Jiang Lingxi suddenly recalled a Greek myth she had read as a child. At this moment, Mu Yang seemed like the hero who seized the Golden Fleece, while she was the lamb he had conquered. The thought made her chuckle softly—there was a trace of self-mockery in her laughter, but also a touch of sweetness.
When Mu Yang gently placed her onto the soft bed, her fingers unconsciously traced the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck.
That familiar mark warmed her heart, as if time had rewound, bringing her back to a cherry blossom-filled afternoon. Back then, Mu Yang had been a shy teenager, his face flushed as he secretly slipped a love letter into her schoolbag. His birthmark had been just as slightly reddened as it was now.
Mu Yang's palm lightly covered Jiang Lingxi's eyes, and the light filtering through his fingers flickered in her vision, like scattered stars. His voice was low and tender, as if coming from a distant place.
"Lingxi, this time, I won't let you leave again."
Jiang Lingxi felt the warmth of his fingertips, and in that fleeting moment, it was as if she could hear the sound of cherry blossoms falling—gentle yet resolute, just like the love they had carried across twenty years.
As they reached the bedside, Mu Yang gently shifted his body, pressing down upon her with natural ease. His gaze was deep and fervent, filled with tenderness and longing, as if he wanted to etch the girl before him into his heart, blend her into his very soul.
His kiss was as light as a feather, carrying delicate traces of warmth as it landed on Jiang Lingxi's smooth, jade-like forehead. The touch was like the softest spring breeze brushing past. He traced along the curve of her crescent-shaped brows with meticulous care, as though she were the most precious masterpiece in the world. When his lips grazed her bright, expressive eyes, her lashes fluttered lightly, as if stirred by his tenderness, sending ripples through her heart.
His kisses then trailed down to her delicate, sculpted nose, pausing briefly at the tip. The ticklish sensation made Jiang Lingxi shudder slightly. Finally, his lips descended upon hers—soft, trembling, and as delicate as cherry blossoms in spring.
The room was so quiet that only the faint sounds of their lips and tongues entwining could be heard. The air grew thick with an intimate, sultry atmosphere. Mu Yang's hands tightened around Jiang Lingxi's slender waist, the narrowness of it making his desire surge even stronger. He pulled her full, perky hips against him, as if trying to fuse them into one.
His lips captured hers in an unyielding embrace, his tongue pressing forward with an irresistible force, prying open her soft lips and tangling with hers. Their mingled breaths and intertwining tongues created an intoxicating, wet sound—one that was enough to make anyone blush. In this small, secluded world, love spread recklessly, unfettered and wild.
Lingxi couldn't help but let out a soft, pleasure-laced sound from her delicate lips: "Ah~~ mm~~." Her hands, as if acting on their own, instinctively tangled into Mu Yang's hair, her fingers gently caressing his scalp. Her entire body arched involuntarily, and the way she responded made her feel a hint of shame.
Mu Yang paused slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered in a husky, heated voice, "Baby, you're so sweet. Let me savor your taste. I want you—I want to press you deep into my body, make you a part of me." His words, filled with raw desire, lingered in the air, making the already sultry atmosphere even more intoxicating.
Their lips melded together once again, at first tracing each other with soft, lingering brushes. But as emotions flared, the kiss grew deeper, hotter, more fervent. Lingxi let out a delicate, trembling whimper—lost in his embrace, yet also responding to his passion.
Mu Yang's breath became ragged, the faint sound of his panting especially distinct in the quiet room. The mingling of their breaths, the soft moans, and the deepening of their kiss formed a melody unique to them—a love song that pushed the intimate atmosphere to its peak.
Lingxi's hands instinctively tightened around Mu Yang's arms, her fingertips pressing so hard they turned white. Her face flushed a deep red as she murmured in a voice barely louder than a whisper, "Mu Yang, I… I like you so much." As she spoke, she clung to his arms even tighter, as if trying to pour all of her overflowing love into that single touch. She could feel the burning heat radiating from his body, a warmth so intense that it felt like their souls were melting into one another.
"Lingxi, you're so beautiful."
Between kisses, Mu Yang panted slightly, his dark eyes reflecting Lingxi's delicate face as if they held an entire galaxy of shimmering stars. His voice trembled faintly with excitement, filled with intoxication and adoration, as though the girl before him was the most unparalleled treasure in the world—one he was willing to drown in, unable to escape.
"Mu Yang…" Lingxi softly called his name, her fair cheeks instantly flushing a shade as vivid as the evening glow, blooming into a breathtaking crimson—like a ripened apple, tender and irresistible. She looked as shy as a startled fawn, unable to meet Mu Yang's gaze, which brimmed with passion, as if it held the brilliance of the entire cosmos.
Seeing this, Mu Yang hurriedly whispered words of reassurance, his voice as gentle as the warmest spring breeze. "Lingxi, don't be afraid. I'm here."
As he spoke, his hands, overflowing with tenderness, wandered carefully over her delicate body, like the softest breeze caressing the first blossoms of spring. His fingertips first traced over the graceful curve of her shoulder, her silky skin trembling slightly in rhythm with her nervous breaths, as if composing a silent yet mesmerizing melody.
Slowly, his fingers glided down her arm, smooth and flawless like jade, as though painting a masterpiece with each careful stroke—savoring every inch of her existence. Finally, his hands settled firmly on her slender waist, its softness fitting perfectly in his grasp.
Pressing a lingering kiss against her waist, Mu Yang murmured, "Do you know, Lingxi? To me, you are the most beautiful existence in this world." His deep, affectionate voice lingered in the air, whispering against her ear, weaving love into every syllable.
Jiang Lingxi felt her body turn to jelly under his tender, loving touch, as if every cell in her being had been gently awakened. A soft moan escaped her throat: "Mu Yang..." Her voice was as delicate as a wisp of willow fluff caught in a spring breeze, carrying threads of shyness and longing. At the sound, Mu Yang lifted his head slowly, as if rousing from a deep reverie. His gaze seemed tangible, like a magnet locking onto Jiang Lingxi's expressive eyes. In that moment, his eyes overflowed with love like crashing tidal waves, while resolve stood firm as an unyielding rock.
He took a deep breath, as if gathering all his passion into a forceful declaration. "Lingxi, I love you. This love grows from the depths of my heart and roots itself in my soul. I want you—want to walk with you through every dawn and dusk, to share every year and every season."
Jiang Lingxi bit her lower lip, the faint whitening indent betraying her inner turmoil. Her eyes sparkled like starlight in the night sky, first flickering with hesitation. Then, a storm of thoughts raged through her mind, crashing and colliding. But in an instant, her heart tilted toward Mu Yang. She nodded slightly, her silken hair swaying like blossoms trembling in a gentle spring breeze, exuding softness and bashfulness.
Mu Yang stood at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths as he fought to steady his racing pulse. The air hummed with charged anticipation, the dim golden light casting shadows that danced across Jiang Lingxi's flushed cheeks. His fingers hovered over her trembling form, as if afraid the slightest touch might shatter the fragile moment. When he finally reached out, his hands shook with reverence, brushing aside a lock of hair that clung to her neck—a gesture both possessive and worshipful.
With excruciating slowness, he began unfastening the tiny pearl buttons of her silk blouse. Each click of the fastening seemed to echo in the silent room, his thumb grazing her collarbone with deliberate slowness. "You're trembling," he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. "Shall I stop?" His eyes searched hers, pupils dilated with desire yet softening at the sight of her parted lips.
Jiang Lingxi's breath hitched as his knuckles brushed the swell of her breast. "No..." she whispered hoarsely, her nails digging into the sheets. "Don't stop... but..." Her protest died as his lips trailed down her jawline, teeth nipping gently at her earlobe.
"But?" he prompted, kneeling now between her parted knees. His palms slid up her calves, calloused fingers caressing the delicate skin behind her knees. "Tell me what you need, my love." His voice dropped to a velvet purr as his thumbs pressed circles into her inner thighs, inching ever closer to the lace-trimmed edge of her panties.
A strangled gasp escaped her as his lips followed the path of his hands. "We shouldn't..." she managed, even as her hips lifted involuntarily. "Not yet..." Her words dissolved into a moan when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below her navel.
Mu Yang paused, resting his forehead against her stomach. "Then say the word," he said, his breath hot through the thin fabric. "Say 'stop' and I'll never touch you again. But if you say 'yes'..." He looked up at her through dark lashes, lips curving into a sinful smile. "I promise to make you forget your own name."
Her answer came in the form of tangled fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes," she breathed, arching into his touch. "Yes."
He lifted his gaze to meet Jiang Lingxi's eyes, his expression overflowing with profound affection and longing. "Lingxi, I love you," he murmured softly, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand emotions as it reverberated through the stillness. His eyes reddened slightly, his sensual Adam's apple bobbing as he gently parted her inner thighs, revealing the glistening core that made Mu Yang's blood surge. In that moment, he became a ravenous wolf, desperate to devour this trembling lamb, to ravage her thoroughly until she cried out for mercy.
Mu Yang's resolve snapped like a taut string. In an instant, his lips were descending with a hunger that seemed to consume him. His hands, large and slightly rough, slid up the soft expanse of Jiang Lingxi's thighs, fingers splayed possessively. As his mouth neared her most intimate place, his breath hitched, and his own body trembled with anticipation. His eyes, locked onto the sight before him, were ablaze with a mixture of desire and reverence.
He couldn't help but let out a low, guttural growl as he took in the sight of the hidden pink bloom, like a precious flower nestled in a lush, secret garden. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with lust. "You're so perfect, Lingxi." His breath fanned across the delicate petals, making them quiver even more violently. The sensitive nub, already swollen from his earlier attentions, seemed to pulse in response to his every exhalation. Dewdrops glistened on the surrounding folds, as if nature itself was enhancing the allure.
With a primal urge, he flicked his tongue over the throbbing pearl. Lingxi's body arched off the bed immediately, her back curving like a bow. "Oh God!" she cried out, her hands shooting down to grasp at the sheets. "Mu Yang, please..." Her voice was a mix of pleading and ecstasy.
Mu Yang's hands, meanwhile, had moved to grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as he increased the intensity of his ministrations. His tongue swirled and sucked, his teeth nibbling gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "You taste so sweet," he groaned between licks. "I could do this forever."
"Aaaaaah!" Lingxi's cries grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked wildly, no longer under her control. Clear fluid gushed forth from her quivering core, drenching the sheets beneath her. Her hands, in a frenzy of pleasure, abandoned the sheets and found their way to Mu Yang's back. Her nails dug in, scratching and clawing as she tried to ground herself in the overwhelming sensations. "I can't... I can't take it," she sobbed, even as her body arched towards him, craving more.
Mu Yang lifted his head briefly, his lips glistening. "You can, and you will," he said, his eyes dark with determination. "Let go, Lingxi. Let me take you there." And with that, he dove back in, his tongue working with even more fervor, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Aaaaaah!" Lingxi's cries echoed sharply as her most private depths convulsed under his ministrations. Clear fluid gushed forth in torrents from her quivering core, her hips bucking involuntarily as she writhed between wanting to escape and craving more. Her delicate hands clawed desperately at Mu Yang's back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
On the other side, her luscious cherry lips cried out breathlessly, "No~~~~~" Mu Yang lifted his sinfully handsome face to meet her gaze, his tongue increasing its rhythmic assault as he teased, "Baby, do you really want me to stop? Your body says otherwise~~~~~ Should I fetch a mirror so you can see how stunningly erotic yet innocent you look right now? Look at your garden—sweet nectar keeps spilling out. Your mouth lies so prettily, pretending to resist while craving every moment. Naughty girls deserve punishment..." With that, his tongue intensified its ministrations, causing the delicate petals to flush deeper pink and flutter wildly as they spasmed open and shut.
Lingxi climaxed repeatedly, her body going limp as her long hair thrashed against the sheets. Between sobs she pleaded, "I can't take anymore~~~~~" Yet each accidental brush of his tongue reignited her sensitivity. "I love seeing you cry for me," Mu Yang groaned, his hips pistoning faster and harder, driving deeper with each thrust. "I want to fuse our souls completely. I need you. I need you..."
Jiang Lingxi met his scorching gaze, her eyes fluttering shut as her long lashes trembled. A shy blush painted her cheeks as she tilted her chin upwards. "I love you, Mu Yang," she whispered, her voice as pure as a lark's song yet layered with breathy longing. Under the amber glow of the intimate lighting, her features softened into heartrending beauty.
As their bodies merged completely, Lingxi felt herself ascending to celestial heights, overwhelmed by a profound sense of oneness and bliss. They spiraled deeper into the tempest of passion, savoring the transcendent union of body and soul. In that timeless moment, the world contracted to their shared existence—a symphony of sighs, tangled limbs, and whispered vows—while the air itself hummed with the tangible proof of their consuming love.