Shadowed Love: A Lover Who Refuses to Let Go - Chapter 16

The corner of the towel lifted, letting a cool draft glide along her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. Her smooth skin glowed warmly under the light, like flawless, polished jade.

From the wardrobe to the edge of the bed, the sheets beneath her twisted into wrinkles. Fingers dug into the mattress as the woman arched her neck, brows furrowed, breathing heavily.

Yin Yunzhu had never felt anything like this before like floating unsteadily among the clouds. When fingers tangled in her hair, she pushed them away only to pull them back again.

Her nose was damp, like a puppy that had just dunked its face into a water bowl. Her restless hands instinctively gripped her thighs, leaving behind vivid red marks.

Exhausted, Jiang Menghe curled her toes. She lifted Yin Yunzhu’s chin, carefully wiping the moisture from her lips before teasing, “Feeling wronged?”

Yin Yunzhu wanted nothing more than to bury her face in her collar. Blushing, she shook her head and rubbed her temples. “Just… a bit of a headache.”

“Sorry,” Jiang Menghe said without a trace of embarrassment. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Warm air flowed from the vents, filling the bedroom with a quiet hum. It was like those peaceful winter moments by the fireplace so ordinary yet so soothing.

In moments like these, tenderness could easily be mistaken for something deeper.

“It’s fine.” Yin Yunzhu steadied herself on the edge of the bed as she stood, her knees flushed a deep red.

Jiang Menghe’s gaze lingered. “Does it hurt?”

Before she could respond, Jiang Menghe’s hand was already covering her knee. The cold from the floor seeped in, the mottled red marks resembling ambiguous kisses left behind.

Her touch was light, but the gentle strokes only made Yin Yunzhu’s heart race again. She blocked the hand with her own. “I can handle it myself…”

“Still feeling wronged, then.” Jiang Menghe cupped her cheek.

Yin Yunzhu looked up, her eyes innocent like a young animal’s, leaving a small dent in one’s heart.

What happened next was inevitable sometimes, an unintentional glance was all it took to ignite the spark. The room plunged into darkness, their vision slowly adjusting until the outlines of furniture emerged.

Jiang Menghe lay beneath her, hair splayed across the pillow, eyes brighter than morning stars. Her hands curled weakly, as if searching for an anchor in turbulent waters.

Her fragmented moans pulled Yin Yunzhu’s thoughts back to their first meeting.

It had been a night just like this watching the woman’s chest rise and fall rapidly, memories blurred except for that tiny red mole swaying in her vision.

Exhausted, she pressed weakly against Jiang Menghe’s neck, strands of hair sticking with sweat. Drowning in bliss, Yin Yunzhu felt a fleeting moment of dizziness.

Jiang Menghe’s nails weren’t particularly long, yet the scratches she left on Yin Yunzhu’s back were deep enough to sting. Yin Yunzhu gasped, her movements growing rougher in response.

Their rhythm was unrefined, their thresholds mismatched. After countless misalignments, Yin Yunzhu’s eyes welled up, tears spilling over.

Her limbs went weak, and she collapsed. She faintly felt Jiang Menghe brush her hair and whisper,

“More delicate than me.”

Consciousness slipped away, and Yin Yunzhu fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, the curtains were half-drawn, sunlight spilling across the bed.

She pressed a hand to her throbbing temple and instinctively reached for the space beside her. The damp sheets had dried stiff, now cold to the touch.

The other side of the bed was empty. The trash bin was filled with used finger cots, their slick surfaces making her gaze burn.

The room was filled with an elegant fragrance mingling with the warm breeze.

For some reason, Yin Yunzhu felt an inexplicable emptiness in her heart.

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