Chapter 9
Xia Yan only stopped when her hands were red and sore. She then bit down hard on An Tianhe's left shoulder and burst into loud sobs, venting all the grievances, unease, resentment, fear, and despair that had built up since last night. In no time, she had soaked a large patch of his shoulder with her tears.
An Tianhe could only pat her back gently, consoling her repeatedly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you here alone. It's all my fault!" This only made Xia Yan cry even harder.
At that moment, the lightning and thunder outside the house grew more intense, and a strong wind began to blow. An Tianhe wanted to go close the windows first to prevent the rain from blowing in, but Xia Yan clung to him like a koala. He had no choice but to hold her, using one hand to operate a flashlight as he closed all the windows on the first floor.
Next, he headed up to the second floor. As he walked, Xia Yan's full, ample breasts pressed against his chest, rising and falling, rubbing against him. An Tianhe, who had been single for several years, could hardly withstand such a trial. The meat stick between his legs quickly filled with blood and stood erect, pressing right against the crack of her buttocks, rubbing back and forth with his movements.
As a married woman, Xia Yan knew exactly what that hard thing was the moment it touched her body. Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson with shame, and her sobs gradually subsided. At this moment, her state of mind was completely different from yesterday. When she saw An Tianhe again tonight and threw herself into his arms, she already understood in her heart that she could no longer live without him.
The world after the cataclysm could not be compared to the peaceful life of the past. Everything had been turned upside down, undergoing immense changes. It was just that she subconsciously refused to admit it, refused to change, still fantasizing about returning to the familiar normality of the old world. Therefore, she silently accepted An Tianhe's kindness but rejected his affection and any possibility of something more.
However, in less than a day after he left, Xia Yan discovered just how isolated and helpless she was in this world. For a person, especially a delicate woman, to survive in this crisis-ridden environment alone was simply a fantasy. She needed someone to rely on, a pair of broad shoulders to support her as she lived on in this nightmarish world.
When she realized this, she was filled with regret, regret for not having woken up sooner. She could only cry and pray for this man to return to her side. Whether by fate or coincidence, when An Tianhe finally appeared before her, her heart was no longer guarded against him. Only a thin layer of barrier remained, which would break at the slightest poke.
Therefore, she was already prepared for anything that might happen next.
The intense physical reaction from his lower body made An Tianhe feel a bit guilty, afraid he would ruin the rare, tender moment between them. But Xia Yan not only didn't get angry and leave, instead, she held him even tighter, seemingly not minding his liberties. This filled An Tianhe with immense joy, and he had a faint feeling that tonight might bring an extremely important breakthrough in his life.
He first closed the windows in the other rooms on the second floor, finally arriving at Xia Yan's bedroom. The wind howled into the room, extinguishing all the previously lit candles. An Tianhe quickly closed the window, drew the curtains, and relit the candles. Then, he carried Xia Yan back to the bed, but just as he was about to let go, her two arms, as fair and tender as lotus roots, which were wrapped around his neck, refused to loosen.
"You... don't go tonight. I, I'm scared..." Another rumble of thunder sounded, and Xia Yan shrank even tighter into An Tianhe's embrace.
An Tianhe had no choice but to sit sideways on the edge of the bed, his large hand stroking her shoulder and back as he comforted her, "Okay, I won't go, I won't go..." By the dim, yellow candlelight, he looked down at Xia Yan's face. Her long eyelashes, the tear stains still at the corners of her eyes, and her red, swollen eyes from crying made one's heart ache with pity. Her alluring red lips seemed to possess a magical power, pulling An Tianhe down for a kiss.
"Mmm..." Xia Yan trembled all over, feeling her soft lips enveloped by the his fiery lips, which began to suck on them somewhat roughly. An Tianhe had watched so much "educational material" before, but when it came time to use it, he couldn't recall any of those kissing techniques. He could only instinctively cover her soft, tender red lips, clumsily sucking and licking.
Xia Yan could only passively endure, tilting her head to extend her soft, pink tongue, which intertwined with An Tianhe's, licking and sucking each other, exchanging the fluids of their mouths.
His hands weren't idle either, gradually moving up from her slender waist, finally cupping the two towering peaks of her breasts. Through the thin shirt, he kneaded and squeezed them again and again, feeling their astonishing elasticity. The alluring mounds he had longed for day and night were now in his grasp. An Tianhe was so excited he felt a bit lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Only then did he reluctantly let go, allowing them both to catch their breath.
Xia Yan's chest rose and fell rapidly. She shyly pushed against An Tianhe's chest and murmured in a low voice, "You should go wash up... I'll wait for you here..."
An Tianhe nodded and impatiently went. He didn't mind the interruption; on the contrary, it was normal for a woman who paid attention to personal hygiene to clean herself thoroughly before making love. His ex-girlfriend had been the same way, absolutely forbidding him from getting into bed unless he was clean. Besides, this was a special time with a virus running rampant, so good personal hygiene was even more essential.
While An Tianhe was showering, Xia Yan lay on the bed, trembling slightly with nervousness. Although she had made up her mind to give herself to him, she was still somewhat apprehensive now that the moment had arrived.
She first went to the closet, took out a thin towel, and spread it on the bed under her hips, then pursed her lips and took it off again. She got up to straighten her clothes, then took off her outer sweatshirt, leaving only a tight crew-neck shirt. Finally, she took off her wedding ring from her left ring finger and silently placed it in the drawer of the bedside table.
When An Tianhe walked out of the bathroom and his footsteps approached, she blew out all the candles at once and dove under the thin blanket, covering even her flushed face. Although it was already May, the indoor temperature was still a bit chilly due to the long absence of sun and frequent rain.
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