53. Only Like You

Lin Xingzi was still running a fever, her temperature high. She was supposed to take the medicine twice, but she disliked the bitterness. The man’s body was even hotter, but she loved this fiery Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan’s shirt buttons were coming undone and falling off. With a pull from Lin Xingzi, it came right off.

He couldn’t bear to separate for a second, kissing her even as he stripped, his naked torso steaming as he pressed against her.

Lin Xingzi tilted her head back, her hands tracing the man’s body, along the firm, defined lines of his waist and abdomen, repeatedly stroking the scar on his shoulder.

She’d heard his brother say last time it was a gunshot wound, almost costing him half an arm.

Amidst their intertwined lips and tongues, Jiang Yan tasted a salty wetness. His palm caressed her cheek, feeling the dampness, and his heart constricted sharply.

She had almost never cried in front of him, rarely even showed weakness. When bullied, she would slap back directly, never showing fear. She wouldn’t speak soft words. Even the first time she heard him talk about his family, the first time she heard his colleagues describe the dangers he faced at work, her eyes would only redden. Her silent gaze, holding back tears, was enough to throw him into disarray.

Her face was cupped, and the man kissed her urgently yet delicately, starting from her chin, lingering at her damp eyes with light pecks. His fervent breath, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, brushed against Lin Xingzi’s brows and eyes. She couldn’t clearly hear his indistinct murmurs, only wanting him.

At least in this moment, he could temporarily cast aside his responsibilities and missions, belonging entirely to her.

Only to her.

Behind her was the cool glass window. The night, after the fireworks had burned out, returned to silence. In front of her was his scorching chest. He eagerly yet carefully untied the waistband of her pajamas, letting them scatter on the floor.

It felt like a repetition of that night a year ago.

She drew close, and his heart swelled with wild joy, yet he still held back. She pushed him away, and he lingered, trapping her with his body.

“It’s fine...” Lin Xingzi didn’t care if she had a fever. Her slender, pale legs wrapped around his waist. “You said it, sweating drives out the cold.”

Her indistinct words, mixed with gasps, were low and husky. She arched her body to kiss Jiang Yan’s Adam’s apple, her tongue darting out to circle the protruding cartilage. This was his most sensitive spot. His breathing immediately grew much heavier, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

He was still torn between desire and worrying that her body was too weak to endure. He pressed down her restless hands and feet, burying his head in the hollow of her neck, breathing to calm himself.

“Jiang Yan...” she whispered his name, both wronged and restless, bending her leg to lightly brush against his hardened pants. Her knee scrape hadn’t healed yet, rubbing against his cotton-linen fabric. The slight pain brought her back to consciousness, only to sink into the fervent, silent tide of passion the next second. “Jiang Yan...”

Those two simple words coiled on her tongue, sticky and lingering, turning a hundred times.

With the slightest action from her, all of Jiang Yan’s patience and self-control would completely collapse.

He didn’t know if he would live or die on this trip, or if he would even return. Before, he had no fear, no dread; he would chase criminals to the other side of the world to catch them. But now... he hadn’t even left, and he already worried about her.

The more tumultuous his emotions became, the more silent he grew. He tightened his arms, physically showing Lin Xingzi that he felt the same as her.

The alcohol fermented, making him lose control even more.

Waves of exhilarating numbness pushed Lin Xingzi to climax. Her body went limp, unable to lift her arms. Small, wet kisses rained down on her back, shoulders, neck, and behind her ears. Her vulva could no longer contain more semen. As his hot organ pulled out and thrust in, it was brought out, flowing down from their joined bodies.

He seemed tireless.

Before, he had always been restrained in bed, once or twice, stopping when she was tired, using only positions she liked and frequencies she enjoyed. Tonight, he was like he was glued to her. She couldn’t stand it and tried to escape, but he would only let her move a short distance before grabbing her waist and pulling her back. Supine, prone, sitting, his tongue would be in her mouth one moment, then below the next. When he ejaculated, his pelvis almost embedded into her body, yet when he kissed her, he was so gentle that he wouldn’t even dare to pull her hair with force.

The cock, grinding against her inner thigh, hardened once more, found the unclosed opening along her pubic cleft, and pushed inside, filling her lower abdomen with a sore, uncomfortable distension. Lin Xingzi cried out, clutching him tightly.

“I was just talking nonsense...”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“Jiang Yan, you can’t leave me. I... I’ve never liked anyone else, only you.”

She cast aside her pride and self-respect, only wishing for his safety.