Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 443: Are You Comfortable?
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Ji Wei’s heart was filled with warmth and sorrow as she reached out and tightly embraced Gu Moqian. She took in his scent, unable to let go, greedily indulging herself in it.
The woman’s overwhelming dependence made his kisses grow even more passionate and lingering.
Gradually, under his guidance, her body became tense, unable to resist the surging sensations...
Even though her head was still dizzy, and even though her fever had only just subsided, the maddening tremors took control, leaving Ji Wei with only one thought—to join with him completely.
Gu Moqian’s kisses fell onto her smooth skin, leaving no part untouched, not even her pale, delicate feet... Flames danced in the depths of his shadowy eyes, threatening to consume all reason.
Ji Wei felt as though she were adrift on a small boat, rising and falling with the waves, yet it was an inexplicably splendid experience.
Her cheeks flushed with an enchanting blush as her misty, water-laden eyes watched the man undo each button of his shirt, revealing his firm, sculpted chest and the distinct ridges of his abdominal muscles.
But when her gaze landed on the newly-scarred wound on Gu Moqian’s left abdomen, Ji Wei’s eyes froze in place. She mustered the strength to lift her upper body, completely disregarding her current lack of clothing, and reached out to touch his scar.
Ji Wei recalled the moment Gu Moqian had been shot; at the time, it felt as though she had been plunged into an icy abyss, overwhelmed by terror and helplessness. In truth, the reason he had been injured was because of her.
It was because of Ji Chuyang that Gu Moqian had gone to Japan alone and taken the risk.
She touched his wound with delicate and cautious movements, her hand trembling slightly.
Her actions fell under Gu Moqian’s gaze, his eyes calm but deep. Slowly, he raised his palm to cover her small hand. With his other hand, he gently lifted her chin, gazing into her misty eyes, and said softly, "Don’t be sad."
"It hurts," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I’m sorry, Moqian..."
The blows of last night coupled with the fever had rendered Ji Wei as vulnerable and fragile as a kitten that begged to be cared for.
He held her tightly. "If you truly feel sorry for me, then be good and cooperate later..."
She knew all too well what the word "cooperate" implied; her face flushed deeply red.
It suddenly dawned on her that she wasn’t even wearing clothes and was hugging him like this, her body pressed intimately against his. The realization made her feel unbearably shy.
Ji Wei couldn’t help but turn her head away, her heart pounding wildly.
The bashfulness she exuded was utterly captivating. In the next moment, he cradled Ji Wei fully in his arms and lay down on the bed together.
Their bodies pressed closely against one another, leaving no gap between them.
"Moqian, your wound..." Ji Wei worried that his movements might strain it.
"It’s fine; it’s almost healed," Gu Moqian’s husky voice murmured into her ear. As the words fell, his lips suddenly captured her sensitive earlobe.
Ji Wei trembled all over, as though a current ran through her body, a moan ready to escape her lips—only for her to forcefully suppress it.
She felt it was far too mortifying to make such sounds.
"I want to hear your voice."
The man’s low, rich voice carried an intoxicating allure; every nerve in her body was trembling.
Gu Moqian’s scalding kisses swept over her once again, and amidst the fervent entanglement, her last remnants of rationality were drowned.
Ji Wei didn’t dare to move recklessly, worried she might accidentally touch his wound. Lying obediently, she let the man claim her completely, leaving nothing behind.
"Does it feel good?"
"..."
"Weiwei, I want you to tell me."
"Mm... It feels good."
Unable to resist Gu Moqian’s gentle voice that was dangerously capable of drowning someone, Ji Wei finally abandoned all sense and reasoning, succumbing to his teasing as soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips...
