Chapter 94

Du Shanü's words fell silent, and the room was left with only the sound of rain——

Affection.

Indeed, it was the affection he had been waiting for.

Thunder rolled through the clouds, a deep, rumbling boom, like something vibrating in the chest.

The grayish light spot on the paper window was split bright by a flash of lightning, then darkened again, so dark her brows and eyes blurred, only that speck of moisture on her lips flickering in the alternating light.

Chinu felt a little unable to bear it, wanting to kiss her, but Du Shanü retreated half a step, leaving the bewitching beauty before him.

The lightning flared, and a chill swept back.

His wet clothes clung to his back, rainwater trickled down the hem, pooling into a small hollow on the floor tiles, reflecting the occasional flash of lightning.

Du Shanü lowered her gaze to her own hem, which was dripping drop by drop, then turned and walked toward the table——

There lay a piece of dry cotton cloth, coarse, grayish-white, folded neatly.

She bent to reach it, her fingers just touching the corner of the cloth, when someone pressed up behind her.

Chinu leaned in from behind, not touching her......

But he was very close.

So close she could feel the airflow from his chest rising and falling, the chill on her wet clothes warmed by his body heat, actually steaming into a thin layer of warmth.

He reached out and snatched the cloth from her fingertips.

Du Shanü didn't move, merely brushing his knuckles as if nothing had happened.

His fingers were long, with distinct knuckles, calluses on the pads—clearly from her brushing his hand, yet it sent a tiny itch under her fingertips.

The itch was slight, but it traveled up from the base of her fingers to her wrist bone, making Du Shanü pause where her pulse throbbed.

"Please let Chinu...... serve."

His voice dropped, a husky whisper, like something soaked in rain, or like the kiss just now still smoldering.

Du Shanü found it intriguing, so she truly sought a seat and sat down, awaiting the so‑called 'service'.

Chinu knelt on one knee beside the bed, twisting the dry cloth in his hands.

Du Shanü's soaked, wring‑out black hair was gently grasped in his palm, wrapped in the cotton cloth, and slowly squeezed.

Water was pressed from the strands, trickling down her spine, cool but not enough to raise a chill.

Because his hand followed immediately, laying over her hair through the cloth, starting at the ends and moving upward inch by inch, patiently and slowly wiping.

After that lingering kiss, the millennia‑old gloom and perverseness in Chinu's eyes seemed to vanish completely, his brows and eyes now soft, clear, and warm.

His gaze lingered, and he wiped with great care.

His fingers slid from the roots to the tips, then curved around to the side of her ear.

As the cloth brushed her earlobe, Du Shanü could even feel his breathing deepen, as he secretly inhaled.

Clearly, there was no skin‑to‑skin contact.

But after that breath, the subtle hint of intimacy in the room grew many times stronger.

Du Shanü slightly turned her face, lowered her eyes to look at him, and he took the opportunity to draw nearer, until his nose almost brushed her cheek.

His lips were slightly parted, overly red, still glistening with moisture; his breath fell on her lips, tap, tap, as if testing, yet also urging.

Du Shanü wasn't in a hurry; she simply asked:

"All wiped?"

Chinu didn't answer.

He merely tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers again.

This time it wasn't the heavy, urgent kiss from before.

This kiss was slow, so slow it seemed like the first time he had learned to kiss.

His lips first touched her upper lip, pressing lightly, then withdrew, then met her lower lip, sucking, releasing, sucking again.

The tip of his tongue wandered between her lips, not entering, only tracing the outside, tap, tap, as if drawing a shape only he knew.

Du Shanü reached out, slipping her fingers into his wet hair, tightening them slightly.

The pain from his hair forced Chinu to lift his head, in a posture of submission, letting out a pained grunt:

"Mmm‑hmm......"

Heaven and earth grew dim, and the three moles on the beauty's face had long since blurred.

But only now did Du Shanü finally feel a pleasure rising from below, penetrating flesh and viscera, reaching straight to the soul.

Du Shanü didn't know how to describe this pleasure......

After all, in two lifetimes she had never felt such a sensation.

Her very bones and blood boiled, her three hun and seven po clamoring.

Du Shanü's prideful rationality had utterly collapsed......

Only one thought remained in her mind, striking again and again against her fragile nerves——

【Chinu, she still wants Chinu……】

Chinu lifted his face, pulled slightly back by her, his Adam's apple forming a sharp arc, still wet with rain that traced the lines down into his collar.

His lashes were half‑lowered, casting a small fan‑shaped shadow on his cheekbone; his lips, overly red from the recent kiss, were slightly parted, revealing a tip of tongue when he breathed.

Du Shanü relaxed her fingers.

His head then lowered, his forehead nearly touching her knee, like a tamed beast that had finally shed all its fangs and claws, leaving only a soaked, slightly trembling frame of skin and bone.

Du Shanü bent down, her lips brushing the top of his head.

"Get up."

Du Shanü spoke, her voice carrying a hoarseness she herself hadn't noticed:

"Go to the bed, I'll change your medicine."

Chinu didn't move.

He knelt there, his breathing still ragged, and only after a while did he lift his head.

In those eyes that used to be cold and sharp, there now lay a wet, unfocused bewilderment, as if someone had yanked him out of a sweet dream, still tinged with reluctance.

"...... medicine?" He asked, his voice hoarse, barely audible.

He asked, his voice hoarse to the point of being unintelligible.

Du Shanü's finger tapped his left rib, feeling through the soaked clothes the bandage wrapped underneath, already damp, moisture seeping out, carrying a faint smell of blood.

"The wound under your ribs."

"Soaked in rainwater, if you don't change the medicine it will get worse."

Chinu pressed his lips together, seeming somewhat unwilling.

But he didn't know what he was thinking; a faint ripple passed through his eyes, then he slowly rose and climbed onto the bed.

The bed in this old reception hut naturally couldn't compare with a luxurious one, but its advantage was cleanliness: the bedding was dry, neatly folded, and looked soft and inviting.

Chinu sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to undo the knot at his waist.

His collar fell open.

Du Shanü's gaze fell upon it.

His skin was very white, the kind of pallor that comes from never seeing sunlight, almost sickly.

His collarbones were sharp, his chest muscles not exaggerated but well-defined, the wet fabric's folds carving them into alternating light and dark patches.

With each rise and fall of his breath, every inch seemed to hold just the right amount of tension.

Further down, the outline of his ribs appeared.

At the position of his third and fourth left ribs, a bandage soaked through with rainwater was wrapped around, grayish-white, its edges slightly yellowed, staining with a light brown medicinal residue and blood.

The wound wasn't long, about two inches, located at the rib's edge, already turned white from soaking in rainwater, its edges slightly turned outward, revealing the tender red new flesh underneath.

Du Shanü wasn't seeing the wound for the first time, yet seeing it now she still furrowed her brows.

Chinu's wound, after all this back-and-forth, never fully healed...

She reached out, her fingertip lightly pressing the wound's edge, feeling the throbbing pulse and scorching heat beneath.

Chinu's body visibly tensed, his abdominal muscles tightened, and the shadow beneath his ribs deepened another layer.

"Does it hurt?"

"...... No."

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, hoarse, low, trembling with extreme repression.

It wasn't because of pain.

Du Shanü of course knew it wasn't because of pain.

Because, she too was parched.

The two were in perfect sync, neither exposing the other.

Du Shanü rummaged in her pack for a dry cotton cloth, first wiping the rainwater from his waist and abdomen.

The cotton cloth passed over the youth's body, every inch wiped carefully.

When she wiped his waist side, Chinu suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Du Shanü lifted her eyes; Chinu's eye corners were slightly reddened, and he murmured:

"...... Hurt......"

"Hurt...... still want...... hurt me."

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