023. What Is Love in the World (1)

- The moonlight cascades like water, bathing my white hair. Let joys and sorrows drift away on the wind. I was born solely to wait for her.

He always stood alone in the silent night. The only sound he heard was his own breathing; the world around him was dead silent.

When he caught sight of her, a soft, melodious sound seemed to ring in his ears.

He never dreamed he'd see her so soon. He'd been waiting patiently, biding his time until she graduated from college. In his heart, he'd made up his mind that no matter what it took, he'd make her a part of his life.

Life is full of surprises. On the phone, his father's voice brimmed with uncharacteristic excitement as he said she was coming to Xizi City. At that moment, he placed her photo against his chest and lay back on the bed. It felt as if the year-long silence and darkness within him suddenly shattered. An unfamiliar, searing passion welled up from the depths of his being, so intense that it made him tremble slightly.

The heat wave in his body raged on. He took a shallow breath to steady his suddenly racing heart.

In the bustling airport hall, people streamed by. His eyes were locked on the girl standing there, looking around.

She held the handle of a suitcase. Dressed in white with raven-black hair, bright eyes, and red lips, the free-spirited charm between her brows was just as captivating as in the photo.

Every move she made was like a note, converging into a gorgeous, rapid melody that crashed over him like a tidal wave, flooding his silent world. The long-dormant passion that he hadn't felt for years erupted once again from the depths of his body. After lying in slumber for so long, this passion awoke with a vengeance, quickly taking hold of his entire being.

He took a deep breath, relishing the feeling of the passion coursing through his veins. A smile curved involuntarily on his lips. She was his cousin. If there was a God, it must be divine will that she was meant for him, which was why God had sent her to his side.

Their first hand-holding was at the door of the villa. He took her hand. Her soft, smooth little hand nestled in his palm. He felt a warm current surging through the darkness and silence, seeping into the depths of his heart, twining and swirling within him, coalescing into an inexplicable and powerful desire.

On the surface, he remained composed, but inside, he was secretly astounded. The silence was broken, and the darkness was shaken.

She seemed cold on the outside, but in reality, she was delicate and warm-hearted, especially kind to her relatives. Taking advantage of their cousin relationship, they got along like a house on fire.

In Zurich, they shared their first kiss. He was as innocent as a young lad. The kiss was light and fleeting, but it hit him like a thunderbolt. Then his heart started pounding like never before, and even his breathing grew ragged.

He always thought she was the one who had awakened his desire. But if he still didn't understand why by now, he would have wasted his twenty-odd years. She lowered her head, and he couldn't help but gently touch his own lips.

Oh, he'd fallen in love with her the moment he saw her photo.

Four years later, on the first night after her return to the country, he had her. She didn't resist. Their relationship blossomed as naturally as a river flowing to the sea.

She was so delicate, offering herself to him without reservation. As his hand gently caressed her body, his face flushed, and his body quivered slightly. When they became one, the ecstatic sensation in her body made him involuntarily part his lips and let out a low groan. He never knew a woman's body could be so wonderful. He buried his head in her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling that happiness was within his grasp.

From the initial shyness to the mature and alluring charm, she transformed into a seductive siren in front of him. From the initial tentative exploration to the final insatiable passion, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, and their spiritual connection was sealed with a single look.

Every deep thrust hit the mark. It was so perfect, so in sync, as if her body was created just for him.

The most spectacular fireworks exploded high in the sky, and the bright fragments slowly rained down on them. They held each other tightly, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one, quietly waiting for the fine fragments to meld into their bodies.