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Chapter 70
Except Him
TW: ..no minors..????
The warm and bright light in the room, shining into her eyes was a little too glaring. She could hear the rustling wind from the air-conditioning in her ears, the light drizzle against the window, and the echoing sound coming from that pair of lips.
Wen Yifan had her head raised a little, experiencing this strange and indescribable feeling. Her thoughts slowed down. She barely had any capacity to think about what Sang Yan had just said as her body and mind wandered off with his actions.
Sang Yan’s body was firm, a stoic entrapment blended with a familiar yet intoxicating air. His body still had remnants of water droplets and steam from his shower, the cold drops grazing her skin as they slipped off the ends of his hair.
Yet it burned onto her skin as it travelled down.
And it sobered her out of her trance.
Wen Yifan’s gaze travelled to the bright light before moving downwards, noticing Sang Yan’s fully clothed body. She placed her hand on the side of his face and said with a shaky voice, “Sang Yan, you didn’t switch off the lights..”
Hearing that, Sang Yan looked up.
Under the light, the man’s fair complexion and red lips were accentuated with the moisture from his actions. His brows were sharply angled, the inner corners of his eyes were shallow and his pupils a deep black. All these were multiplied ten-fold by the lust embedded within them.
Just like a boldly unconcealed criminal.
“Switch off the lights?” Sang Yan loosened his grip, her clothes in his hand floated back down. His voice was heavy with a hint of a smirk, “how will you be able to see me then?”
“…”
Saying that, Sang Yan let his body fall back onto the bed, pulling her wrists and her with it against himself. Her body lunged forward and fell onto him when she was caught off guard.
The wound on Wen Yifan’s right leg lightly grazed over his trousers.
A light tingling sensation.
Wen Yifan glanced down in reflex.
Noticing her expression, Sang Yan momentarily snapped out of it. He let her wrists go and looked down and realised. “Did it get your wound?”
Before Wen Yifan replied, he had already sat back up.
“Come, let me have a look.”
Wen Yifan said softly, “Not really, it doesn’t hurt.”
Sang Yan didn’t reply and held her knee and inspected the wounds on her thigh.
It had been three to four days now.
Most of the wounds had scabbed over and its colour had darken. Some of the surrounding skin had reddened after getting soaked. There were only a few deeper parts of the wound holding faint stains of blood. The wounds were a stark contrast to her fair skin.
At that moment, it dawned on Sang Yan. He was the ‘bastard’ that he’d talked about just a while ago.
Her wounds weren’t fully healed.
And she just shared her traumatic past with him.
He didn’t even think if she felt adversed to whatever he was doing then.
A second later, Sang Yan straightened his back, the desire in his eyes hadn’t fully subsided. It was mixed with regret. His lips flattened as his eyes fluttered up towards Wen Yifan’s and said, “Sleep.”
Wen Yifan was slightly taken aback.
Looking like he wasn’t going to continue, Sang Yan slowly tidied her hair over her forehead. His gaze was dark as he stared at the marks on her body – his handiwork. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“…”
Wen Yifan stared back at him.
The situation was absurd.
Every corner of her body he had explored with his kisses were still stained wet and lingered with his breath, just like the tickling of feathers.
His actions provoked an unspeakable sense of longing.
And it was also his actions that turned everything into an empty silence even before she had time to respond.
Wen Yifan was still sitting on top of him, her gaze steadied on him.
She didn’t know if it was a problem with her, or if the problem lied with him.
He was the one who started it.
He was the one who held her and kissed her.
And in the end, he was also the one who abruptly interrupted everything over an insignificant thing.
Wen Yifan felt like she had just been used, only accepting his advances without being able to reciprocate. Thinking of Sang Yan’s earlier words, she pursed her lower lip and couldn’t help but say, “Then, do I actually need to pay?”
Sang Yan was caught off-guard, “Huh?”
“I feel like if I return this service of yours,” Wen Yifan’s eyes narrowed, her natural charm still decorating her eyes. She sniffled slightly and said, “It’ll be a loss for me.”
“…”
After she said that, Wen Yifan moved her legs wanting to get down from his body.
And in the next second, she was stopped by his hands.
Wen Yifan looked back and came face to face with his smirk, “What did you say?”
“…”
Sang Yan’s face was contorted in disbelief and amusement, not expecting her to ever say anything like that. He held the back of her waist and pulled her closer to himself, spelling out word for word, “Come, let’s hear it, how would you it be your loss?”
With how close they were, Wen Yifan held her breath, slightly regretting the words she spouted in the impulse of the moment.
Unsure what’d gotten into her, she blurted, “You were never up to standards to accept a fee……”
Hearing her words, Sang Yan raised his brows a little and his tugged his lips down. He held her and pulled her back into their previous position, his actions softer from before.
He held her wrist and brought it down, resting it on his own shirt.
“Well, what should I do in order to meet those standards to accept a fee?”
“…”
All her actions that followed were guided by Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan’s hand was directed by his, pushing up his shirt, exposing his firm abs. His voice was low and gruff, coated with obvious desire, “Do I have to show this to you?”
And sliding upwards.
“Or here?”
Wen Yifan could feel her hands being held in place by his as it travelled all over his body. The back of her ears gradually heated up, hearing him flirt with her while he was unsure of how to react to him.
Up until her hand reached his collarbone.
Sang Yan glanced at her and asked in a provocative way, “Done feasting your eyes?”
Wen Yifan responded a second late with an ‘ah’.
“What’s the next step?” Sang Yan pulled her head down towards himself, his lips resting right next to her ear, his voice fading away as he said, “…please enjoy yourself,”
Wen Yifan’s brain combusted at his next words,
“Miss Customer.”
Wen Yifan froze in place not knowing what to do or say. She pursed her lips and stared at his Adam’s apple and collarbone in her face without any movements.
Sang Yan asked in a low voice, “Why aren’t you kissing?”
“…”
“If you don’t touch your product after paying for it, won’t that be a loss?”
His words lured her into an unescapable trap. Wen Yifan lowered her head and kissed his Adam’s apple lightly, feeling his warmth from his hand pinning her down from the back of her waist.
Sang Yan breathed out as her actions continuously tortured his patience.
Very quickly, his patience wore thin and he pushed her up, capturing her lips with his.
His palms slid down, exploring every corner of her body.
Before they knew it, they switched positions with Wen Yifan on the bed, laying under him, experiencing his words and actions. She felt like she had spent treasure-loads of money and managed to hook up with the top worker in the brothel.
At the last moment, Sang Yan reached out and switched off the lights and grabbed the box by the bed.
In the dark room, Wen Yifan heard a package being torn.
Everything around her faded away, the only thing clear was the person in front of her.
Sang Yan moved gently and patiently, comforting her with sweet kisses. Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her. She whimpered unconsciously at the invasion, but had no intention of backing away.
She didn’t like the touch of any other man.
Except him.
When she was before him, the only thing in her mind was getting closer to him.
The raindrops outside seemed to crescendo as it fell against the windows, slowly, gradually, heavily, echoing through the endless night.
Sang Yan confined her beneath him as he mimicked the rain, the only thing on his mind was to have her for himself.
The many years of longing morphed into a dark raging desire, devouring his sense of rationality.
Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan’s nasally voice, “Sang Yan, it hurts…”
He snapped out of it and asked, his voice coming out hoarse, “Where does it hurt?”
The corners of Wen Yifan’s eyes were red as she hugged his back, unable to speak.
“Why won’t you tell me?” Sang Yan lowered his head and kissed her chin, his movements evidently lightened, but not the tone of his voice, “How would I know where it hurts if you don’t tell me?”
Wen Yifan remained silent.
“Are you not gonna tell me?”
He tilted his head close to her ear and bit her earlobe.
“-then just take it for now.”
TL/N: did I just.. translate a sex scene-
I’m a conservative boring old sht who says no-no to sex before marriage, but if you gonna do, PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX.
=be like Sang Yan, use protection=
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