Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 7.3 - A Dense, Impervious Light (3)

If she could just summon up a bit more courage and scream loudly for help, those tourists and the mistress of this house just might call the police and rescue her.

But if what he said was the truth...

Wearing only the undergarments that he had asked the mistress to buy for her when they first arrived at this ad hoc lodging, she stood dazedly in front of him. The simple, loose-fitting cotton tank top that showed her navel and the cotton shorts completely revealed her figure, which had lost weight due to the constant state of being on the move and the fear and anguish of these last twenty and more days.

On her shoulders and legs, there were also bruises. <>Please read this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

These did not hinder her beauty. As Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes, he caught sight of that little nub of pink inside the loose undershirt. Stretching out an arm, he stroked her hair. "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"Why should I believe you?" Her earlier weeping had now left her voice even more hoarse and feeble.

"Dearest, your suspicions are very logical and reasonable." His voice grew all the more light, and his hand was already slipping the strap of her tank-style undershirt off her shoulder. He could sense her body resisting its master's conscious control by obliging his action. "I may be lying to you, making you act the fool by believing the person who abducted you."

His head was bowed to look at her. His fingers slid over until they held each side of her throat, and he applied a slight force.

Very shortly, red marks appeared on her creamy neck. Still, he continuously increased the pressure of his fingers, and his lips also pressed against her dry ones.

"Kiss me." Against her lips, he spoke these words.

Forced to tilt her face upward, she began to feel that she was suffocating, and the air she took in became less and less.

She could only obey his command and extend her tongue, softly, strengthlessly entwining it with his, offering up that last bit of air that she could inhale over to him instead. Very quickly, she could feel his muscles hardening—this was the heat and physical change that both of them were familiar with.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

The wind seemed to be blowing particularly vehemently today.

Nepal was such an impoverished country that even Kathmandu appeared to be especially decrepit and dusty. However, those earnest believers and people from all over the world who travelled here because of its repute all called it "holy dust."

And it was amid this morning wind that left people feeling a little chilled and soiled that he, with a tormenting kiss, was already causing both of their bodies to gradually grow restless.

"Do not underestimate your own judgment. You are much smarter than even you yourself imagine. You have never feared me. If you had been afraid, long ago, on that night after we escaped from the smuggling base, you would have completely distanced yourself from me. But it is because you know that I have never truly hurt you."

The tone and expression as he spoke now had returned to what it had been in Kathmandu.

"If you choose not to believe me now, perhaps you really will be rescued. But there is also a chance you may be taken away by other people. Trust me, those people absolutely will not be as gentle as I am."