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Shen Yihuan’s heart softened immeasurably because of his words.
She turned her head, hugged Lu Zhou, and rubbed her face against his shoulder.
Shen Yihuan told Lu Zhou about her past with Xu He. Lu Zhou stiffened, pulled her up, and frowned as he looked at her.
Shen Yihuan lowered her head, raising her palm to rub her sore eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Lu Zhou suddenly said.
Shen Yihuan looked up: “Hmm?”
“I didn’t know...” Lu Zhou paused, his face showing self-reproach and guilt, “I didn’t know you had experienced such things before.”
He couldn’t imagine Shen Yihuan had endured such contemptuous words. He even had an impulse to go back and beat Xu He up again, yet he had treated Shen Yihuan similarly before.
“Only you know about this. I’m even too embarrassed to mention it to Ruru.”
Lu Zhou lowered his gaze.
She asked, “How did you know I was here?”
Shen Yihuan knew Lu Zhou was returning to Beijing today. She had originally planned to pick him up at the airport if dinner finished early.
“I called you, but your phone was off,” Lu Zhou said.
Shen Yihuan was startled. She took her phone out of her bag. She hadn’t charged it yesterday, and it had powered off at some point.
Lu Zhou: “I installed a tracker on your phone. It can track the last signal address before it powered off, which is here.”
“A tracker?” Shen Yihuan was surprised: “When did you install it?”
“After I couldn’t find you during the last disaster relief.”
Shen Yihuan looked at him, her palm against his face, and asked, “Do you still not trust me?”
Lu Zhou didn’t answer, only saying, “I’ll remove it for you.”
“Forget it. You can take it off when you truly trust me,” Shen Yihuan suddenly remembered something, “Let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s leave quickly, my mom will be here soon.”
She didn’t want to see her mother at all right now.
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Lu Zhou took Shen Yihuan home.
The home where Shen Yihuan had lived since high school, where she had cohabited with Lu Zhou for three years during college, although in those three years, excluding holidays, Lu Zhou only returned home for breaks a countable number of times on one hand.
After Lu Zhou bought this apartment, he didn’t change its structure. All the furnishings were still arranged the way Shen Yihuan had set them up back then.
Before they reconciled, Shen Yihuan had visited once, but she was too embarrassed to look around properly then.
Shen Yihuan changed into slippers and looked through each room.
She recalled many small things she thought she had forgotten about her and Lu Zhou.
They had a balcony. Shen Yihuan had wanted to plant many potted flowers back then, buying many beautiful flowerpots and various seeds, and planting them with Lu Zhou.
One winter day, Lu Zhou was at school, and the temperature suddenly dropped. There was heavy frost and strong winds. The next day, Shen Yihuan woke up and remembered the potted plants on the balcony. When she opened the door, some had fallen to the ground, their pots shattered, and others had simply frozen to death.
Their kitchen was usually Lu Zhou’s domain.
Shen Yihuan was quite picky about food back then, only liking a few takeout places. When she got tired of them, she would ask Lu Zhou to cook.
As for the study, Shen Yihuan hadn’t even noticed there was such a room when she rented the apartment. Later, she converted it into a walk-in closet. The desk wasn’t moved, and Lu Zhou would occasionally do his homework there.
Finally, they reached the bedroom.
The only change was that two pillows had become one.
“Oh, right,” Shen Yihuan crouched down, “I remember we still had that disc here.”
Shen Yihuan knelt on the floor, peering under the bed, and indeed saw a cardboard box.
The young girl was sprawled on the floor, her coat off. Her sweater and narrow skirt, clinging to her curves, showed her excellent, well-defined figure. Lu Zhou’s eyes deepened.
Shen Yihuan dragged the box out.
Inside were various sundries, and a few DVDs with patterns that made one blush at a glance.
Shen Yihuan casually shuffled them, too embarrassed to take them out, and laughed mockingly: “Eww, why do you still keep these things? You’re such a pervert, Lu Zhou.”
Those discs belonged to Shen Yihuan, gifts from her fair-weather friends after she and Lu Zhou got together.
They said a good student like Lu Zhou surely wouldn’t know the steps of that, so they bought them for him to study.
Those people were purely teasing, but Shen Yihuan actually brought them for Lu Zhou to watch.
It was in this same room at the time.
But they didn’t watch it then; after just a few minutes, Shen Yihuan couldn’t bear it anymore and blushed as she turned off the TV. These discs had been left in this box ever since, gathering dust.
Now, her teasing of Lu Zhou was purely a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Lu Zhou stood behind her; the young girl was now sitting on the floor.
He could see the top of her head, and the outline of her chest beneath her sweater. Her black tights, due to her bent knees, vaguely showed the skin underneath.
He let out a muffled chuckle, his voice hoarse, as if scraped over hot gravel.
“Want to watch more?”
“...Huh?” Shen Yihuan was startled.
She turned to look at Lu Zhou, tilting her head back.
There was a dark glow in the man’s eyes, terrifyingly deep.
His brow was slightly furrowed, his breathing gradually becoming hotter.
He squatted down, took the disc from Shen Yihuan’s hand, then picked out the others as well, his expression unchanged, asking in a serious tone: “Which one do you want to watch?”
“...”
She didn’t speak. Lu Zhou picked one, the one they had watched the first few minutes of before. It was impressive that he still remembered it; Shen Yihuan had long forgotten it completely, only remembering how her entire face had burned back then.
“This one then, we didn’t finish it last time.”
“...”
Shen Yihuan watched him push the disc in and press a few buttons on the remote control.
The man’s back was broad, and she could see his profile, his jaw tight. Despite his proper demeanor, his actions were quite something else.
“Lu Zhou,” Shen Yihuan called him from where she sat on the floor.
“Hmm?”
“I think you’re quite naughty.”
The man walked over, pulled her up from the floor, shook out the quilt and sat down, then patted the spot beside him: “Come up.”
“...”
Damn it.
Shen Yihuan didn’t even know how she got onto the bed. When she realized it, she was already sitting on the bed, shoulder to shoulder with Lu Zhou.
The scene on the TV was about to get to the main point.
Shen Yihuan watched absently, not daring to look closely at all. She could only distract herself by secretly glancing at the man beside her.
The man leaned against the bed, expressionless, even though the scene on screen was extremely sensual. One hand held Shen Yihuan’s wrist, gently kneading it.
She was constantly distracted.
Automatically blocking out the TV screen and the fragmented, sticky sounds.
The last thing in her vision was Lu Zhou’s magnified face.
Close enough to touch.
Lu Zhou leaned over her, his once calm face now tinged with desire, his eyes deep. He bent down, gently burning her earlobe, then tilted his head, his tongue tracing behind her ear.
Shen Yihuan clutched his sleeve, her body trembling slightly.
Lu Zhou’s deep, husky voice echoed in her ear: “Does your leg still hurt?”
His presence brought an overwhelming suppression.
Shen Yihuan was a little afraid, so she said, “It hurts.”
How could Lu Zhou not know what she was thinking?
He hadn’t touched her for so many days in Xinjiang simply because he was concerned her leg hadn’t fully healed. Lu Zhou didn’t know how he had endured those nights.
With Shen Yihuan by his side, gentlemen, rationality—all ceased to exist.
Lu Zhou said, “Then I’ll be gentle.”
Shen Yihuan: ????
She wanted to question him, but just as the words reached her lips, they became a shriek.
Lu Zhou tugged at her skirt, pulling it off along with her tights, with a tearing sound. Shen Yihuan looked down; her skirt was ripped.
Damn.
What a scene of long-awaited reunion, a bonfire of passion.
The next second, Lu Zhou’s hot palm landed on her thigh.
Lu Zhou felt a piece of fabric, quite thin, and next to it, two thin straps. He lowered his gaze, his throat instantly tightened, and his breathing grew heavier.
He picked it open with his index finger, like opening the most tempting cake box, revealing the underwear.
Sweat trickled down his temple.
Leaving a damp trail on his face, becoming an unforgettable sight.
“Do you all wear things like this now?” he asked huskily in her ear, his voice like a subwoofer.
Shen Yihuan had always lived quite exquisitely, owning many sensual lingerie pieces. In the past, without a boyfriend, she simply wore what made her happy, and often bought matching sets with Qiu Ruru...
But being discovered like this by Lu Zhou made her blush so much she felt like she was steaming.
It was simply too alluring...
Shen Yihuan grabbed the hand that was moving towards her thighs, her face red, glaring at him, declaring indignantly: “Girls wear things like this when they grow up!”
Lu Zhou pulled her hand away, pressed both her arms above her head, restraining one hand, and moved the other down, lingering back to that pleasure spot of his.
His slightly cool lips gently brushed her lips and ears, slowly moving down, kissing and biting her neck, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, leaving a trail of ambiguous wetness.
Shen Yihuan could hear her own heartbeat and breathing, and Lu Zhou’s too. She lifted her legs, hooking them around Lu Zhou’s waist, pressing down slightly.
She felt every nerve in her body pulsating, from her heart to her limbs.
...
Every gasp and moan Shen Yihuan let out piled layer after layer of weight onto Lu Zhou’s precarious sanity.
Shen Yihuan tried to pull back, but was pulled back.
Lu Zhou’s eyes were utterly deep, his strength and speed undiminished, as if he hadn’t heard anything, using his core, again and again.
His deep-set eyes stared at Shen Yihuan, as if wanting to engrave her current appearance into his heart.
His reason had been emptied.
This wasn’t enough.
He wanted to see every side of Shen Yihuan, every expression.
Joyful, pained, crying—everything she wouldn’t show anyone else, he wanted to see.
He unconsciously used more force.
Later on.
Shen Yihuan felt completely disoriented, her throat hoarse, turning into a whimper.
Her voice trembled, whimpering and sobbing, sweat and tears mixing together.
Lu Zhou didn’t react, maintaining his actions, only raising his hand to brush aside her damp hair.
Shen Yihuan tried to crawl forward, but was pulled back again.
Kicking and grabbing him was useless. Lu Zhou was like a beast that had broken free of its chains, only wanting to make up for the desires he had suppressed on Shen Yihuan over the years.
He couldn’t control it.
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When she woke up again, Shen Yihuan felt as if her whole body had fallen apart, her thighs and inner thighs aching incessantly.
It was completely dark outside now. Looking out the bedroom window, she could see the bright lights of traffic and buildings.
“Lu Zhou!”
She called out, only to find her voice terribly hoarse, unable to make a sound, and her lips aching.
The memories of earlier returned, making Shen Yihuan’s ears burn. She tried to move her legs, but the pain was unbearable, making her angry again.
She didn’t want to strain her voice again, so she tapped her phone, randomly played a song, and turned the volume to maximum.
Three.
Two.
One.
Lu Zhou pushed the door open and entered.
He was shirtless, wearing jeans and a belt.
“Awake?” Lu Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
Shen Yihuan’s hair was messy. She sat on the bed, her upper body clothes already off at some point, and she smelled of shower gel, so she must have already showered.
She couldn’t remember anything; had she really been completely dazed towards the end...?
Her body was covered in red and purple marks, quite startling.
Shen Yihuan raised her hand and smacked Lu Zhou’s arm hard: “Everywhere hurts!”
Lu Zhou went to pour her a glass of warm water to soothe her throat.
“Dinner’s ready,” he said, looking at Shen Yihuan.
“Not eating.” Shen Yihuan turned her head away.
She was a bit unhappy.
She had clearly cried and pleaded, saying it hurt and she didn’t want any more, but Lu Zhou still...
She came to a conclusion: Lu Zhou didn’t love her anymore.
Although Lu Zhou often couldn’t control his strength before, it had never been like this time. She almost thought she was going to die in bed.
After a pause, Shen Yihuan came to another conclusion: Lu Zhou didn’t love her as much as he used to.
Lu Zhou left the bedroom again.
Shen Yihuan’s gaze followed him.
He brought a small table tray to the bed, then placed the pre-cooked dishes on it, added two bowls of rice, sat opposite Shen Yihuan, and handed her chopsticks.
Shen Yihuan had already put on her sweater. Her underwear was nowhere to be found, and she was too sore to look for it, so she wasn’t wearing any. Besides, her skirt had been torn.
Sigh.
Shen Yihuan pulled the blanket up around her waist, wrapping it tightly.
She didn’t take the chopsticks Lu Zhou offered.
Lu Zhou’s hand hovered in the air for a moment, then he retracted the chopsticks, moved to sit beside Shen Yihuan, picked up the bowl of rice in front of her, and fed her...
Bite after bite.
His expression remained quite calm throughout. He fed her only the dishes Shen Yihuan liked, as if he wasn’t the one who had bullied her just now.
“Don’t you think you’re like feeding a pet right now?” Shen Yihuan said after swallowing her food.
Lu Zhou glanced at her, curling his lips. Despite his unexpressive face, it was clear he was in a good mood.
It was the relaxation after satiety.
Finished eating quickly, Lu Zhou packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.
When Lu Zhou went out earlier, he had plugged Shen Yihuan’s turned-off phone into the charger. It had automatically powered on now and vibrated for a while with unread messages and missed calls from her mother, but it was quiet now.
Lu Zhou didn’t look at it; he picked it up and handed it to Shen Yihuan.
They sat on the sofa. Shen Yihuan sat cross-legged, looking down at her phone.
She opened message after message, the words quite unpleasant. She lowered her eyes, reading with a detached, cold gaze.
Lu Zhou washed some strawberries and sat beside her, stripping the leaves clean and bringing one to her mouth.
Shen Yihuan took a bite, the juice trickling down and wetting Lu Zhou’s fingertips. His expression unchanged, he naturally withdrew his hand and dabbed it against his lips.
After finishing the messages, Shen Yihuan put her phone aside and rubbed her eyes.
The young girl’s lips were pressed into a straight line, and her eyes drooped, revealing a hint of vulnerability.
“Do you want me to go home with you tomorrow?” Lu Zhou suddenly asked.
“Huh?”
Lu Zhou looked at her, his expression serious.
Shen Yihuan leaned deeper into the soft sofa, her voice very soft, with a touch of grievance: “I don’t want to go home, and I don’t want you to meet my mother.”
She paused, then lowered her gaze, her dark lashes catching the light, “She... isn’t very nice.”
Lu Zhou fed her another strawberry.
Shen Yihuan swallowed. Her eyes were dry, and she sighed: “When I went abroad, it was also to escape from my mother.”
Lu Zhou didn’t speak.
“She was desperate to marry me off then. My dad had just gone bankrupt. In that situation, it was really no different from what Xu He said today—she was selling me.”
Lu Zhou held Shen Yihuan in his arms, his lips resting on her forehead.
He said softly, “I’ll treat you well from now on.”
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