First, then, love.

The movie's plot is gradually building to its climax.

On the screen, the male and female protagonists are hiding from their enemies in a narrow, damp alley.

In a state of extreme panic and despair, the two embraced tightly.

There were no lines, no superfluous movements, only a passionate kiss.

Accompanied by intense background music, the scene is filled with suffocating sexual tension.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The air seemed hotter than before, and even a bit viscous.

Shu Yao stared at the screen, initially engrossed in what she was watching.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt that the man's breathing behind her had changed.

His breathing, which had been steady, became rapid and labored.

Hot air sprayed rhythmically onto her ears and the back of her neck.

Like a fire, it burned her skin, making it red and raising a layer of fine goosebumps.

Followed by.

The large hands that had been clasped around her stomach released their grip.

One hand was around her shoulder.

With his other hand, he slowly moved down along her slender waistline.

His palms rubbed against her waist through the thin silk fabric.

Shu Yao froze, even stopping the act of chewing cherries.

"He Zheng..."

Her voice trembled as she warned softly, "You promised me..."

The man ignored her.

The large hand didn't stop; instead, it slipped inside the hem of the silk pajamas.

There are no obstacles.

His fingertips touched the delicate skin at her waist.

"hiss……"

Shu Yao gasped, her body involuntarily shrinking forward as she tried to escape his hand, which felt like a branding iron.

But He Zheng was prepared.

He suddenly pulled his arm away from her shoulder, forcefully pressing her back against his hard chest.

"What are you hiding from?"

He Zheng lowered his head, his thin lips pressed directly against her ear.

"I said I'd go to the movies with you, I didn't say I wouldn't touch you."

Typical bandit logic, playing word games.

Shu Yao was furious and grabbed his wrist, which was wandering around inside his pajamas, trying to pull him out.

"You scoundrel! You went back on your word! Let go!"

"I won't let go."

He Zheng grabbed her hands behind her back with a quick movement, easily pinning her two delicate white hands together and holding them tightly with one hand.

With his other hand, he gently kneaded her lower back.

"My hands are cold, let me borrow your clothes to warm them up."

He talked nonsense without batting an eye, his tone lewd.

Shu Yao's eyes reddened with anger. "You're talking nonsense! You're burning up like a furnace! What's with the cold?!"

She struggled desperately, trying to break free from his embrace.

But faced with absolute power, all her struggles seemed like coquettish attempts to resist.

As she twisted, their bodies, pressed tightly together through the fabric, rubbed together violently.

He Zheng's breathing suddenly became heavier. He lowered his head and bit her round, fair earlobe.

He gently rubbed it with his teeth, then sucked hard.

"Well……"

Shu Yao's body went limp, and all her strength was instantly drained.

A suppressed moan escaped her throat.

The sound, mixed with the roar of motorcycles from the movie, was exceptionally alluring in the dimly lit living room.

A dark fire instantly ignited in He Zheng's eyes.

He completely dropped his pretense.

The large hand, resting on the lower back, moved upwards forcefully with an irresistible force.

He covered her soft breasts with his hand.

"He Zheng!"

Shu Yao exclaimed in surprise.

She could clearly feel the terrifying change that had taken place in the man behind her.

"Behave yourself and don't move."

He Zheng's voice was completely hoarse, with a hoarseness that seemed on the verge of losing control.

"If you keep rubbing against me, I'll fuck you right now."

As he continued to threaten, his actions became increasingly brazen and violent.

Shu Yao was so moved by him that she almost burst into tears.

Half of it was painful, and the other half was embarrassing.

On the movie screen, Andy Lau smashes the glass of a wedding dress shop, covered in blood, while Wu Qianlian, wearing a pure white wedding dress, sits on the back of a motorcycle, running wildly in despair.

The background music is tragic and poignant.

But in the real living room, this romantic and poignant love story has long since become nothing more than background noise.

The projector's light flickered, projecting onto the white wall and reflecting off the two intertwined bodies.

Shu Yao had no idea what was going on in the movie.

Her senses had been completely taken away by the man behind her.

"No...please...go to the room..."

She pleaded softly, her voice broken and incoherent.

This is the living room. The curtains aren't drawn tightly, and there's no door lock. Although no one on the 22nd floor can see her, the shame of being exposed in such an open space is almost driving her crazy.

"Okay, don't go to the room."

He Zheng grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

Then he turned around.

With a "bang".

He simply threw her onto the large black leather sofa behind him.

The silk pajamas rolled up to her chest in the struggle, exposing large areas of her snow-white skin to the cool air.

He Zheng's tall figure pressed down on him like a mountain.

He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pressed them above her head, lowered his head, and fiercely sealed her lips with his.

There is absolutely no room for negotiation.

The roar of the engine in the movie drowned out the muffled creaking of the black leather sofa.

The sofa has become the new battleground.

I watched a two-hour old Hong Kong movie three times.

Cherries on the coffee table rolled off the table and landed on the carpet, oozing dark red juice.

Shu Yao couldn't remember how she was eventually brought back to the master bedroom.

All that remained in my mind was the man's scalding sweat, his heavy breathing, and the howling blizzard outside the French windows.

The temperature dropped the next day.

The city of Wuhan has been hit by the most severe cold wave of this winter.

The snow has stopped, and it's even colder as the snow melts.

The gloomy sky, like a gray cloth soaked with cold water, pressed down on the city, making it hard to breathe.

The north wind was like a knife, making the panoramic glass curtain wall creak and whistle.

Inside the house, the underfloor heating was on full blast, and the temperature was set at 24 degrees Celsius.

But Shu Yao still felt cold.

She suffers from severe aversion to cold, has a cold constitution, and insufficient qi and blood, so her hands and feet are always cold in winter.

Even in a heated room, your fingertips will feel cold to the touch, like two pieces of ice iron that can't be warmed up.