Chapter 271: Do You Love Me
Jiang Nianyu's beautiful legs wrapped delicately around Zhao Dong as he thrust forward.
"Ah..." In that instant, Jiang Nianyu clutched the bedsheets, an irrepressible moan escaping her throat.
Tears streamed down her face. It hurt—so much she could barely breathe, so much that waves of darkness washed over her vision. Tears flowed silently down her beautiful face as she wept without a sound, the intense pain shocking her into full awareness. The agony made her entire body tremble; it truly hurt beyond words.
"Zhao Dong..." she sobbed, softly calling his name.
Zhao Dong held her tightly, his voice thick with remorse. "Nianyu, I'm sorry for putting you through this."
Jiang Nianyu hugged him back, tears still silently tracing paths from the corners of her eyes. "I'm not suffering... As long as you're happy, it's worth it. Zhao Dong... Actually, I've liked you since the very first time I saw you. Did you know? You were so timid back then, you barely spoke and were as stiff as a block of wood. But for some reason, I just fell for you... Maybe it was that quiet, reserved nature of yours I fell for. I just never imagined that you would be my first man, and my only one..."
Jiang Nianyu kissed him, and he tasted the salty bitterness of her tears. He gently stroked her hair and whispered, "Nianyu, I promise I'll always be good to you."
She smiled through her tears, a look filled with happiness and emotion, but her brows soon furrowed again. The pain was still intense. At this, Zhao Dong froze, unsure of what to do.
Jiang Nianyu bit her lip and whispered, "Zhao Dong... what's wrong?"
"It hurts me to see you in pain," he replied hoarsely.
A touched expression appeared on her face. She embraced him and whispered in his ear, "It's okay. Every woman has to go through this... No matter how much it hurts, I'm willing. At least right now, I feel so happy, so content. Zhao Dong... come on."
The flame within him ignited instantly. He placed a kiss on her snow-white neck, and their loving rhythm began.
Jiang Nianyu felt like a small boat in the middle of the ocean, silently enduring a violent storm. Yet, looking at the man before her, she felt boundless happiness even through the pain.
The initial, intense agony slowly began to ease, becoming more relaxed. Then, the sensation turned dreamy and ethereal. She felt like a little boat, then a cloud, drifting aimlessly...
Gradually, the pain vanished, replaced by an indescribable feeling. From her initial awkwardness and stiffness, she slowly began to understand, to learn, and to meet his movements. She couldn't control her thoughts, nor could she suppress the shy murmurs that occasionally escaped her lips. She tried to hold them back, but the more she resisted, the more beguiling and tempting her whimpers became.
Soon, her mind went blank. She lost all sense of self and shed all her inhibitions, completely undone by Zhao Dong. She wasn't even aware of how it all ended, feeling only shock and a profound shyness.
How could that have been my voice?
After what seemed like an eternity, everything finally grew quiet. Jiang Nianyu silently caressed Zhao Dong's face, a wordless sensation filling her heart. She was drenched in fragrant sweat, a lock of hair clinging to her damp forehead, adding to her allure. Lying in his arms, she stared blankly at the man before her, unable to believe it was real.
She was completely sober now. The effects of the Purple Xuan Herb had been purged from her system. She had never felt so clear-headed, nor so utterly exhausted.
Zhao Dong slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her looking at him. "What's the matter?"
Jiang Nianyu gazed at Zhao Dong, her beautiful eyes like tranquil pools of water, and whispered, "Zhao Dong, do you love me?"