Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He was slow on the draw and did not realize his lips were still on hers until he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. He immediately pulled himself back to keep a distance from her. It was then he noticed her shoulders shaking from her crying.
His eyes lingered on her before he looked down. He noticed her hands gripping the sheet so tightly that her finger joints were bulging. Her body was tense and, even though she tried to suppress her fear and resentment, her feelings were obvious.
It felt as though something heavy was pressing on his chest, making it uncomfortably tight. He was sad, and his sexual desire had gone completely. He pressed his lips together and then moved his eyes back on her face.
He wanted to continue having sex with her, but he couldn’t do it. Even though she’d agreed to have sex with him, he couldn’t do it when he felt so badly for her as he looked at her face. Lu Bancheng watched Xu Wennuan’s tearful face for a while. Suddenly, he looked away from her and got off the bed.
The weight on her suddenly disappeared, which made her suddenly quiet down. She looked like she had just barely survived a disaster. As she felt relieved, she suddenly remembered what had just happened was not a nightmare. She actually had asked him for help.
After realizing what had happened, Xu Wennuan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. With the help of the dim lighting in the room, she saw Lu Bancheng grabbing the robe from the floor and putting it on before he walked into the closet without turning around to look at her.
Why did he stop in the middle of sex? Does this mean he’s not going to help my father?
Thinking of this, Xu Wennuan got off the bed. Without even putting her underwear on, she grabbed the robe to cover herself and walked into the closet with bare feet. Lu Bancheng had already put his pants on and was buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. Xu Wennuan watched his back for a while before she plucked her courage to walk up to ask, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Lu Bancheng pretended he didn’t hear her and continued staring at himself in the mirror. After buttoning the last button on his shirt, he randomly selected a tie, hung it around his neck, and skillfully tied it, all while ignoring her presence.
Xu Wennuan wanted to know what she had done wrong, but she was too shy to ask again and only stuttered, “I… I…”
Lu Bancheng continued to ignore her as he grabbed his suit jacket and walked out of the closet without so much as looking at her. As he passed by her, she suddenly reached her hand out and gripped on his shirt. “You… I…”
She stuttered a few words but was unable to put her thoughts into words. She was afraid he would shake her hand off him and leave, and this fear motivated her bravery. She impulsively blocked his way and lifted her hands up to hold his neck. She then tiptoed to kiss him on his lips, making his body tense up, especially his back.
Lu Bancheng knew she was doing this because she wanted him to help her father, but her innocently awkward kisses and sweet smell made it hard for him to turn her town. He suddenly felt bad for himself.
I’m so pathetic. If her father was not seriously ill, or if I didn’t have the ability to help him, would I have any chance to be this close to her?
