"Warm, warm." Someone sighed and called, "Wake up."
She opened her eyes hazily and saw a man standing in front of the bed. After rubbing her eyes in astonishment, she burst into tears in an instant and threw herself into his arms.
"Dad! Dad! You're finally back! I missed you so much!"
"Silly child." He smiled gently and lovingly.
She cried wildly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Dad, please forgive me, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it!"
"Dad doesn't blame you." He touched her head gently and lovingly, "Don't cry, dear child, don't cry."
Her tears burst out like a flood. "Dad, I beg you! Don't leave again, okay? Dad... Dad, Dad! Don't leave..."
"Shh... Be good, don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
Wen Nuan opened her tearful eyes with difficulty. She didn't know where she was in the darkness. She only felt an unbearable pain in her heart. She broke free from the arms of the person next to her. She leaned against the bed and opened her mouth to gasp, "It hurts, it hurts so much..."
The orange bedside lamp was immediately turned on to emit a soft light. Zhan Nanxian hugged her nervously, "Why are you so anxious? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She shook her head again and again, tears streaming down her face, and rubbed her heart with her hands.
He was at a loss and had to cover her hand and massage her chest in a clockwise motion.
After about four or five minutes, she gradually calmed down.
"Nightmare?" he asked.
Her tear-stained face looked bleak. “You know what? Sometimes I just don’t want to wake up.”
He became unusually silent and didn't say anything for a long time.
She stared into his dark eyes with tears in her eyes, choking, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would affect Daddy Zhan... Nan Xian, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this... I thought, I thought it was just a matter between the two of us..."
Originally, none of that should have happened. It was only because of her stubbornness and willfulness when she was young that she ended up making an irreparable mistake. She became a guilty person in her life, falling into physical pleasure just to seek comfort. How could she have the qualifications to talk about love with him
He lowered his eyelashes and kissed the ends of her hair that were scattered on the pillow. "It has nothing to do with you. It was an accident." He turned off the lights and pulled her into his chest. "I really shouldn't have let you go because of my soft heart... Don't even think about having time to fall asleep before dawn."
The murmurs revealed strange and inexplicable emotions, like the coldness of ice, or fatigue and anxiety, as if some worries were oppressing him in his chest, making him tired and angry as demands. He was so crazy that he almost crushed her to pieces. Contrary to his slow and orderly rhythm, he ignored her pleas and thrust himself violently, almost sadistically.
Pain and extreme pleasure swept through her whole body, penetrating into every inch of her nerve endings and triggering tremors that were so sensitive that they were crazy. In her confused consciousness, she didn't know how long he had been repeating this, nor did she remember how many times she had been thrown into the clouds and died. This experience was extremely shocking to her, and her mind and body were deeply imprinted by him.
It wasn't until a faint ray of dawn light filtered through the curtains that he burst into passion again, and only then did he gasp for breath and declare his ecstasy to the fullest. After he let go, she felt weak and sore all over and fell asleep within three seconds.