Chapter 295: A Woman Is a Person Too

It was already the small hours of the night; outside, the pitch-black darkness was dotted with starlight, and snow drifted down from the sky.

Hurrying passers-by hunched their bodies, rushing along in the bone-chilling weather.

Inside the suite it was as gentle as spring — not only thick with an ambiguous atmosphere, but also with a scorching heat like the midsummer sun.

The two clung to each other on the sofa, lips brushing, kissing fiercely, as if trying to melt the other into their own body.

Liu Tianxian lay beneath Fang Hong, dressed in a white bathrobe, eyes tightly shut, her face like a feverish apple, her expression seeming to carry a hint of enjoyment.

She held Fang Hong's head, doing her best to meet this man's roaming kisses, from her face all the way down to her neck.

The skin here was fine and tender, carrying an enticing, lingering fragrance — a scent unique to Liu Tianxian, natural and pure, like the subtle perfume of a maiden, capable of stirring a sense of pleasure.

When his tongue touched the mole on her neck, her head involuntarily tilted high, sensitive, her mind going blank.

Fang Hong's hand roamed over her body, slipping under the hem of the bathrobe and inside the garment.

She had come straight from a bath, so naturally she wore nothing underneath — from her belly upward was bare skin; he gripped firmly.

"Ah!!!"

A scream shattered the mood, seeming to carry panic; Liu Tianxian, as if jolted by some stimulus, shoved the man before her away.

He had no idea what was happening — just now everything was fine, then suddenly a scream, suddenly being pushed away; the whole thing happened in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Liu Tianxian looked flustered, hurriedly leaning forward to embrace Fang Hong again, gently stroking his back to comfort him: "My fault, my fault, I'm sorry."

Her expression was both panicked and ashamed, yet she was soothing Fang Hong as if coaxing a little baby — it all seemed contradictory.

She wanted this man to do something, yet there seemed to be some insurmountable obstacle in the way, leaving Fang Hong utterly baffled, unsure what to do.

He could only enjoy her tenderness for the moment, and let her calm down a little.

As time passed, once Liu Tianxian's emotions had settled slightly, she lifted Fang Hong's face and asked tenderly: "Are you okay?"

"Should be — whose fault is it but my own itchy hands." There was a hint of grievance in Fang Hong's tone.

Right at the peak of his excitement, she shoved him away.

"Blame me, blame me." Liu Tianxian's voice carried guilt; she gently stroked his face, then embraced him again, looking deeply self-reproachful.

It left Fang Hong unable to stay angry; he asked: "Did I hurt you by squeezing?"

"No, you didn't hurt me — it's my own issue, nothing to do with you." Liu Tianxian explained, then separated from him to sit facing him.

"Then what was it?" Fang Hong asked again.

Liu Tianxian fell silent, wrapping her bathrobe around herself and tying the sash — he had just undone it earlier, leaving things in a mess, a flash of spring scenery exposed.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath to begin with, but she didn't care about that; what she cared about was the hurdle in her heart.

Fang Hong didn't rush her, waiting for her to speak.

"Back when I was filming, someone suddenly grabbed me, and even tore my clothes."

Liu Tianxian swept her long hair back, looking at the man before her: "It startled me at the time — I went completely blank, the whole world went dark."

Listening to her account, Fang Hong's expression softened slightly — so there was a reason.

No wonder she never let him touch her there; even last year at the hospital it was the same — when he tried to go higher, she gritted her teeth and threatened to chop off his hand.

On the other hand, when the two of them were together normally, her butt, belly, back — every part was fair game, and she was very cooperative.

Fang Hong asked again: "When did this happen?"

"When filming 'The Return of the Condor Heroes', when I was sixteen or seventeen." Liu Tianxian said.

Fang Hong thought it over — back then she was still very young, a green and tender age, with her mother following along to protect her.

He had heard about this incident too; he hadn't expected it had left a psychological shadow on Liu Tianxian — he'd assumed it was just his Dragon Claw Hand being too fierce.

Seeing him fall silent, Liu Tianxian spoke again: "There were a lot of people at the time, many people were lifting me up high, and caught off guard, someone just—"

She didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

"Was the person caught?" Fang Hong asked.

Liu Tianxian gently shook her head, a touch of dejection in her heart.

There were so many people at the time — she had no idea whose hand it was; how could they possibly catch anyone?

Even if they caught him, what then?

"It's okay, it's been so long — try to let it go, relax." Fang Hong patted her hand in comfort.

All he could do was offer comfort; it had been so long ago.

It was just hard on him — he'd thought tonight he could finally have his fill.

Liu Tianxian also felt guilty in her heart; she raised a hand and stroked his cheek: "You won't blame me, will you?"

"How could I blame you? If anything, I feel for you." Fang Hong's tone was gentle.

With a wound like that, one had to be understanding, to soothe the trauma left behind, not be too forceful.

The words moved Liu Tianxian; she leaned in and kissed his lips, face-to-face with him at close range: "I'm the one who wronged you."

"No, you haven't wronged me, and don't put pressure on yourself — take it slow, it'll pass." Fang Hong's words could be felt on Liu Tianxian's breath.

Liu Tianxian gave a soft laugh, feeling fortunate that this man could understand her; she pouted her lips, about to kiss him again.

"No, no more." Fang Hong raised a hand to block her lips.

"What's wrong?" Liu Tianxian was puzzled.

"If you keep going, I'm going to burst — I really can't hold it." Fang Hong's gaze flicked downward.

Liu Tianxian followed his gaze and glanced down; her face turned slightly awkward — not an easy thing to handle — she said softly: "I'll overcome the difficulty as soon as I can and make it up to you." "Alright, you said it." Fang Hong said.

"I said it." Liu Tianxian nodded firmly, then nestled against this man's chest like a little woman.

She knew she was being too hard on this man.

Once the two of them had talked it out, they both felt relieved — it wasn't a big deal; with mental preparation, given enough time, she would naturally adapt.

Only Fang Hong was a little unsatisfied, still missing that wonderful softness — it really was so soft; thinking of it, he couldn't help raising his hand and sniffing it before his nose!

Liu Tianxian raised her eyes and saw, pushing his hand away: "What are you sniffing?"

"Not sniffing anything."

Fang Hong smiled — there was still a fragrance on it.

Liu Tianxian shot him a look. That was the very hand that had grabbed her just now, but she let him be.

"If you men hold it in, will it mess you up?" she asked, curious.

"It will. Bottling it up causes problems in the heart," Fang Hong said.

"Ah!" Liu Tianxian startled, sat up: "Then what do you do? How do you take care of it?"

Fang Hong looked at her, held out his palm, five fingers spread — the meaning was self-evident.

Liu Tianxian pointed at his hand in surprise.

"Right," Fang Hong admitted openly. With the two of them at this stage, there was nothing to hide.

If you can't do it and don't use your hand, what else would you use? He was a normal man, not a eunuch.

Liu Tianxian looked at his hand, then glanced down at his crotch, and let out an "Eek."

She was a little scared — it felt so wicked.

She was a little afraid of that thing on a man, all hot, and in any case an evil beyond imagination.

Fang Hong pulled her over, let her lie in his embrace, his hand fondling her tender cheek: "Are you disgusted?"

"No, I'm not disgusted," Liu Tianxian protested.

"And you still say you're not." Fang Hong rubbed her rosy lips with his finger.

"Only a tiny bit, but it's fine, I don't mind." Liu Tianxian gestured with her hand.

She knew it had hurt the man a little, pawing at her face and lips, yet she didn't stop him — even though that hand had touched that thing.

But as long as she didn't think about it, she didn't mind.

"And you women, then? What do you do when you're feeling empty?" Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian nestled in his arms, looked up at the man above her, ran a hand over his face and mouth, and laughed: "With this."

Fang Hong's eyes went wide.

"We're women, but we're people too," Liu Tianxian teased him with a half-smile.

"Seems about right."

Fang Hong couldn't imagine that scene with Liu Tianxian — he shook his head at the thought. So wicked.

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Tianxian tapped his forehead.

"Not thinking about anything." Fang Hong came back to himself.

"Pfft, you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Liu Tianxian knew what this man was imagining about her, just as she too would wonder how this man was handling himself.

She straightened her face and said primly: "I don't know about others — I just hold it in."

"Can you really hold it in?" Fang Hong blurted.

Mainly out of curiosity — they said women were even more lustful than men.

"What's there that can't be held in? Hold it in long enough and it passes. I don't think it's anything, perfectly normal." Liu Tianxian said it lightly.

Fang Hong was amazed — that was almost inhuman. Just hold it in and it passes? What kind of mental realm would that take? Why couldn't he do it?

"But I've seen you get pretty worked up sometimes," he said.

Sometimes Liu Tianxian seemed even more impatient than he was.

"Because I have needs too, I need to be cared for. I want you to care for me — when you care for me, I let it out when I should, I don't suppress myself." Liu Tianxian said.

"So that's how it is," Fang Hong said.

When you should hold it in, just hold it in and it passes; when you should let it out, let it out — don't bottle it up, don't short yourself either. Pretty impressive.

A normal person couldn't do it — desire takes over the brain, do it first and worry about it later, who cares about all that.

"What about you — are you the same?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"No, I can't hold it in. I have to take care of it a couple of times." As Fang Hong said this, his hand went back to fondling her face.

"Then you really can't control yourself," Liu Tianxian said.

"Being able to hold back from sleeping with other women is already something — if I don't take care of it myself, you're asking too much of me," Fang Hong said.

"Fair enough." Liu Tianxian nodded.

She didn't see anything wrong with it — everyone has needs, she has them too, she just can hold it in.

The two chatted for a long while, and Liu Tianxian seemed to relax. Mainly, after chatting so long, she was no longer as fiery, no longer as surging as before — she had calmed down.

But chatting about raunchy topics with this man so casually, she didn't mind any taboo.

(End of chapter)