Chapter 6 - He Reached Out and J*rked Off Quickly

Entering the bathroom, Niu Shurui glanced at the mirror unintentionally. A faint blush lingered beneath the corner of her eyes. Remembering something, she murmured, "I haven't removed my makeup."

Ye Li looked down at her. Her makeup was mostly gone, barely a trace of color remaining. Nevertheless, he settled her onto the toilet seat. "I'll get it for you. What kind do you use?"

She assumed he meant the housekeeper will get it. Listlessly, Niu Shurui replied, "Anything."

Before leaving, Ye Li draped a bath towel around her, ensuring it wouldn't slip, and then hurried out.

The sound of the door opening and closing echoed quickly. Niu Shurui absurdly wondered if he'd left just like that, n4ked.

Of course, Ye Li hadn't. He returned, lower body wrapped in a towel, arms laden with an assortment of bottles and jars. Niu Shurui suspected he'd simply grabbed everything without even looking.

With her makeup removed, the red mole beneath her left eye became fully visible. Only then did Ye Li see the difference. Against her flushed skin, the crimson mark was striking, giving her the allure of a seductive enchantress.

Unable to resist, Ye Li covered her left eye with his lips. Niu Shurui, taken aback, didn't know whether to marvel at his audacity or lament the fate of her eye. Didn't the scent of makeup remover bother him?

"Let go!" she demanded. Ye Li, reluctant, trailed his tongue from her eye down to her lips.

After washing her face, he knelt by the tub, testing the water temperature. With nothing to do, Niu Shurui's gaze drifted, finally settling on him.

The flush hadn't completely faded from his skin. Due to his condition, he rarely went out, his most frequented destination being the therapist's office. His skin was unusually pale.

The faint pink blush, a result of their lovemaking, finally gave him the appearance of a healthy, normal person. But this normalcy was derived from her, a fact that filled Niu Shurui with complex emotions.

Once the tub was full, Ye Li lifted her in, joining her in the water. A wave sloshed over the side.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her calf. Niu Shurui noticed a bite mark on her left leg. The dried blood had mostly dissolved in the water, leaving only a faint trace.

It took a moment for her to recall when it happened.

Ye Li, lost in passion, had bitten her, hard. His teeth had sunk deep into her flesh.

His frenzied movements had sent tremors through her, until she too was swept away by the tide of sensation. Pleasure had obliterated the pain, surging through her.

Afterward, her leg had been numb. They had both tacitly ignored the wound. Remembering the scene, a fresh wave of heat coursed through Ye Li. His throat tightened with a familiar thirst, yet he felt a profound sense of contentment.

He showered Niu Shurui with kisses, drawing from her mouth as if to quench his inner turmoil. Between kisses, his voice raspy, he murmured, "I'll put some ointment on it later."

His hands roamed her body, seemingly washing her, yet also caressing her, his fingers deliberately teasing. When he realized she wouldn't make a sound again, he reluctantly behaved.

Niu Shurui breathed a sigh of relief. Her gaze fell naturally, landing on his softened length.

Even flaccid, it was impressive, hanging there innocently, the sac looking round and soft. Niu Shurui estimated it was as thick as a baby's arm.

But what truly shocked her was its color: a pale pink in its unarovsed state.

It had a boyish innocence that made it hard to believe this was the same instrument that had brought her such exquisite pain.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ye Li asked suddenly. Then, he added, "I'm controlling myself. Am I doing well?"

His tone was almost pleading, like during their therapy sessions. In the past, if she knew he was making an effort, she would have offered a smile and praise.

Now, she simply glared at him, silent. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes, and kissed her body, making soft, appreciative sounds.

He didn't stop until well into the night.

***

Before her alarm could go off, a suffocating sensation jolted Niu Shurui awake. Her eyes, aching and blurry, focused on Ye Li's chest. He was clinging to her, limbs wrapped around her like an octopus, leaving no space between them.

No wonder she couldn't breathe. Niu Shurui pushed him away, gasping for air.

He stirred, waking slowly. "Where's my phone?" she asked.

He rolled over and retrieved it. Niu Shurui pressed a few buttons, realizing it had died at some point. Ye Li peered at it, offering an apologetic smile, and handed her his own.

It was still early. On any other day, she would have had plenty of time.