Chapter 072: The Night is Serenely Beautiful

Midnight had fallen. The night was tranquil and beautiful, the moonlight pale and cold, and the breeze carried a slight chill. The streets had long since emptied of pedestrians, leaving behind a sense of deserted stillness.

In stark contrast to this quiet outside, the atmosphere inside a certain bedroom at the Fortune Center, separated by only a curtain, was ablaze with heat and passion—words like fiery and explosive were not at all an exaggeration for what was unfolding within. Lin Yu, for the first time, truly understood the bittersweet meaning of pleasure mixed with pain. At this moment, he wasn't just indulging in sensual delight—he was experiencing a novel kind of excitement.

All along, Qi Yue, who had once been entirely naive in such matters, had taken to learning from the internet. With these new experiences, the once pure and lively girl now exuded an alluring enchantment.

“So, how is it? Do you like what you see, you lecher?” Qi Yue, wearing a silk halter and having danced a bit of a folk dance, gazed at him with sultry eyes.

“Mmm, not bad at all, keep going...” Lin Yu replied absently, feeling the rush of blood in his nose and a visceral reaction in his body, his gaze locked firmly on certain scenes.

Buddha once said: Five hundred glances in a previous life earn but a single passing in this one. Lin Yu, who never quite understood why the girl treated him so well, could only attribute it to their countless glances in a former existence.

“There’s something even more thrilling—do you want to try?” Qi Yue’s voice was soft as she spoke. She hadn’t expected Lin Yu to be injured so seriously, and so she’d come up with an idea to help him forget his pain, if only for a while.

“There’s something more exciting?” Lin Yu felt his head flush with heat—surely, he was the luckiest man alive.

“Of course. Remember that thing you always wanted me to do but I never did?” Qi Yue replied, a little shy, gathering her courage to finally say it aloud.

“That one?” Lin Yu’s voice trembled with excitement as he caught the hint of nervousness in her tone. It seemed tonight was destined to be a night of romance and indulgence.

Half-angel, half-devil, Qi Yue climbed onto the bed, ready to serve her wolfish companion.

The white silk halter was a bit too small, so the sight before him was even more enticing, making Lin Yu forget his pain for the moment.

“Then, I’ll begin!” The girl knelt and, locking eyes with Lin Yu, spoke with bashful determination.

Looking at her, dressed almost like a bunny girl from one of those foreign romance films, Lin Yu, overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, suddenly felt a pang of pity. She was still so innocent—too young for this, he thought. Only one reason could explain his restraint: love.

“Not tonight. We made our pact, remember?” Lin Yu’s voice was gentle. Though he hadn’t known her as long as in his previous life, he felt their bond was much deeper now. Her innocent and foolish devotion had earned her a high place in his heart.

“That pact was to restrain you! The right of final interpretation belongs to me. I want to touch you now, so it’s fine.” Qi Yue’s slender fingers reached out and carefully removed the last barrier from Lin Yu’s lower half. In that moment, she was as enchanting as a fox spirit, radiating irresistible charm.

“I just fought, I’m sweaty and haven’t showered. I’m too dirty—better not,” Lin Yu said sheepishly.

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t mind!” Her eyes were like clear water, serene and pure.

“Maybe just wipe a bit with a wet tissue,” Lin Yu suggested, his willpower already wavering.

“No, I want your scent,” she replied softly, her affection boundless and directed at him alone.

Seeing her stubbornly lower her head, Lin Yu couldn’t help but be moved. But the next instant, pleasure overwhelmed him, sending shivers of delight through his body.

“Is this okay?” Qi Yue paused after a brief try, glancing up at him with her wide, dewy eyes.

“Yes—it’s perfect! Don’t stop…” Lin Yu, nearly faint from pleasure, managed to force out the words between his teeth.

“Then I’ll keep going.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she bent down again to continue.

Lying back, eyes half-closed, Lin Yu let himself enjoy her diligent efforts. Soft groans and murmurs of delight escaped him—it was exquisite.

There’s an old saying: At times of pain, one must not sink into despair; at times of joy, one must not lose oneself in oblivion. But in this moment, Lin Yu was utterly lost in the warmth and sensation, unable to pull himself free.

“Let me lose myself, let me forget everything…” he murmured, shifting slightly and drawing a gentle protest from the girl.

So began their intimate harmony, flowing naturally from the beginning into deeper stages.

As everyone knows, just like writing a novel, it’s easy to move from the beginning to the development stage—but progressing to the climax is not so simple.

A minute passed. Then three…

He continued to hum in quiet delight, while the girl began to tire, her mouth growing uncomfortable.

Five minutes passed. Ten…

Still he hummed, but now she was truly exhausted, her waist sore, her lips numb.

Fifteen minutes in, and Lin Yu was still enjoying himself immensely. Qi Yue, however, was about to collapse onto the bed, honestly worn out. She finally paused to catch her breath.

“Don’t stop—please, don’t stop!” Lin Yu teased her, though he could see the girl was already spent, and this act was entirely for his benefit.

“Fine, I won’t stop!” Qi Yue, for once, didn’t bicker. Instead, she answered tenderly and bent her head again.

“She’s really giving her all tonight,” Lin Yu thought, a sense of vanity swelling in his chest.

But before he could savor his pride, a sharp pain shot up—she’d bitten him, hard.

“Ow! That hurts!” he cried out.

“Hmph! Serves you right! You don’t know when to show some heart. If you keep it up, next time I’ll bite it clean off!”

“All right, all right, I was just teasing you. Come, lie down and rest a bit.” Lin Yu patted the pillow beside him, then lit his last cigarette and took a slow, satisfied drag.

Watching him smoke so elegantly, inhaling and exhaling with such ease, Qi Yue, lying beside him, suddenly wanted to try it herself. She demanded with playful dominance, “Give me a couple of drags.”

“No way! Your mouth is filthy right now—if you smoke, I won’t be able to use it again,” Lin Yu replied with a mischievous grin.

“Are you looking for trouble? It’s only because of you I’m like this! Jerk!” Qi Yue was furious—and the consequences would be serious.