Fog Returns to the Capital

Chapter 41 Lili, can you let go now?

of course.

Li Wu also knew that she was nothing to him.

Perhaps influenced by that, Li Wu couldn't relax that night. Just like the first time, she was extremely tense.

She cried out in pain at the slightest movement.

Zhou Jinghuai looked at her delicate, sweaty face, her damp hair clinging messily to her cheeks and her slender, fair neck. A few strands of hair trailed down her snow-white, smooth skin, gently brushing against her still-closed rosy buds.

Those beautiful, clear eyes also took on a captivating quality, gazing at him with a mixture of surprise and fear, their eyes glistening with tears.

Like a captivating little enchantress.

"So delicate?"

Zhou Jinghuai said calmly.

Li Wu felt unwell, as if a fire was burning inside her, neither rising nor falling. Hearing Zhou Jinghuai's words, that fire seemed to sink even deeper.

"It's not like you're the one in pain..."

Li Wu's trembling voice was tinged with sobs.

That moment.

Zhou Jinghuai looked down at her, the darkness in his eyes seeming to deepen.

Li Wu was somewhat frightened by the look in his eyes, and her naked body trembled slightly. As if seeking some kind of security, she softly called his name.

“Zhou…Zhou Jinghuai…”

Her crimson lips opened and closed, soft and alluring.

Zhou Jinghuai's eyes darkened slightly as his warm fingertips gently caressed her red lips. He rubbed them lightly, tenderly and lingeringly, like a slow, drawn-out frame in an art film.

"Li Li."

He called her softly, the moisture on his fingertips deepening, glistening like the tide, "Which one is the real you, hmm?"

It only took a few seconds.

Then, a broken sound, uncontrollably and softly, overflowed.

Li Wu wanted to tell him she was in pain, but at that moment she clearly felt something different. She subconsciously reached out and grasped his fingers, the only place they touched.

But as soon as she touched him, Li Wu seemed startled and abruptly moved her hand away. Her entire body trembled slightly.

Gradually.

Li Wu almost collapsed into a puddle of water.

In contrast, Zhou Jinghuai remained remarkably calm and composed. Even the emotions expressed in his expression showed little fluctuation.

“Zhou Jinghuai…”

Li Wu called his name softly again, in a tone completely different from before.

Zhou Jinghuai seemed not to hear the shyness in her soft tone. His elegant and noble face remained calm, and his tone was also calm and composed. "What is it?"

Li Wu looked at him, her once clear eyes now filled with a broken, shimmering light, as if she were about to cry.

See this.

A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Jinghuai's eyes. He called her name gently, but his words betrayed a different story.

He asked, "Lili, can you let go now?"

Li Wu bit her lip, trying to hold back her voice that was about to crack, but she looked at Zhou Jinghuai with a pitiful expression.

She shouldn't.

Zhou Jinghuai wasn't in a hurry.

It just grinded on very slowly.

As the faint echo of water shimmered, Li Wu couldn't help but cry out softly.

to the end.

Li Wu used all her strength to stand up, enduring the pain even more, and tremblingly reached out to hug Zhou Jinghuai.

Like a drenched kitten seeking its owner, Li Wu nestled in his arms, her soft, fragmented sobs whispering, "I...I can let go..."

Zhou Jinghuai reached out and wrapped his arm around her smooth, delicate waist. Her slender waist was so delicate that it seemed impossible to encircle it with a single hand; with a gentle pinch, she went limp in his arms.

He patted her two tender, slender legs. "Hold on tight yourself."

(End of this chapter)