It was already two o'clock in the morning when they returned to the room. Si Yiyan put Wen Xinya on the bed, but Wen Xinya clung to his neck and refused to let go. Si Yiyan's body was forced to half hang on her.
Si Yiyan reached out and took off her mask. Her black hair and red flowers made her face look even more enchanting and fiery. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined.
"Want to kiss me?" Wen Xinya's hand came to his neck, and her slender white fingers gently played with his scarf, her eyes full of charming charm.
"I do!" Si Yiyan looked at her lips, which were as delicate as flowers. Every texture on them was delicate and beautiful, which had a fatal attraction and temptation to him.
"Then..." Wen Xinya suddenly reached out and grabbed his scarf, pulling his body down until his lips were against hers. She gently opened her beautiful lips: "What are you waiting for?"
Si Yiyan gently rubbed her red lips, which were as delicate as petals, with his lips, and then suddenly took her two lips into his mouth greedily, feeling the tenderness and softness as beautiful as petals with a hint of wanton ravaging.
The two lips are like glue and lacquer, and the fitting bodies squeeze out all the space bit by bit. The two tongues are intertwined, and the teeth and tongues are playing, like thunder in the sky that stirs up fire in the earth, and the rapid breaths are intertwined, as enchanting as stringed instruments and as beautiful as the music.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, and in a flash of lightning, the two lips parted, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle, and thin saliva connected the two lips together. The soft gasps and heavy groans echoed clearly in the space, forming a tide of passion, hot, hot again...
"Si..." An enchanting and alluring voice came out of her lips, like a whimper or a moan, merging into a bone-melting and soul-stirring magic sound.
"Uh..." Si Yiyan's chest kept rising and falling, and his body temperature kept rising. He felt as painful as if he was in a fire pit, but he endured and restrained his remaining sanity.
"Si, are you still angry?" Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan with her misty and charming eyes. She was caught off guard and fell into his dark eyes. Like a whirlpool, she felt herself being drawn into it little by little. The more she struggled, the deeper she fell into it, and then was swallowed up little by little.
Si Yiyan knew she was referring to Anatoly's matter, and pursed his thin lips slightly, with a fierce and murderous aura: "Be good, I have my own ideas about Anatoly's matter, don't worry."
"What's your opinion? Because I will never stop fighting with the Ivanov family?" Wen Xinya looked at him quietly. This man was worthy of her devotion like a moth to a flame. He would not bear to see her suffer any grievance. Anatos just looked at her with a despicable look, and he scratched his face. Just with one insulting word, he almost took his life.
Si Yiyan said in a deep voice: "Don't let your imagination run wild. Lucifer and the Ivanov family have a feud. It's not because of you. You were also implicated by me today, so you were insulted like this."
Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan seriously: "From the moment I decided to be with you, there is no distinction between us. We are one body. We should share honor and disgrace, joy and sorrow. There is no need to involve each other."
Si Yiyan's heart was moved, and he was touched. He hugged her and coaxed her, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have said such things."
"Si Yiyan, I'm fine, really!" Si Yiyan is the most outstanding man she has ever met. He has the capacity to support thousands of people, the ambition to sweep the world, and the ability to sense the beauty of the universe. His beautiful mind reveals his character.
But at that moment, she witnessed with her own eyes the whole process of Si Yiyan's change from self-control to disappointment, from calm to madness, and then from calm to rage. She could hardly believe her eyes. Such outward anger and cruelty were not suitable for him.
"I know!" His voice was faint, and his eyes were condensed into a mysterious color. He seemed ruthless and hard as a rock, but also seemed to be entangled with a myriad of threads and soft as water. He seemed like a deep pool that swallowed up every inch of hesitation and could not be shaken, and he seemed like thousands of horses galloping, with his thoughts as complex and changeable as floating clouds.
Wen Xinya calmed his surging emotions: "Si Yiyan, what if Anatoly insulted me? I know I am a precious treasure in your heart. Don't let irrelevant people affect your emotions. If you do this... I will be unhappy."
Si Yiyan sighed heavily, but didn't know what to say.
Wen Xinya wrapped her arms around his neck: "Si Yiyan, promise me that you will never get stained with blood for me."
After being reborn, she believed in karma, and that he had a heart of Buddha. She wanted to bring him happiness and peace, and did not want him to be tainted with sin because of her.
Si Yiyan lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows. Her eyes were clear and penetrating, flashing with pure brilliance: "You are right, everything has its cause and effect. I shouldn't let you bear the bloody sin because of my momentary anger."
Wen Xinya's eyes became moist and she hugged his waist tightly. This life and this love, amazed the years and made time pass by.
"When one is about to fall into the lower realms, or when one reaches the gate, if all living beings can recite the name of a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or a sentence or verse from a Mahayana Sutra..."
Wen Xinya kissed his neck softly, the large artery in his neck jumped and moved between her lips, that was the passion that made his blood boil: "The Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" can eliminate karma and remove sins.
He created karma and committed sins today because of her, and he was obsessed with her and could not let go.
She thought that by chanting the Buddha's name and reciting Buddhist verses, the Buddha would find a way to save her, destroy hell for her, and enable her to ascend to a higher realm and enjoy extraordinary and wonderful bliss.
Like the lingering Buddhist verses in Sanskrit, singing in his ears, Si Yiyan's body was filled with a forbidden desire. He kissed her madly with almost humble and devout worship.
"You should use your divine power to rescue these living beings. You should manifest your boundless body to them, destroy the hells for them, and send them to heaven to enjoy supreme bliss."
Wen Xinya's breathing was rapid, her misty eyes were stained with lust, her delicate red lips were slightly parted, and every texture of her lips exuded extreme charm as it opened and closed.
"I didn't expect that you also read Buddhist scriptures!" Si Yiyan held her and breathed heavily. He shouldn't blaspheme Buddhist verses, but there has never been a moment when he felt Wen Xinya's affection for him as clearly as now. It was as profound as the mysterious and obscure Buddhist verses, full of pearls. All his passion was poured into the Buddhist verses.
"I have said before, if Buddha doesn't save you, I will. This has never been an empty statement!" She only read a few Buddhist scriptures after she knew that he was a Buddhist. The "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" was the only one she had read carefully.
"I once said that I believed in Buddhism before I was 20, and I believed in you after I was 20. It's not an exaggeration." Because... she is the only person in this world who can bring him happiness.
In this life, he was destined to fail in achieving enlightenment because of her, and was also destined to be led to transcendence by her!