Seduzindo-o Profundamente

Outside the window, dazzling lights spilled into the dim room, casting shifting shadows over the man lying on the bed, his consciousness blurred. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol—rich and not entirely unpleasant. Wen Ling crouched at the bedside, arms wrapped around her knees, quietly watching the drunken man. His pale skin was tinged with a drunken flush, the usual defiance in his demeanor faded, and the wetness at the corners of his eyes made him seem suddenly fragile, almost pitiable.

Abruptly, Wen Ling leaned in close, moving slowly as she straddled his waist, her fingers reaching to undo the buttons of his shirt. She’d barely managed a few when a strong hand suddenly seized hers. Wen Ling’s heart raced as she looked up at him.

His eyes were glazed, as if shrouded in mist, unable to focus. He blinked long and slow before finally seeing clearly who it was astride him.

“Wen… Ling.” He called her name, each syllable thick with drunkenness.

Wen Ling answered softly, her voice guilty, turning away from his gaze.

“You’ve finally come to see me in my dreams…” His voice began to slur, every note steeped in grievance. “Three years. Why did it take you so long to come?”

“Zhou Yinhe, I…”

But before she could finish, Zhou Yinhe rolled her beneath him, his kiss violent as he bit down on her lips. Wen Ling cried out in pain, about to beg him to be gentle, when she heard him murmur, barely audible: “Heartless fool, I’ve missed you so much.”

Wen Ling could no longer bear to say anything more. She let him hold her, then slipp