#92: Crescent Moon Extra #4

The night outside was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

The wooden bungalows, though charming in appearance, creaked slightly when walked upon, especially since they were built over open water. Fortunately, each villa was spaced far apart—tens of meters away from one another—so there was no worry about disturbing neighbors.

Le Ya stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. The saltwater from the afternoon’s snorkeling had left her hair feeling sticky and tangled, unlike freshwater would have. She always took excellent care of her hair, so unlike many of her peers who worried about hair loss or thinning, she had no such concerns.

Chen Yang used to love running his fingers through her soft locks.

As she stood in front of the mirror finishing blow-drying her hair, the door to the room creaked open.

Chen Yang walked in without wearing a bathrobe, only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His toned abdomen was on full display, glistening under the dim light.

From behind her, he asked softly, “All dried?”

Before Le Ya could answer, she caught sight of him in the mirror. Her ears immediately flushed red as she stammered, “Put some clothes on!”

Chen Yang sat casually at the edge of the bed. “It’s too hot for clothes.”

He wasn’t lying—the island nights weren’t cold, and being a man, he wasn’t bothered by the temperature. Besides, his heart burned with something else entirely.

His gaze fell on Le Ya, who was fiddling with her hair. Her pale face peeked through strands of black hair, looking irresistibly delicate.

He pulled her closer, half-hugging her waist. “Did you enjoy today?”

Le Ya didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she placed them tentatively on his chest before moving them to rest behind his neck. In a small voice, she replied, “I did... Very much.”

At first, she had been scared, but later, she truly enjoyed herself. Seeing sea turtles up close underwater was an experience she’d never had before—it was nothing like visiting an aquarium.

Chen Yang rested his hand on her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. His deep, muffled voice rumbled, “That’s good.”

Le Ya softened slightly and reassured him, “I was just panicking earlier. Don’t take it to heart—I wasn’t unhappy.”

Chen Yang chuckled lowly.

He said nothing more, and the two remained quietly embraced, sitting together on the edge of the bed, savoring the peaceful ambiance.

Le Ya began to feel drowsy, snuggling into his arms. Just as she was about to drift off, the hem of her robe was lifted.

After her shower, she had only worn underwear underneath, leaving her upper body bare. Slightly calloused fingers traced their way up from her thighs, creating a rough yet gentle friction.

Instantly wide awake, Le Ya froze.

Since Chen Yang’s proposal, they hadn’t been this intimate, and she had almost forgotten how it felt. Though she had mentally prepared for this moment while Su Hui and Xie Qingyu finalized their travel plans, now that it was happening, she still felt nervous.

Chen Yang moved slowly, almost cautiously, as if testing the waters.

Le Ya shifted slightly, whispering, “Chen Yang...”

He hummed in response, his tone rising slightly. Turning his head, he looked into her eyes, which shone like stars in the night sky.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Uncomfortable?”

Feeling his movements pause, Le Ya held her breath, her gaze fixed on his face as she hesitated.

After a long moment, she finally whispered weakly, “...No.”

That single word acted like a spark, igniting the fire within Chen Yang. His fingers pressed lightly against her skin, caressing its smoothness.

“If you’re uncomfortable, tell me,” he murmured.

Le Ya responded softly, “Mm.”

Her compliance was familiar yet carried a new undertone—innocent yet alluring.

Chen Yang’s lips curved into a smirk. The person in his arms was nothing like him; she had never experienced anything remotely intense. Every inch of her skin was pampered, delicate as a newborn’s.

His breathing grew heavier as his patience wore thin. After abstaining since their last encounter, how could he hold back now?

Le Ya could feel his motions—his fingers lingering on her waist, gripping tightly as though he might snap her in half.

But the next moment, he moved.

His broad palm slid against her clothing, and she could see the outline of his movements clearly through her robe, unmistakable and relentless.

After several seconds, Chen Yang let out a ragged breath. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

Le Ya blushed furiously. “No!”

Chen Yang chuckled, desire lacing his voice. He didn’t press further about whether it was intentional or not—after all, he was the one enjoying it.

He leaned in and kissed her lips.

Le Ya kept her eyes open, shy but compliant. Her arms wrapped around his neck as their lips tangled together, tongues exploring gently.

She melted against him, limp as water.

Chen Yang broke the kiss, trailing kisses down to her chin, which he captured fully—it was small and fit perfectly within his grasp.

Throughout, Le Ya followed his lead, growing increasingly hazy. She muttered protests, but every time, Chen Yang would respond affirmatively, only to ignore her words completely.

She fell neatly into his trap.

Later, Chen Yang led her to the bathroom to shower again. There was a beautiful bathtub in the villa, originally meant for cleaning, but soon enough, she found herself pressed inside it, turning and twisting once more.

Eventually, Le Ya fell asleep, her eyes still tinged red. Even in her dreams, she murmured faint complaints about Chen Yang going wild.

Chen Yang simply kissed the corner of her lips.

[The End]