Translator: Kingbao Editor: DarkGem

  The mansion was silent and no matter how good the soundproof walls were, she could still hear Lu Jinnian talking to Madam Chen.

  As his footsteps became louder, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Qiao Anhao’s eyes remained shut as she pretended to be asleep.

  Lu Jinnian’s footsteps were light. He seemed to have stood at the side of the bed observing her for a long while before going to the bathroom. After about ten minutes, he came out and climbed lightly onto the bed, careful not to wake her up.

  The light scent from the soap mixed with his familiar scent and flew towards Qiao Anhao. She inhaled slightly, the warm heat from his bath entering her system. Her eyes started to sting slightly, tiny droplets framing her lashes before falling onto the pillow.

  Lu Jinnian thought that she was asleep and didn’t disrupt her. The two of them lay apart for a long while before she suddenly turned, waking Lu Jinnian who was about to fall asleep. He opened his eyes in shock, looking at her before calling softly in a sleepy voice, " Qiao Qiao."

  Qiao Anhao didn’t reply, her bright eyes looking straight at him under the faint glow from the bathroom light.

  Lu Jinnian’s mind cleared instantly. Using his elbows to prop himself up, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

  Before he could finish his question, he froze, for she pounced onto him, crashing his propped up body back onto the bed. Lu Jinnian was confused by her sudden actions. He frowned but didn’t object as his lips were violently covered by hers.

  Her kiss was awkward, just like the first night when they were both drunk. With the power of liquor, she had pounced on him just like now, biting his lips randomly, her hands all over his clothes. But she didn’t have much strength. Regardless of how much she tried, she couldn’t rip his clothes off, releasing only the front two buttons of his shirt. Reaching under his shirt, she started to feel his warm chest……

  Lu Jinnian’s mind was still confused, but he was sent completely ablaze by her actions. He had restrained for a month, now that she had taken the initiative, how was he to control himself?

  After being in a daze for about five minutes, he hugged her waist and flipped her over, pressing onto her body, covering her lips violently, his hands ripping off their clothes efficiently.

  She was the only woman he had touched and they didn’t do it often, so he was still considered an amateur, his actions based purely on his instincts.

  He was the only man she had touched, so she didn’t have much experience. With shyness and a lack of courage to let herself go, she was akin to a puppet, following after him without much excitement.

  Even so, without any techniques, they were still able to hit climax, they were still able to touch their deepest, innermost desires.

  Deep into the night, with only their panting, even if they didn’t say a word, they could sense the simplest form of love that their bodies were expressing.

  After a month of abstinence, they started to yearn for more, getting passionate. When it ended, they seemed to have fought a war, lying in fatigue.