Chapter 395: It Won't Hurt You

Jiang Lai hadn't cried a moment ago, but a veil of mist clouded her eyes, and under the dim yellow table lamp her eyes were wet.

Her cheeks, ears, and neck were all flushed.

Ke Zhongyu's blood surged again; instead of leaping forward, he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Do you know how to use your legs?"

Jiang Lai shook her head.

In fact she was also puzzled, wondering why such an option existed.

"You dare agree without knowing," Ke Zhongyu, as if punishing, bit her earlobe, then pressed his lips to her cheek, "Think it through."

"Mm." Jiang Lai lifted her hand to encircle his neck, and the next second his mouth covered hers again.

It wasn't the gentleness of earlier; it could even be called somewhat rough.

Jiang Lai's throat emitted one vague, suppressed sound after another, and as Ke Zhongyu's hand moved down she forced out a relatively clear word: "Um, the light..."

"Turn off the light..."

Ke Zhongyu reached out and switched off the table lamp.

The room fell into total darkness.

Jiang Lai, held by Ke Zhongyu, turned over, and the sound of a metal zipper rang, causing her body to freeze instantly.

Then, under Ke Zhongyu's hand, she became scorching hot again, boiling.

"A Lai." The man's low, hoarse voice was like a magnetic hook, and the palm that lightly patted her thigh seemed electrified.

Jiang Lai, with her back to Ke Zhongyu at that moment, realized what he was about to do the instant she heard the two words "bring together."

It felt as if she were about to be burned.

When a person is hurt, they instinctively try to flee; as Jiang Lai tried to free her leg, her waist was tightly squeezed, and the man whispered in her ear, "It won't hurt you."

A hand cradled her cheek as he turned around.

Kiss.

Jiang Lai's mind was completely occupied by Ke Zhongyu; all the fatigue and discomfort of the day were pushed to the back of her mind by this scorching breath.

The man's kiss came more fiercely than ever, and moisture gathered at the corner of Jiang Lai's eyes.

It must have been the strong heating in the room; she felt extremely hot, as if in summer, her whole body sticky and clammy.

"Ke Zhongyu... Ke Zhongyu..." she was about to be so hot she could barely breathe.

"I'm here, do you feel it, A Lai?" Ke Zhongyu physically let her sense his presence, holding her, "I will always be by your side."

Forever?

A word that feels both endlessly long and fleetingly short.

Jiang Lai swallowed, her throat so dry it seemed about to smoke, and she began pleading for water.

She was like a fish about to dry up.

Until...

Ke Zhongyu lowered his head to kiss her sweaty cheek, released one of the arms holding Jiang Lai, reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, and whoosh pulled out handfuls of paper.

After wiping it clean, Ke Zhongyu whispered, "First loosen my hand, I'll get you some water."

Jiang Lai silently released her hand, without a word, and didn't dare open her eyes to look at Ke Zhongyu.

Footsteps and a door opening reached her ears; after a while the door closed, and the footsteps grew nearer.

"Drink water." Ke Zhongyu knelt on one knee at the bedside, and touched Jiang Lai's curled finger with his own.

Jiang Lai then slowly opened her eyes.

Like a shy, timid cat.

Ke Zhongyu was almost amused, not understanding why Jiang Lai was so shy; she had just restrained him more than he could, fearing to make a sound even to the point of biting her own mouth, so he slipped his thumb in for her teeth to bite.

She bit it as if afraid of hurting him, neither too hard nor too soft.

It was also a kind of torment.

Jiang Lai slightly opened her mouth, and the straw touched her lips.

Like a fish on the brink of death finally seeing water, Jiang Lai drank the whole cup before releasing the straw.

"Want more?" Ke Zhongyu's voice remained hoarse and low.

Jiang Lai shook her head, closed her eyes and kept sleeping.

Ke Zhongyu got up to place the cup, noticing Jiang Lai had a habit of biting the straw, just like she bit his finger—neither too hard nor too soft.

In the darkness, the man let out a low, soft laugh.

The two embraced and fell asleep together for the second time.

But it was their first time sharing the same bed, pillow and all.

Outside the complex at the same time,

in a black car.

The sleeping Xie Yongsi's head slipped, losing his support; he blinked dizzily, looked up, and saw Shen Xun leaning against the car window, still holding the posture he had before falling asleep, gazing up at the opposite housing complex.

Xie Yongsi checked the time: 2 a. m.; they had been following Ke Zhongyu and Jiang Lai's car to this spot for almost six hours.

His stomach was starving, sustained only by the little afternoon tea at the Gu family old mansion.

Xie Yongsi rolled down the window, and cold wind poured in.

"Shen Ge, stop watching; it's this point, if no one comes out, they won't ever come out."

"Shen Ge, they were proper boyfriend and girlfriend, together in January, and now it's already March."

"If we keep watching, Director Ke will have to call the police and catch us, the two voyeuristic maniacs."

Shen Xun brushed the ash from his hand and whispered, "No."

"What?" Xie Yongsi rubbed his ear.

Shen Xun said: "Ke Zhongyu won't call the police to arrest us; if he wanted to call the police, he would have done so when we were following their car."

Xie Yongsi slowly widened his eyes, poked his head out, and asked: "You mean Chief Ke already knew from the start that we were tailing them?"

Shen Xun nodded: "After the previous car accident, Ke Zhongyu's safety is being watched more closely; he not only knows there's a car tailing him, but also knows the person in the car is me—he did it on purpose."

He deliberately let him see their two cars enter the same residential compound, and then never came out again.

"Since you already know, are you still going to wait here? I really can't hold on—I've even got a stiff neck." Xie Yongsi twisted his neck, and it cracked.

Shen Xun took a puff of cigarette, and asked: "Do you think they will?"

"What will they do?" Xie Yongsi asked, then realized, speaking earnestly: "Brother Xun, you two are divorced."

"I know." Perhaps because of the cigarette, Shen Xun's voice was a little hoarse and rough.

Xie Yongsi: "They're already in their late twenties, not eighteen or nineteen; whatever happens is normal."

"Yes." Shen Xun couldn't argue, but deep down he was intensely jealous—Jiang Lai had never done those things with him, yet she held hands, hugged, kissed, and even slept with Ke Zhongyu.

"Brother Xun, you really leave me speechless." Xie Yongsi also couldn't be bothered to say more, urging him: "Let's go—you've already seen the person."

After learning from Xie Yongsi that Jiang Lai was in B City, Shen Xun immediately rushed over, hoping to see Jiang Lai through Xie Yongsi's connection; even taking the fastest flight, by the time he arrived the Gu family's guests had already dispersed.

I had thought I wouldn't get to see her, but in the end I still caught sight of Jiang Lai and Ke Zhongyu emerging from the main gate of the Gu family's old residence.

Jiang Lai turned out to be the daughter of the Gu family.

She is the true eldest daughter of the Gu Clan Travel Literature.

Jiang Lai not only had a respected status, but also an extraordinary background; again and again she shocked him, and again and again she made him regret.

If a person has never possessed something, after missing it they will not excessively regret it.

But it's different once you've had it; after possessing and then losing it, it's like misplacing something that ought to belong to you—even if you didn't cherish it at first, it's still yours, leaving an empty spot in your heart, regardless of size, that can never be filled again; this is a possessiveness everyone has.

Moreover, Shen Xun had already regretted it long ago, and also realized his feelings for Jiang Lai.

After belatedly realizing he had already lost her, the pain surged like tidewaves, repeatedly beating against his heart.