An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 231 A Fleeting Dream, A Dream of Yellow Millet (Part 1)
Meng Youyou couldn't remember how it happened. She was just applying medicine to him when someone pulled her into their lap and kissed her.

He was like an insatiable abyss, never satisfied, using every method imaginable—coaxing, deception, coercion, and gentleness—he was extremely cunning.

She couldn't remember if she resisted at first, but later... later he kissed her until she was dizzy, disoriented, and weak all over.

In a moment of passion and confusion, he lifted her onto the bed and pressed his strong, broad body against hers.

Rough knuckles slipped off her thin nightgown straps, as if peeling off a fairy's feathered robe, and his lips immediately covered hers.

In a daze, the last shred of reason allowed Meng Youyou to discern the other party's intentions. She dazedly opened her eyes and looked at the face of the man above her. The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and she asked him in a sweet voice, "Where are your principles?" Her voice was so seductive that even she was surprised.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and swirling with crimson, the veins on his forehead were prominent, his throat was dry as if he had grit in his throat, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Oh, I want you."

As he spoke, the man's eyes were even more naked and direct, burning with fierce flames, making no attempt to conceal his violent desire at that moment.

Meng Youyou raised a hand and stroked his jawline, her thumb gently caressing the corner of his lips. She smiled, her eyes full of charm: "I'm willing to give it to you, but can you afford it?"

Did he answer later? Meng Youyou couldn't remember. She only remembered that he reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. Immediately afterwards, she heard the sound of him swallowing, which kept stimulating her eardrums.

Of course, the most stimulating sense of touch is not hearing, but the dark environment amplifies the body's sense of touch many times over.

……

Longitude: 13°W, Latitude: 0°, exceptionally dry climate.

Fires broke out on the two corners of the wasteland with the equator as the central axis. Dry wood ignited into a raging fire, scorching people's hot bodies, causing them to sweat profusely, their sweat dripping together.

Can't tell who is bleeding more?
Meng Youyou was initially afraid to listen; she even wanted to raise her hands to cover her ears.

At this point, reason has almost disappeared, and the body is more honest than the mind.

It hadn't rained here for over three months, and the accumulated longing fueled the desire. The fire on the wasteland burned ever brighter, reaching high into the sky.

The scorching heat and boiling steam, like a fleeing army, scattered in the heat, creating a damp atmosphere that threatened to rain.

After an unknown amount of time, the beast finally stopped, its breath deep and resonant.

……

The next morning, Meng Youyou woke up in Huo Qingshan's arms, her eyes immediately met with the man's handsome face. But she had no time to appreciate it. She turned her head to glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, then sat up in shock, extremely annoyed: "I'm going to be late for work!"

Huo Qingshan pulled him down to lie down, "We stayed up too late last night, sleep a little longer."

Meng Youyou figured his calm tone must have some reason, and then began to doubt herself: "Is today the weekend?"

No, Friday.

Meng Youyou glared at him: "So I'm supposed to keep sleeping? I'm already half an hour late!" Her tone was frantic.

“You’re already late, call and ask for leave.” The man paused, his gaze lingering on her shoulders and neck exposed outside her nightgown, and said meaningfully, “Besides, it’s not really convenient for you to come to work today.”

Meng Youyou followed his gaze and looked down. Conspicuous red marks appeared on her fair skin. Scenes from last night flooded into her mind in an instant, rushing towards her like a fleeting dream.

Meng Youyou flailed and burrowed under the covers, covering her face tightly and turning her back to him. Huo Qingshan reached out to pull the blanket off her head. Meng Youyou struggled, and one of her feet kicked backward from under the covers, touching the hair on his firm calf. She then quickly pulled back, making a fuss.

Meng Youyou buried herself under the covers and reflected deeply—how could she have wavered in her stance time and time again last night?

After much deliberation, she concluded that the other party was truly cunning, employing a series of interconnected tactics, including a feigned injury and a seduction maneuver, to bewitch her and leave her bewildered, unable to think clearly.

Why did you agree?
Lust makes one lose their mind! Meng Youyou thought to herself, that must be it.

Huo Qingshan gently pulled her little head out, and a gentle, tender voice sounded behind her ear: "Does it still hurt?"

Upon hearing this, the man saw the girl's ears turn bright red in an instant, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Meng Youyou still kept her back to him, but her tone was unfriendly: "What are you laughing at? Is this the kind of thing you should ask?"

Huo Qingshan stopped laughing and became serious. In the past, he would have thought that it was not good to ask such questions openly, as most girls are shy.

After thinking carefully for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Back in Lianshui City, the day afterward you asked me how I felt, and I assumed..."

He didn't say anything more, but Meng Youyou understood what he meant and immediately retorted, "Can these two things be the same? Besides, this is different from what I imagined, and you are different from what I imagined."

Huo Qingshan was genuinely puzzled: "How is it different?"

Last night, Huo Qingshan showed her his limitless potential—the limits of explosive power and endurance. Isn't it said that men often perform poorly the first time because of inexperience or nervousness?

And... why is it so hard to get in?
At first, she was quite gentle and patient, but later... it was all scenes that made people blush and their hearts race whenever they thought about them.

She recalled his intermittent murmurs, his nose slowly brushing against the line of her neck, his voice hoarse: "Oh, you're mine."

He deliberately lingered by her ear: "You can only be mine!" His hot breath could ignite a wasteland in an instant.

At this moment, Meng Youyou was a little embarrassed to speak. Biting her lip, she finally managed to say, somewhat awkwardly, "You have no chivalry towards women!"

From Huo Qingshan's perspective, this charge was somewhat unfounded. He had tried his best to restrain himself last night; otherwise, how could he have only done it once?

But he still apologized to her: "It was my fault, I'll improve next time?"

……

The vibration in his ear bones gradually brought him back to consciousness, but he was not fully awake until he felt a needle being pulled out of his vein, pricking his confused nerves. Huo Qingshan finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a clean white ceiling. The next second, a face came into his field of vision—it was Lu Feng.

"You're finally awake!" the voice said with relief.

"Where is this?" Huo Qingshan asked.

Lu Feng looked strange, seemingly talking to himself, "Did his brain explode?" After muttering to himself, he still replied, "Hospital inpatient department."

He then asked, "Don't you remember anything before you fell into a coma?"