FY - 29

Zhou Yan wasn’t called at all that night. In the late hours, she decided to head back.

Her used Chevrolet wouldn’t start—this was the fourth time this month. It definitely needed repairs. She’d have to ask Si Wen for money.

Leaving the parking lot, she booked a ride online.

Waiting by the roadside, she yawned, sniffled, took out her cigarette pack, pulled one out, and lit it.

Smoke curled from her lips, partially obscuring her face. The way it was half-covered made her look very beautiful.

Smoking was something you could quit, it just depended on whether you wanted to.

Unlike drugs.

Some people said that, except for highly concentrated drugs that caused immediate addiction, most drugs could be detoxified, like morphine, methadone, heroin. It depended on one’s physique and willpower. Most people fundamentally didn’t want to quit, which made it seem so difficult.

Zhou Yan felt this wasn’t comprehensive.

Zhou Siyuan had a drug addiction, acquired through his mother’s body. He craved drugs, but he didn’t know that drugs caused his pain, and he no longer had an environment for drug use. So, in his case, there was hope for detoxification.

But the unpleasant part was that in the future, he couldn’t understand or go near drugs, otherwise, he could easily relapse.

Most adults who felt miserable and relapsed usually did so with a “what the hell” attitude. While the initial addiction might have been due to complex reasons, subsequent use was basically with subconscious permission.

This was the case of wanting to quit but fundamentally not wanting to quit.

At such times, the harm of drugs became even more apparent. They destroy lives and erode willpower.

The ride-share car was two minutes late. She didn’t rush. The driver called, saying Dongxiang Road was jammed and it might take another five minutes.

She didn’t mind. By the time she got back, Zhou Siyuan would already be asleep.

Five minutes later, two cars arrived.

Zhou Yan didn’t even glance at Si Wen’s Jaguar, turning instead towards the ride-share car.

Si Wen got out of his car and grabbed her.

Zhou Yan was held by him, and she didn’t struggle to break free. It was useless.

She had experienced Si Wen’s immense strength and endurance for four years; she had learned her lesson. If he were weak, he wouldn’t have been able to make love to her for an hour without climaxing, all without taking drugs.

His face was grim. He pressed her against the car door: “Hanging up on me, looking for death?”

She looked up at him: “You hung up on me, yet you still found me, didn’t you?”

Si Wen pinched her chin. Quickly, his fingers sank into her flesh: “You need to know what you are.”

Zhou Yan’s chin hurt, and she frowned.

Si Wen’s hand immediately loosened by a third, and the rage in his eyes slightly receded.

Zhou Yan noticed it and instinctively became emboldened, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She pushed him away: “I’m nothing, so please stay away from me. Monitoring me every day, do you have nothing else to do?”

The ride-share driver was still waiting. Not seeing anyone, he called again.

Si Wen reached into Zhou Yan’s pocket, took out her phone, and turned it off.

Damn it. Zhou Yan didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

Si Wen saw her revert to that lifeless attitude. He placed both hands on her arms, trapping her against the car door, and extended his left leg between hers. He lifted his knee, slowly approaching her “source”: “Didn’t I tell you, you have no right to resist me?”

Zhou Yan didn’t move, but her direct gaze clearly resisted his actions.

Just as he was about to touch her, Si Wen’s phone rang.

He had no choice but to tie Zhou Yan up, this time with his belt. He held her with one hand and answered the phone with the other.

Zhou Yan looked at him, just looked at him.

He said a couple of sentences, met Zhou Yan’s eyes, frowned slightly, and turned away.

Zhou Yan’s eyes dropped, then looked at his calf again.

His legs were slender and long, straight as pencils. They didn’t show under pants, but when naked, women envied them, especially his calves, which lacked that unsightly bulge. If not forced, Zhou Yan actually preferred to lick his legs.

But only his abs and that “thing” were sensitive.

So, most of the time, he demanded that these parts be taken into her mouth, enveloped by her tongue, licked, and sucked.

At these times, Si Wen appeared still as a bell, but in reality, his eyes were clouded, ecstatic beyond day and night, indulging only in romance and passion.

A man’s true colors, lust clouding his mind. Ha.

Thinking this, Zhou Yan’s foot uncontrollably kicked his calf.

Si Wen turned around, his slight frown now high, looking at her with an questioning gaze. He still hadn’t hung up the phone.

Zhou Yan naturally averted her eyes, appearing very innocent.

As if to say: “It wasn’t me.”

Si Wen hastily hung up the phone, pinched her face, turned it towards him, and leaned in close: “Zhou Yan, have I been too lenient with you?”

They were so close their breaths mingled: “I want to go home.”

Si Wen opened the car door.

Zhou Yan didn’t get in: “I want to go to my own home.”

Si Wen simply picked her up horizontally and tossed her in: “You’re not in a position to make demands.”

Zhou Yan couldn’t be bothered with him. She moved to the other side of the car door, looking out the window.

Si Wen drove back to the apartment. Once downstairs, Zhou Yan opened the car door and ran.

His long arms and legs easily caught her by the waist, pulled her back, and held her tightly in his embrace.

Zhou Yan was still restless, her feet stomping on his shoes.

She was getting more and more reckless. Was she drunk again? Or on drugs?

Actually, no. Ever since he had choked her, then insecurely held her tight, and then they continued to make love, their relationship’s trajectory had veered wildly from its original path.

Or perhaps from even earlier.

Now.

Zhou Yan’s claws were showing for longer and longer, and Si Wen’s harshness increasingly resembled bluster.

But neither of them wanted to admit it.

Nor did they want to face it.

Si Wen carried the rebellious Zhou Yan over his shoulder and went upstairs.

He opened the door, locked it, tossed her onto the sofa, untied the belt from her hands, and pressed down on her. His hot breath brushed her eyelashes, stirring the glimmer in her eyes. “Don’t provoke me, I’ll screw you to death.”

Zhou Yan was no longer scared by those words. She could even count for him: “Four years ago, in your office, you screwed me so hard I ended up in the hospital with a four-centimeter vaginal tear. In June of the same year, you didn’t let me out of bed for two days, taking me continuously... I don’t remember how many times. That time it was dehydration. There were more brutal moments later, but because that was my first year with you, the memories are vivid.”

She still remembered how, after several of her surgeries, Si Wen calmly communicated with the doctors, while the young nurses beside him were smitten with him.

Who would have thought that the man who made her look like this ghost was the same man whose impeccable appearance and every move made hearts skip a beat.

Aside from pregnancy, there was nothing Zhou Yan and Si Wen hadn’t tried.

So, what was she afraid of? Threatening her with “screwing her to death” had less deterrent power than saying he wouldn’t give her money anymore.

Si Wen got off her, took his cigarette pack, and went to the balcony to light one.

Zhou Yan didn’t get up, still lying flat on the sofa, looking at the light above. It was designed like a wind chime, tinkling when the wind blew. This light always disturbed her peaceful sleep, but since it wasn’t hers, she couldn’t take it down.

A WeChat message interrupted her.

She picked up her phone. It was a message from the pregnant top hostess. She said she had aborted the child.

Zhou Yan looked at those words, her expression softened, and the corners of her mouth uncontrollably lifted.

From where Si Wen stood, he could clearly see her smiling, looking at her phone.

His gaze seemed to emit cold air. He extinguished his cigarette, quickly walked over, and snatched her phone: “Who are you messaging?”

Zhou Yan’s phone was snatched away again, for the second time tonight. Her eyebrows knitted together in displeasure: “Give it back to me.”

Si Wen didn’t return it, menacingly asking: “Who is it!”

Zhou Yan didn’t want to deal with him and reached out to grab it.

Si Wen held it high, dodging her hand.

Zhou Yan also became annoyed. She stood on the sofa, trying to reach for it again.

Si Wen lowered his hand and forcefully smashed the phone onto the television. It happened to hit the power button, and the screen lit up with blaring music.

The phone shattered into tiny pieces, a pile of small parts hitting the TV, then falling to the floor.

Zhou Yan watched her phone disintegrate. Enraged, she flailed her hands, hitting Si Wen: “Are you crazy!”

Si Wen grabbed her wrists: “You’re with me, and you’re still messaging other people. Do you think I can’t afford to support you? Or did you find someone who makes you feel better than I do! Zhou Yan, you know my patience is very limited!”

Zhou Yan’s hands were restrained. She lunged and bit him, biting his neck with the intention of killing him.

Si Wen wasn’t afraid of pain, but he wouldn’t allow Zhou Yan to bite him.

He pressed her two hands together, holding them with one hand, and with the other, he lifted her skirt and tore off her panties.

This action made Zhou Yan release his neck and clamp her legs together: “Get lost! Don’t touch me!”

Si Wen took off her shoes, pressed one leg against hers, and used his hand to push the other leg open. Seeing the most beautiful landscape of a woman, he licked his teeth, turned his neck halfway around. The cracking of his bones wasn’t drowned out by the loud music.

Zhou Yan had been trained by Si Wen to have a “Si Wen-addict” physique, always ready for him, anywhere, anytime. Often, even when he didn’t provoke her, she would be completely wet. With him staring at her so intently, she uncontrollably became a muddy mess again.

Si Wen’s slender fingers reached inside, probing deeper and deeper.

Zhou Yan couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan. Hearing it herself, she wanted to call herself a slut.

Unexpectedly, she tightened. Si Wen’s fingers were clamped by her soft flesh, and his breathing grew heavier by a third.

He pulled his hand out, looked at her translucent fluid on it, and rubbed it between two fingers: “You’re always saying one thing and meaning another.”

Zhou Yan didn’t want to look at him, turning her face away: “I am not!”

Si Wen cupped her face, forcing her to look at him, and then put those two fingers into his mouth.

Zhou Yan watched him consume her essence, and he even slightly lifted his eyelids, exuding seduction to the fullest. She grew angry, resisting desperately. Taking advantage of his unguarded moment, her hands escaped, striking him left and right, delivering two slaps to his face.

Si Wen’s expression didn’t change. He still managed to lift Zhou Yan’s thighs with both hands, burying his head in her hidden forest, his tongue delving into the narrow, secluded path.

Zhou Yan’s body stiffened.

Si Wen had never done such a thing for her.

Never.

His technique wasn’t clumsy, but Zhou Yan always felt he was a novice, given how efficient he was at mastering unfamiliar things.

Zhou Yan’s eyes blurred, red streaks engulfing the whites of her eyes. She had to constantly swallow to prevent the damned pleasure from consuming her sanity. No, she had no sanity; she had lost it long ago.

As she was about to climax, Zhou Yan pressed both hands against Si Wen’s head: “Don’t...”

Si Wen didn’t stop. He took both her labia into his mouth, sucking them loudly.

Zhou Yan couldn’t stand this teasing. Her nails dug into his shoulder flesh, and soon beads of blood emerged.

Si Wen didn’t care until Zhou Yan climaxed in his mouth.

Zhou Yan was weak.

Si Wen looked at her, his mouth and chin covered.

Zhou Yan blushed. She hadn’t blushed during her first time, but she blushed now that he had performed oral sex on her for the first time.

She kicked him: “Get... get off me...”

Si Wen pinched her cheeks, leaned in, and returned some of her essence from his mouth to hers.

Their tongues tangled. Si Wen’s hands weren’t idle, guiding Zhou Yan’s hands to pull down his zipper.

Zhou Yan refused.

Si Wen wouldn’t allow it and used force with his hand.

Zhou Yan’s hand hurt from being squeezed. She bit Si Wen’s tongue hard, drawing blood. The taste of blood mingled in their mouths.

Si Wen still didn’t let go of her. Having savored her sweet taste enough, his tongue moved downwards, biting her neck, collarbone, and nipples.

Zhou Yan pushed him, slapping him once, twice. Her slender nails even scratched his abs. But he was like a man possessed, demanding from her, sucking her from neck to chest until she was covered in purple-red marks.

How much it hurt. Zhou Yan desperately tried to escape, crawling to the corner of the room. She looked left and right, saw his golf club, picked it up, and pointed it at the chandelier, threatening him: “Get away from me! If you touch me again, I’ll smash this! I know this is over a million! I’ll smash it to pieces!”

Si Wen looked at her, unmoved.

Zhou Yan swung the club in a semicircle and smashed the chandelier.

With a loud crash, crystals and diamonds fell, shattering and disintegrating.

Si Wen didn’t care; he still walked towards her.

Zhou Yan held the golf club against his chest: “You’re next! I’ll beat you to death!”

Si Wen used a little force, took the club, and threw it aside.

Zhou Yan, without a weapon, thought of escaping. She glanced at the balcony and bolted.

Si Wen saw the shattered crystal pieces on the floor and her bare feet. His brows furrowed, and he scooped her up in a horizontal embrace.

Zhou Yan kicked her legs: “Let go of me! You old bastard!”

Si Wen carried her to the bedroom bed.

Zhou Yan kicked him away: “I’m telling you! I’m fed up! I don’t want to be with you anymore! I don’t want you to screw me anymore! Go find someone else! You murderer! Old bastard!”

Her eyes were red, and she cursed fiercely.

It was as if she couldn’t stand being with Si Wen anymore.

But if she allowed herself to be rational, she would realize how much she resembled a little woman, deeply wronged, throwing a tantrum and venting dissatisfaction at the man she loved.

She didn’t want to leave him at all.

Si Wen kissed her, gently, tenderly.

When Zhou Yan resisted his approach, he realized that he could accept it, and he could also accept her kicking and cursing him. He just didn’t know whether he accepted Zhou Yan’s behavior, or Zhou Yan who had this behavior.

He gradually stopped speaking, just watching her lash out.

Not long ago, she hung up on him, she smiled at her phone, he was fierce with her, he ordered her around. All of that was now forgotten.

Zhou Yan still didn’t calm down. Even when Si Wen entered her, piercing her, again and again, penetrating her heart. She moaned lewdly, biting his arm, scratching his back, yet she didn’t stop. She enjoyed it, she cursed, and then, together, they reached climax again and again.

They changed positions, constantly thrusting, the salty scent filling the room, but neither of them wanted to stop, wishing they could become one.

They were both crazy.

But it was not surprising at all.