Miao Jing smiled enchantingly, her eyes gleaming like autumn waters, standing naturally relaxed before him. She pulled off her hair tie, letting her thick long hair cascade down, brushing over her shoulders as she moved. Looking up at him again, her high-neck sweater slowly revealed an alluring form as her arms raised, the soft long dress falling heavily to the floor. She kicked off her flats, casually stepping barefoot on the clothes, her minimal black silk undergarments exquisitely glossy against her snow-white slender body, with the quality of sweet-scented jade and white porcelain.

Her body, hidden under loose clothing, was unexpectedly beautiful.

Chen Yi sat motionless on the sofa, feeling his blood flowing cold and slow through his body, watching the person before him impassively, his pitch-black eyes particularly indifferent, yet his gaze stuck firmly to her.

That gaze was almost tangible, like invisible spider silk, wandering over her hair, eyes, lips, neck, and body, savoring the temperature and force of years past, those memories flowing beneath excitement and secret mad explorations of sweetness. His well-liked gaze was like deeply buried ice and snow, faintly concealing blue-green cold flames, silently jumping beneath thick layers of ice.

She approached, her weight sinking onto his thigh, delicate fingers pressing against his sturdy legs, then caressing his broad chest, finally resting on his stern cheek.

Faced with such snow-white beauty, Chen Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes closing coldly, yet his hands instinctively encircled her slender waist, stroking her smooth, warm skin.

After a long while, his voice hoarse: “In summer, your body was cool, and when it got colder, it became warm, especially comfortable to hold.”

His distinctive knuckles wandered over her graceful body without warmth.

“Your chest isn’t big enough, just right to grasp with one hand, needs force to squeeze out a deep valley.”

“Always dressed so properly, but your skin is very delicate, casual kisses leave marks easily.”

His large hands lingered on her straight legs, addicted to the silk-like smooth skin.

“When hit here, the red marks spread wide, only fading by the next morning.”

His long fingers finally pressed against that small piece of fabric, barely touching, lightly stroking and rubbing.

Miao Jing tried hard to hold her chaotic breathing, her body tense, the jade arms on his shoulders trembling slightly, her eyes rippling with emotion, teeth biting her lips as she let him explore.

Whether burning with jealousy or overwhelmed with envy, his tone became particularly restrained and calm.

“Were they as good as me?”

She asked tremblingly: “In what way?”

His tone was gentle and intimate: “What do you think?”

“Of course…” she half-closed her eyes, swallowing with difficulty.

His deep black eyes suddenly opened, flashing bright, fixed steadily on her, examining carefully, his lips slowly curving into a cold, wanton smile: “How could they be enough…”

Miao Jing was slightly stunned.

“I remember you would get wet quickly with just a touch, didn’t you do it at the hotel? After showering, your body would be cool, with moisture and body wash fragrance.” His palm fondled her flawless skin willfully. “Seven hours is enough time to do anything, how come there’s not a single mark from kissing or touching?”

His fingers slipped under the fabric, joints curved as they slid back and forth across the soft area. Miao Jing gave a muffled cry of surprise, her waist going soft, biting her lip to stop her voice, brows tightly knitted as she lay against his shoulder.

His temple veins bulged, his whole body tense as iron, his demeanor icy yet filled with killing intent, arm muscles bulging from excessive force, fingers moving with difficulty: “After doing it, you’d be especially wet and soft here, dripping with just a light touch.”

With a sudden rough movement, Miao Jing twisted her waist, her body trembling and swaying with his motions, her eyes reddened: “Chen Yi.” She called his name weakly, the entering fingers making her body uncomfortable and restless, frowning as she gasped.

Chen Yi’s brows locked tight, biting his back teeth hard: “You didn’t come back for me. Who the fuck cares if you came back, getting cocky? Coming back to seduce me, trouble me, what do you take me for? I’m from the streets, you’re playing with me? You fucking want to die?”

His entire body was hard as stone, burning hot, yet his thoughts were ice-cold, rough fingertips maliciously teasing. Miao Jing called his name repeatedly in distress, the discomfort particularly strong without foreplay’s comfort. She said it hurt intermittently, her small face tightly wrinkled, her waist going soft, struggling to escape his restraint, her face flushed as she fell against his arm gasping.

What mood was there now for romance, the person in his arms was like a thorny enchantress. Since her return, his previously carefree days had been turned upside down. Every day was torment; if she had been obedient, life could have continued smoothly, but she had to cause trouble, bothering him here and there. How could those cherry lips speak so many words that stabbed at his lungs, flipping his heart over and over in hot oil? Before, she only knew how to give him trouble and cause problems, when had he ever owed her anything in this life?

His large palm showed no mercy as he raised his hand to spank her bottom, his expression fierce: “I’m your fucking brother, you dare treat me like this? I’ve been in the game for over ten years, and I fall into your hands?”

The crisp sound of slaps broke the romantic atmosphere. Her bottom was both painful and numb, she felt ashamed and embarrassed, struggling with hands and feet on top of him, her face red enough to drip color.

“Chen Yi! Chen Yi!! Ah… it hurts…”

The bottom under his hand felt extremely good, he kneaded and pinched and spanked, the slapping sounds continuous, a hint of sadistic pleasure rising in his heart as he cursed.

“Remember how I used to spank you when you were little? You dare say those things to me, tired of living, aren’t you? Do you think I can’t see through you stringing me along? Deliberately playing with me, went away for a few years and got cocky, came back for a vacation to show off? Using all your male tactics on me, feels especially good and exciting, doesn’t it? Huh?”

Miao Jing bit her teeth with tears in her eyes: “Weren’t you enjoying it too? While I was gone, letting Tu Li wear my dress to bed with you, then secretly washing the dress afterward, wasn’t that exciting enough for you?”

“Didn’t do it, stopped.” Using this to confront him again, he roared angrily, giving her one final hard spank, “I fucking keep my word, since you came back, when haven’t I been accommodating you!”

She lay softly but stubbornly on the sofa, feeling her bottom burning with pain, yet also feeling unbearably ashamed. Her cherry lips and fine brows were both pouting and furrowing, tears threatening to roll from her eyes. Chen Yi’s face had turned iron-blue with anger, his mind and body feeling split, not knowing how many holes had been poked, ice and heat surging together in his body. He trembled severely, urgently flipping open his cigarette case, shakily biting the filter as he lit up, the spark igniting as he took several deep drags in succession, collapsing back, his heart finally feeling somewhat better.

His cold sharp eyes were hidden in thick strong smoke, half of Miao Jing’s body rubbed against him, her face buried in messy hair. He held his arm and, after half a cigarette, loosened his belt buckle, his painfully swollen legs finally feeling some relief. Keeping the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he pushed her, his tone frivolous: “I’m not interested, didn’t you want to do it? Get on top of yourself, let me see how capable you are.”

Miao Jing was twisted up by his push, raising her head slightly, her eyes dejected and lacking energy, just following his movement to rest her head against his leg, occasionally blinking her lashes lightly, pressing her lips together, curling up her body in silent coldness.

Chen Yi smoked two cigarettes in succession, the smoke making the living room dark and gloomy. This day had been full of torment, and he’d been drinking in the evening, really too lazy to move. He sprawled across the sofa with his large frame, his arm touching her cold thin shoulder, curled up small beside him, holding her breath, eyes closed, not speaking. Steeling his heart, he pulled her into his arms, tucking her into the gap between the sofa and his body, his chest against her back, casually pulling over a sofa throw, shaking it open to cover them, closing his eyes to sleep.

The not-so-spacious sofa barely fit two adults lying on their sides, packed tightly together. Miao Jing’s body warmed up from the temperature behind her, the rich scent of tobacco and alcohol surrounding her clean skin, distant yet familiar, particularly comforting. Without realizing it, she also closed her eyes and fell asleep.

They had similar dreams.

That scorching summer day, in the room with tightly drawn curtains and dim light, the whirring fan blowing coolness, moving their thin bodies as they embraced in sleep, whispering intimately.

This cuddling sleeping position couldn’t last all night. Around two or three in the morning, they both turned over from deep sleep, vaguely aware of the person beside them, both half-asleep, consciousness hazy and drifting. No one knew who started it, with a light kiss on the ear, then wandering to the cheek, finally finding soft lips, kissing and sucking with ultimate tenderness.

Half-asleep, their intertwined breathing was hazy and intoxicated, sweet fragrance mixing with faint tobacco smell, bodies instinctively liking, comfortable, slightly trembling, mental defenses completely lost in the pleasure of kissing. This was a fuzzy period between past and present, with no one wanting to pursue whether it was the past or now. His large palm wandered between smooth legs, insatiably caressing and rubbing back and forth, extremely fine electric currents running through their intertwined limbs, his arousal quietly releasing, hot as it pressed into that thin, tightly closed gap between her legs. Bodies lightly trembling, joined lips slightly releasing suppressed gasps, passionate deep kisses matching powerful waist movements, from slow steady rhythm to rapid impacts. The pitch-dark living room echoed with intimate sounds, fabric casually wiping away fluids from the skin, everything returning to silence.

Both kept their eyes closed, breathing lightly, limbs intertwined. He buried his head in her long hair to inhale her scent, she rested in his arms, using his arm as a pillow, fingers repeatedly stroking his smooth muscles, speaking like in a dream.

“What were you doing in these years I was gone?”

“Getting by, making money.”

“What else?”

“Having fun.”

“Did you think of me?”

“Sometimes.”

“Was there anything… special?”

“No.”

“Why did Bo Zi’s leg become lame, what happened to that nightclub? Where did you go afterward…”

“What’s the point of bringing up such things, I have a legitimate identity now, I’ve reformed.”

He held her tight, falling into deep sleep again. Miao Jing closed her eyes, curling up quietly, accompanying his peaceful breathing as she once again fell into dreamland.