue from beside the coffee table, and gently wiped the tear stains from her face.
His gaze moved down, landing on the deep red wine stain at the collar of her silk nightgown. Against her snow-white skin, it looked particularly glaring, like a poignant, beautiful scar.
Tang Song's hand, through the tissue, gently wiped that area of skin.
The cool sensation gradually brought Su Yu back to her senses.
She looked down.
Her chest was a mess of wine stains, her hair tangled and disheveled, her robe wrinkled beyond recognition, and she was still surrounded by the faint scent of last night's hangover.
She abruptly stood up, her face pale. "Don't look at me... Tang Song... I drank a lot last night... I haven't washed up yet... I must look ugly and smell bad right now..."
For a Diva who always maintained perfection, letting Tang Song see her in this slovenly state was simply unacceptable.
"It's okay," Tang Song held her hand, placing a light kiss on her cheek. "You're beautiful right now, really."
Su Yu was a perfect [female celebrity] cultivated by the system, with passive skills like [Fresh Breath] and [Gentle Body Scent] layered on her. Even after a night of drinking, she wouldn't be too disheveled.
"No... I can't! I need to shower... I need to go now!"
Su Yu shook her head forcefully, the corners of her eyes reddening.
She stumbled as she turned, heading towards the master bedroom.
After a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
She looked back, her eyes churning with an almost fearful unease: "You won't leave, right?"
"You'll wait for me, right?"
Tang Song stood in the gradually brightening morning light and nodded. "I won't leave."
Su Yu bit her lower lip, as if feeling this promise wasn't secure enough.
She reached out, gently curling her fingertip towards him: "Come here."
Tang Song was slightly stunned but still obediently walked towards her.
Su Yu looked at him, her gaze flowing like water. "I want you to accompany me while I shower. I want to... be able to hear your voice at any time."
"Okay." He gently held her hand.
For the current female celebrity, no matter what request she made, he would find a way to fulfill it.
The two walked into the spacious, luxurious master bedroom.
Tang Song originally thought she just wanted him to wait outside the bathroom, accompanying her with conversation.
But the female celebrity didn't stop. She directly pulled him into the bathroom.
"Click—"
The door was locked from the inside.
The large bathroom was paved with Italian marble. A huge mirror reflected warm yellow light.
In the enclosed space, ambiguity rose silently like mist.
Su Yu stood before the mirror, quietly looking at Tang Song.
She didn't speak. Instead, she directly raised her hand and untied the sash of her robe.
The silky fabric slipped away like night, pooling at her feet.
Tang Song's breath hitched.
She wasn't naked. She still wore an extremely sheer set of underwear.
Half-concealed, half-revealed, it was more lethally tempting than complete nudity.
Her skin was like cold porcelain with a faint glow, her abdominal muscles clearly defined as if carved, her long legs straight and perfectly proportioned, full curves threatening to emerge from beneath the lace, the wine stain on her chest clinging to flawless snow-white skin...
This wasn't just beauty.
This was a destructive impact.
As if the goddess Venus had just awakened from a dream soaked in red wine, with holiness and depravity merging on her body into a breath-taking tension.
Su Yu slightly lifted her chin. Her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of provocation and a hint of careful, pleading flattery.
"Does it look good?"
Tang Song felt his heart pounding heavily in his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse. "It looks good. So good I dare not breathe."
Hearing his answer, Su Yu finally smiled.
She smiled for the first time.
That smile was like a poppy blooming in the dark night—bright, unrestrained, carrying the power to destroy all rationality.
She turned around, barefoot on the cool stone floor, walking step by step towards the shower area.
It was a space enclosed by semi-transparent, frosted glass.
She pushed the door open and entered, not closing it completely but leaving a crack.
Tang Song stood outside, his gaze firmly locked on it.
A hazy silhouette moved slowly in the mist.
She raised her hand, unfastened the buttons of her top, letting it slide off.
Her fingertip hooked the thin side at her waist, removing the final concealment.
That body, worthy of being called a divine miracle, was completely exposed to the air.
The details couldn't be seen clearly, but precisely because of the blurriness, it was even more soul-stirring.
The shower turned on.
He saw water flow down her upturned neckline, trickle over the undulating curves, gather at the enticing angle of her waist, then wind down along her slender legs and curves...
Steam quickly rose, condensing into fine water droplets on the glass.
Light and shadow blurred all boundaries.
Leaving only flowing curves, moist glimmers, and floating shadows of foam.
She stretched her limbs in the steamy mist, like a slow, metaphor-filled dance.
This was the first time Tang Song so directly felt...
What it meant to be a born siren.
That was an enchantment carved into the bones, a charm flowing in the blood.
Even though he had just experienced Secretary Jin's baptism in New York.
At this moment, facing Su Yu separated by a layer of frosted glass,
Tang Song still felt his mouth dry and his heart racing wildly.
If Secretary Jin was the pinnacle of rationality, then Su Yu was the peak of sensuality.
In terms of pure physical allure, she was perfect, flawless.
She was merely standing there, taking a shower.
Yet she could easily pierce through a man's defenses, easily stir up humanity's most primitive, most insane possessiveness.
Inside the mist-filled shower area, that graceful silhouette slowly turned, facing the frosted glass.
As if seeing through it, looking at Tang Song standing outside.
The sound of water splashed loudly, but it didn't hinder their communication.
Su Yu's voice, mixed with steam, came out, carrying a uniquely muffled, lazy quality from showering.
She spoke, asking only the simplest daily questions.
Like what he had eaten recently, what book he was reading, and the latest clothing designs from Songmei Apparel.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The water sound suddenly stopped.
The bathroom fell into silence, with only the undispersed steam silently churning under the light.
A moment later, the frosted glass door was gently pushed open.
A large mass of warm white mist surged out like clouds, bringing a damp warmth to his face.
Su Yu walked out.
She only wore a large white bath towel, barely covering her chest and the top of her thighs.
Her wet long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Water droplets from the ends slid down her swan-like neck, flowed over her delicate collarbones, and quietly disappeared into the depths of the towel.
Her skin, soaked in hot water, showed a faint pink, like a peeled lychee—delicate, glossy, even revealing faint blue-green blood vessel patterns beneath.
A damp, warm, fragrant bodily scent directly assaulted Tang Song.
She walked up to him, lifting her face.
Those amber eyes, misted by the steam, shimmered with watery light. Seductive charm spread from the depths of her eyes to the corners.
Her gaze was like silk, silently winding around him.
Tang Song's breath deepened. He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.
Su Yu suddenly reached out, her fingertip lightly pressing against his lips.
"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
She turned and walked to the sink, facing the huge mirror.
Her brushing movements were leisurely. Foam overflowed at the corners of her lips. Every gesture oozed lazy sensuality.
After rinsing her mouth, she looked up, gazing at Tang Song behind her through the mirror.
"My hair is so wet, it's uncomfortable."
"I'll help you blow-dry it."
Tang Song took a deep breath and picked up the hairdryer.
Su Yu smiled gently and shifted half a step to the side.
"Whoosh—"
Warm air surged out.
Tang Song stood behind her, one hand holding the dryer, the other hand's fingers delving into her thick, black hair, gently tousling it.
Su Yu closed her eyes comfortably, her hands resting on the marble countertop, her body leaning back slightly, almost completely nestling into his embrace.
His fingers passed through her hair, occasionally inadvertently brushing past her earlobe, the back of her neck.
Every touch made her body tremble slightly, a low, soft moan escaping her lips.
Sexy and clear.
When her hair was half-dry,
Tang Song turned off the dryer.
The world suddenly became quiet.
He put down the hairdryer, but his hands didn't leave. They slid down along her hair, gently landing on her round, smooth shoulders.
He lowered his head, his warm lips imprinting on the back of her neck, still damp.
Su Yu let out a low hum and suddenly turned around.
Rising on her toes, she kissed him.
This time, there was no probing, no confusion.
This was a kiss full of initiative and aggression.
Giving him no room to retreat.
Her fingers caressed his neck, stroking the pulsing artery at his neck, sometimes pressing firmly, sometimes lightly scraping over his Adam's apple.
Her other hand slipped into the hair at the back of his head, her fingers threading through, tightening.
Tang Song's heart pounded like a drum.
Su Yu was simply too strong.
This was the first time he experienced a kiss like this.
Her fingertips seemed to carry an electric current. Wherever they passed, his skin broke out in fine goosebumps.
Just a kiss made Tang Song feel a sense of losing control.
The mirror was covered with a layer of undispersed mist, reflecting their overlapping figures.
Tang Song groaned, his hand involuntarily supporting her waist.
Her waist was delicate and warm, twisting slightly in his palm like a silent urging and provocation.
The air became thin and scalding.
After a moment,
Su Yu suddenly released him, her body swaying slightly as she gave a light cough.
Tang Song instantly snapped back from the dazed haze of desire.
He looked down at her.
Although her expression was still charming, that flushed face revealed an undeniable exhaustion.
After all, she hadn't sobered up from last night's drinking, had experienced the emotional rollercoaster of extreme sorrow and joy, and had just been active in the bathroom for so long.
She was probably truly tired.
Tang Song took a deep breath, suppressing the restless, wicked fire in his heart.
Gently smoothing her hair, his voice returned to its gentle tone. "Let's have breakfast first. It's almost 8 o'clock."
Hearing this, Su Yu's eyes, still holding a misty quality, trembled.
She nodded obediently. "Mm."
Eating breakfast on time.
This was something he had said to her many years ago, during their first encounter.
Since then, during all those long periods without him, no matter how rushed her schedule, how exhausting her commitments, or how poor her appetite, she would force herself to eat breakfast on time.
As if only in this way could she feel he was still there, managing her.
...
By the time Su Yu changed into comfortable loungewear and returned to the living room,
Two more people had appeared in the apartment.
Cheng Xiaoxi stood nervously by the dining table. On the table were several exquisite Chinese breakfast dishes and a few plates of refreshing side dishes.
Clearly prepared in advance.
Qiuqiu stood to the side, somewhat awkwardly looking down.
Seeing Su Yu come out, Cheng Xiaoxi immediately went up to her. "Sister Yu, President Tang. Qiuqiu kept telling me she wanted to try some special local Parisian food. I'll just take her out for breakfast and also show her the venue setup for tomorrow's birthday party, so she can familiarize herself with the environment in advance."
The corner of Su Yu's eye lifted slightly, revealing a trace of satisfied smile. "Go ahead."
Cheng Xiaoxi said nothing more, grabbed Qiuqiu who still wanted to say something, and quickly disappeared.
In the apartment, only the two of them remained.
They sat facing each other at the dining table.
Outside the window was Paris's gloomy sky. Inside, steam rose from the porridge.
While drinking porridge, they continued the topics they hadn't finished discussing in the bathroom.
About books, about movies, about trivial daily life.
The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, giving an illusion of serene, beautiful days.
However, as they ate, Tang Song sensed something was wrong.
Su Yu ate very slowly. The hand holding the spoon was somewhat weak.
Her gaze began to glaze over, her reactions becoming sluggish.
Most crucially, the blush on her cheeks grew increasingly vivid, as if burning.
Tang Song frowned, putting down his spoon.
"Su Yu?"
He called softly. Without waiting for her response, he leaned over, reaching out to press his hand against her forehead.
Burning hot.
"You have a fever!" Tang Song's voice instantly deepened.
"I..." Su Yu looked up dazedly, her gaze unfocused as she looked at him, her reaction slow. "Seems... a bit dizzy..."
It wasn't just because of the hangover and catching a chill from the shower.
More so because the heartache was gone.
That nerve that had been taut for five years, the moment it was confirmed, finally completely relaxed.
After the extremes of sorrow and joy, her body instinctively shed all its defense mechanisms. The accumulated fatigue crashed down like a mountain.
Tang Song immediately stood up and walked in front of her.
He cupped her face with both hands, lowered his head, and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
Skin touching skin.
That scorching temperature was clearly transmitted through their foreheads.
"You definitely have a fever." Tang Song looked into those eyes so close at hand, speaking gently. "Do you have a thermometer at home?"
"In the drawer over there." Su Yu pointed towards a direction in the living room, like an obedient child.
Tang Song quickly found the digital thermometer and aimed it at her ear canal.
"Beep—"
[38.3°C]
"You need rest. Go back to bed and lie down. Don't move around."
Seeing Tang Song's anxious expression, Su Yu felt her fever burn even hotter, but her heart felt unbearably sweet.
Her heart was melting.
She offered no resistance, obediently curling up in his arms, letting him carry her back to the master bedroom.
He gently placed her on the soft bed.
Then, she lay on her side, watching Tang Song bustle about.
Watching him go pour warm water and feed her, watching him go to the bathroom to find a towel and wipe her forehead, watching him tear open a fever-reducing patch...
He was like the most ordinary boyfriend, taking care of his sick girlfriend.
Watching this, Su Yu's eyes grew moist.
She began to try acting spoiled.
Saying the water was too bland, she wanted honey water.
Saying her back ached, asking him to massage it.
Saying she wanted to hear him sing, wanted to chat with him.
Asking him to lie down beside her.
Tang Song was completely compliant.
Su Yu closed her eyes, a satisfied smile hanging at the corner of her mouth.
She was sick.
Her whole body ached, her consciousness was blurred.
She was truly sick.
But this was probably the happiest she had ever been while sick in her life.
She thought of Christmas Eve 2020.
[Tangjin Family Office] was officially established at its New York headquarters.
Those were her most insane, most desperate days.
Her birthday was approaching. She missed him so much she was going crazy.
She canceled all domestic commitments and flew to New York like a stalker.
Staying in the hotel suite below his building.
To get him to come see her, to win even a little pity,
She took a cold shower in the middle of the night, developed a high fever of 40 degrees.
Burning until she was delirious, burning until she thought she was going to die.
Yet, what she waited for was cold indifference.
It hurt more than killing her.
From that time on, the title on the invitations she sent him changed from Song to President Tang.
And it was from that time she understood.
That President Tang sitting in the office strategizing was not the real Tang Song.
Or rather, that wasn't a "complete" Tang Song.
And the one she truly loved to the marrow of her bones,
Was the youth who had handed her cherry blossoms and played the guitar for her in Anzhu Park.
Was the dream man who wrote songs, offered salvation, and held her in his palm, afraid she would melt.
That Tang Song seemed to live in another dimension.
She was his favorite female celebrity.
He cared about her. He was concerned about her.
All the crazy things she had done over the past few years actually had only one purpose: to find him and bring him back.
She wanted to break through that thick dimensional wall.
Now.
She had done it.
Su Yu slightly opened her eyes, looking at Tang Song who was sitting by the bed, carefully wiping her skin.
Looking at the anxiety in his eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm.
This was no longer that cold New York winter.
This was her Parisian spring.
Lunch was a simple vegetable and lean meat porridge cooked by Tang Song himself.
The rice grains were cooked until they bloomed, crystal clear, light and nourishing for the stomach.
Su Yu actually had no appetite at all. Her tongue felt bitter.
But because he patiently blew on each spoonful to cool it before bringing it to her lips, she obediently swallowed the entire bowl.
However, her body temperature didn't drop as expected.
When measured again, it had already exceeded 38.5°C.
Her face was burning red. She curled up tightly under the covers.
Tang Song found the backup ibuprofen and carefully fed it to her.
Then, his palm gently patted her back until her breathing gradually became even and deep, sinking into the drowsy sleep induced by the medicine.
This sleep lasted a full three hours.
By the time Su Yu opened her eyes again, dusk had already stained the sky outside.
The lights of the Eiffel Tower glowed faintly in the distance.
She had sweated profusely, but her body felt much lighter.
The fever had broken.
She felt like she had come back to life.
Although her complexion was still somewhat pale, those amber eyes had regained their clarity.
She lay on her side, looking at Tang Song who had been keeping watch by the bed, reading a book.
As if she had endless things to say.
She began to chatter about trivial daily life over the years, about how Parisian bread wasn't tasty, about which haute couture dress was too tight, about how cold the wind by the Seine River was.
After a while,
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "Tang Song, if I'm better tomorrow, will you accompany me on a city walk in Paris? I planned the route a long time ago. I want to go..."
"Okay." Tang Song smiled and nodded, then suddenly spoke softly. "Su Yu, can I see your phone?"
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then her face broke into a smile. "Of course. The password is your birthday."
Tang Song picked up the phone by her pillow, entered the password, unlocked it.
Opened WeChat, clicked on the chat dialog labeled [Song].
Su Yu seemed to sense something.
She instinctively reached out to stop him.
Her fingers touched the back of his hand but stopped mid-air.
Finally, they slowly fell, gripping the bedsheet beneath her.
A complex expression flashed across her face.
Tang Song's thumb slid down the screen.
What came into view were almost entirely green chat bubbles.
Like a deep, bottomless green jungle, drowning him.
"Just finished work. The moon tonight is very round, with a hint of purple. I wonder if you can see it on your side."
"On the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival. The dress is beautiful, the lighting is beautiful too. If you were in the audience, would you look at me a little longer?"
"If I have to film intimate scenes with someone else, would you be angry?"
"Tang Song, wish me a happy birthday, and wish you a Merry Christmas too."
"Tang Song, where are you? I think I'm drunk. If you don't take care of me, I'll jump from here!"
"Passed by a music store today, saw a guitar very similar to the one you played back then. [Photo of guitar]
"I bought it. But I don't dare play it. I'm afraid if I play it, I won't be able to stop crying. I'll keep it for now, give it to you later."
[2021...]
[A photo holding a trophy] "I won another award, Best Actress."
"Not feeling well, but don't want to take medicine. Have an event tomorrow. If you were here, would you scold me?"
"Tang Song, are you there?"
[2019...]
"New Year's wish: I want to see you. Even just a glance."
"Song, where on earth have you gone? Why are you ignoring me?"
"Did I do something wrong? I can change."
"I won't be willful anymore, I won't make a fuss anymore. Reply to me, okay? Please..."
Message after message, photo after photo, paragraph after paragraph of incoherent ramblings.
There were photos of bruises she took when she got injured on set.
There were strings of meaningless emojis she sent when she couldn't sleep at night.
There were inquiries she sent when she saw a shirt that would suit him...
There was excitement, there was humility, there was probing, there was despair.
Tang Song's fingertip stayed on the screen, unmoving for a long time.
Outside the window, dusk had completely settled.
The room was unlit. Only the glowing light of the phone illuminated his lowered profile.
Su Yu quietly leaned against the pillow, watching him.
Not saying a word.
Tang Song's vision gradually blurred, more and more blurred.
He could no longer see the words on the screen clearly.
Su Yu's heart suddenly trembled violently.
She propped up her still weak body and moved closer.
She didn't speak. Instead, she cupped his face and gently kissed his eyes.
Her kisses wandered down his cheek.
Her nose rubbed against his somewhat rough chin. Her burning lips pressed against his neck.
A feeling of relief at having regained what was lost, mixed with long-suppressed possessiveness, ignited explosively at this moment.
Her hand reached for his collar.
The first button was undone.
Then the second.
The shirt collar fell open, revealing his firm collarbones and chest.
Su Yu's kisses fell densely, wanting to soothe his guilt.
However, when her lips landed on the left collarbone, her movements abruptly stopped.
On that area of skin, deep red marks were clearly visible.
They were hickeys.
Still clear, the edges tinged with undispersed bruising.
Obviously, the person who left these marks had been so forceful, so passionate, and so full of malicious, territorial intent.
Su Yu's fingers gently stroked that mark.
Then, following the open collar, she saw the second, the third, the fourth...
Those red marks trailed all the way down.
No explanation was needed.
It was Jin Meixiao!
That woman, before letting him come to Paris, had covered his body with her stamps!
Immense sourness, jealousy, mixed with provoked anger, shot straight to the top of her head.
Those originally gentle amber eyes instantly ignited with a crazy flame.
The next second.
She abruptly lowered her head, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on the mark Jin Meixiao had left.
"Hiss—"
Tang Song groaned, his body tensing sharply.
Indulging her venting.
As if this could also make his heart feel less guilty.
Su Yu didn't let go.
Not until she tasted a hint of blood, not until she was sure her mark completely covered the previous one, did she release him.
Looking at that now even more vivid red mark,
She stretched out her tongue, licking her lips with satisfaction.
Her eyes flashed with a morbid delight.
But this wasn't enough.
She continued downward, one by one, covering, cleansing, and claiming the marks that didn't belong to her.
At the same time,
Her burning hand slipped into the opened hem of his shirt.
Her fingertips first wandered over his burning back, her nails unconsciously scratching over the tense back muscles, eliciting a shiver of fine tremors.
Then, her hand slowly circled back to the front.
Passing over his firm abdominal muscles, finally stopping at the edge of his belt.
Tang Song's breathing suddenly became ragged.
"Su Yu... you're still sick..."
Su Yu's movements paused.
She slowly lifted her head.
Disheveled hair covered half her face.
Those eyes, just recovered from fever, were misty, shimmering with a soul-stirring, bewitching allure.
She didn't withdraw her hand. Instead, meeting Tang Song's gaze, her fingertip gently traced circles on him.
The corner of her mouth lifted into an extremely seductive yet slightly mad smile.
"Tang Song... I'm not going to do anything..."
She leaned in slightly, her warm breath spraying over his heart.
"Just... feeling it a bit..."
"Here, it's mine... right?"
"Has it... also missed me so much... it's about to go crazy?"
Hazy, dazed.
Desire surged to the heavens.