CIATB Chapter 141: The pain in his palms kept him barely clinging to his last shred of consciousness.
Chapter 141: The pain in his palms kept him barely clinging to his last shred of consciousness.
Lu Chenyuan looked down at her.
Tears streamed down his face, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were filled with undisguised fear and pleading.
It was a completely helpless posture, a stark contrast to her usual stubbornness and flamboyance.
But it was precisely this kind of woman, this humble plea, that did not extinguish the burning desire in his heart.
Instead, it acted as a catalyst, making that long-suppressed flame burn even more fiercely.
A burning desire spread through his limbs and bones, almost completely consuming his reason.
His body became even more taut, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
The darkness in his eyes was as deep as a bottomless abyss, churning with extreme longing and restraint.
His whole body exuded a sense of tension, as if he were about to unleash a powerful attack, and even his breathing became heavy and rapid.
Each breath felt like swallowing scalding flames, burning his throat and his reason.
At this moment, only a sliver of consciousness remained in his mind, like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.
A voice was screaming wildly in his heart—
Ignore her; she's just saying one thing but meaning another. Deep down, she's willing and likes it. If you just persist a little longer, she'll fall for you, accept you, and enjoy this intimacy.
But another voice, with an undeniable clarity, struck his heart with a powerful blow.
This cannot be done, absolutely not.
If you disregard her wishes and force her, if you indulge your own desires and wantonly trample on her fear and resistance, then how are you any different from those rapists you despise and hate the most?
Emotion and morality, desire and reason, were intertwined and torn apart wildly in his mind.
On one hand, it was his long-suppressed feelings and desires.
One aspect is his bottom line, his deep affection and tenderness for her.
Two voices rose and fell, tugging hard at his nerves.
Each tearing caused him extreme torment, more painful than ever before.
He watched her trembling as she cried, almost suffocating, and saw the deep-seated fear in her eyes. In the end, the hard edges of his heart were broken by tenderness and pity.
Even if you are burning with desire, even if you are suffering to the extreme, even if your rationality is about to completely collapse.
He couldn't, and couldn't bear to, force her like this, and plunge her into deeper fear and despair.
This affection is never about possession or coercion, but about respect and cherishing.
In the end, with the last shred of reason remaining in his heart and with the deep-seated tenderness he felt for her, he forcefully suppressed the raging fire of desire within him.
It was a kind of self-torture-like forbearance, with all the muscles in the body tense and aching.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.
He forcibly suppressed the desire in his eyes, leaving only deep restraint and a trace of barely perceptible fatigue.
And there was also a deep tenderness and affection for her.
His movements froze in place, without him taking another step forward.
Even though every inch of my body is screaming with desire.
Even though the desires in his heart were about to devour him.
He also upheld his principles and maintained his respect for her.
Su Wan's fingertips had already lost their sense of proportion, and in her panic, her nails dug deeply into Lu Chenyuan's chest.
One after another, shallow streaks of blood snaked along his firm skin, seeping out beads of blood.
The red marks were intertwined in a chaotic manner, both glaring and ambiguous.
She had long since lost the strength to struggle. She stared at him, seeing that he was reluctant to let go of her.
The broken sobs suddenly turned into loud crying.
She cried so hard the sky seemed to collapse and the earth to split open.
The cries were filled with grievance and sorrow.
Each cry was accompanied by a heavy nasal tone and a desperate tremor.
Her snow-white chest heaved violently, as if she were about to cry out her internal organs.
Even his shoulders were trembling uncontrollably.
Her whole body was limp like a puddle of water, trembling helplessly.
Even his fingertips were twitching slightly, and all that remained in his eyes was boundless fear and trembling.
Her smooth hair was disheveled and floated lightly in front of her, obscuring some of her snow-white skin, but adding to her broken beauty.
It was an extreme kind of fragility and tenderness.
It's hazy yet moving.
Her skin, glowing a delicate white under the dim light, was moistened with tears and tinged with a faint blush.
This unintentional display of gentleness, mixed with her current dishevelment and despair, is breathtakingly beautiful.
Her beauty made Lu Chenyuan's heart tighten, and even his breathing became labored.
Lu Chenyuan froze, his whole body taut, like a bow that was fully drawn but dared not be released.
He had never suffered such torment in his entire life.
The stinging pain in my chest is insignificant; the inner turmoil is the most agonizing torture.
Even though I've already made the decision, I won't pressure her tonight.
But I still couldn't bear to get up.
I just wanted to maintain this position.
But she cried harder and harder.
finally--
Su Wan cried so hard that she was convulsing and almost couldn't breathe.
The crying weakened again, leaving only faint sobs.
He moved.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.
He gently stroked her cheek.
The movements were as gentle as if touching a rare treasure.
I was afraid that if I used even the slightest force, I would break her.
His fingertips gently wiped away the tears on her face.
His Adam's apple bobbed again, and his voice became so hoarse it was almost incoherent.
Yet it carried an unprecedented tenderness and determination.
Every word fell clearly into her ears.
"If you're not willing or not ready, then I'll wait until you're willing and ready before we come back."
These words were spoken with immense difficulty, each one seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
It carried his extreme restraint and tenderness.
After saying this, Lu Chenyuan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then he slowly got up from her.
This process was so slow it was almost clumsy.
Every movement felt like enduring extreme pain.
The moment he stood up, he could clearly feel the tension and desire in his body.
The burning desire almost overwhelmed his reason once again.
His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
The pain in my palms kept me barely conscious.
He dared not look at her again, dared not linger for even a moment longer.
He was afraid that he would lose control and bend down to hug her again, doing something that would frighten her.
He got out of bed.
Gritting his teeth.
No turning back.
He turned around and strode quickly toward the bathroom.
She pushed open the bathroom door almost as if fleeing, then closed it behind her, completely isolating the two of them in two separate spaces.