Chapter 20

Some memories, no matter how long they last, are hard to forget even a bit. They are like the more aged and refined the wine, the more fragrant it becomes, no matter how many years have passed.

When the roses and Yang Chen first met, it was a bloody and dramatic encounter.

After slowly recounting this memory with her faintly feminine voice, Yang Chen was somewhat dazed. Half a year ago, the two people had met by chance, one rescuing the other, and from then on, their occasional simple exchanges over the past half year had formed the current subtle relationship—some distance, some ambiguity, some excitement.

Tucking her smooth, black hair, Qiangwei sat on the bed with her knees hugged, smiling with a hint of intoxication. "Yang Chen, do you know what I was thinking when you didn't appear?"

"What?"

"I was thinking about the fairy tales my mother used to tell me when I was a child. In the stories, the weak princess, when persecuted by evil demons, would always be saved by a prince on a white horse. Then, the story would always end with the phrase, 'From then on, the prince and princess lived happily ever after.' I used to think that was such a boring and ridiculous line... But you made it all come true." Qiangwei's eyes showed a hint of excitement as she looked at Yang Chen tenderly.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, "I didn't expect you to have such a sentimental and innocent side."

"Hehe..." Qiangwei laughed lightly, "How should I put it... I know I'm not a princess, and you're not a prince on a white horse... Not even a black horse, you just appeared out of nowhere. But at that moment, I felt that none of that mattered... I just wanted, if there could be someone like you by my side in the future, someone who doesn't need to be with me all the time, someone who doesn't need to make me happy every day... Just when I can't go on, someone to lend me a hand, and when I'm sad, someone to give me a chest to lean on, so I'm not so helpless and lonely, that would be enough..."

"Qiangwei..." Yang Chen reached out and gently stroked the woman's smooth, moist cheek, "I'll be honest with you, I'm not a good man. In the past, the number of women I've been with is in the hundreds. You said you don't need a powerful helper, and with your conditions, maybe finding a reliable, devoted man would be better..."

"That's impossible now." Qiangwei's eyes showed a hint of mischief, "Yang Chen, do you know the relationship between a troop of monkeys and their king?"

"Monkey troop? Monkey king?" Yang Chen asked doubtfully, "What are you trying to say?"

"The king of a monkey troop is the strongest male, and all the female monkeys in the troop will become his mates. This is the instinct of monkeys. Female monkeys seek the strong, so their offspring will have stronger genes. So when they see the strongest monkey king, they can't tolerate any other male monkeys. Actually, human society is no different. From ancient emperors to powerful men today, they have many wives and concubines. While some of them might be lustful, can you say that the women who follow them are absolutely forced... Since the best is available, why choose the second best?"

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh, "So, are we monkeys now?"

"I'm just using an analogy. I just want to tell you that from the moment we first met, my eyes will never see anyone else in this life... You might not be the strongest in the world, but you are the strongest in my heart..."

Qiangwei's gaze became increasingly determined, looking straight at Yang Chen, "I love you, Yang Chen."

"..."

After a full minute of silence, Yang Chen's smile gradually deepened, a mix of relief and amusement. "You really are a foolish woman."

Qiangwei's previously anxious and beautiful face now showed joy, shaking her head, "So what if I'm a foolish woman, I don't regret it!"

"Do you know what I originally came here to do today?" Yang Chen's eyes roamed up and down, as if trying to peek under Qiangwei's nightgown.

Although Qiangwei was well-prepared mentally, she still blushed and her heart raced under Yang Chen's unbridled gaze, showing a rare hint of shyness, "What... what do you want to do?"

Yang Chen slowly leaned close to Qiangwei's beautiful, delicate earlobe, gently biting the tender pink flesh with his teeth...

"Ah..."

Qiangwei's body felt as if it were electrified, collapsing into Yang Chen's chest, breathing heavily.

"Today, I came to eat you, this tender female monkey..."

Before Qiangwei could react, Yang Chen let out a long-suppressed, low growl, suddenly grabbing her slender waist and throwing her supple, seductive body onto the center of the bed!

Qiangwei, as if startled by the sudden happiness, closed her eyes tightly, allowing Yang Chen to caress and kiss her, her small, delicate hands tightly gripping the bedspread...

The smooth silk nightgown was roughly pulled off by the slightly rough hands, exposing her snow-white skin, radiating a burning charm.

Yang Chen's fiery kisses started from her small, delicate navel, moving up along her smooth abdomen, unhesitatingly pushing aside the almost non-existent black lace bra, and sucking and biting the soft, pink flesh above the bra.

Perhaps because it had been too long since he had enjoyed such a mature and seductive woman in a clear state, Yang Chen felt his blood boiling uncontrollably.

"Really fragrant..."

Qiangwei, who was usually the one in control, now showed the shyness and bashfulness of a young girl, her cheeks turning red at such bone-melting praise, unable to respond.

Finally, when Yang Chen's mouth reached a certain point, a passionate exchange of tongues began, Qiangwei's sweet juices making Yang Chen unable to stop, only reluctantly moving to other areas after making Qiangwei struggle to breathe.

Qiangwei was completely lost in the initial fiery entanglement, her body as soft as water, every part becoming a sensitive nerve ending, any slight touch making the already flooded marsh even more wet.

When Yang Chen removed all the restraints from their bodies and reached his hand toward Qiangwei's secret garden, the flood of moisture made Yang Chen's hormones surge even more!

"Oh? Qiangwei, my dear, you're so sensitive, you're wet enough to take a bath..."

"Um..." Qiangwei turned her head in embarrassment, having never experienced such a situation, she couldn't speak, only vaguely protesting.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yang Chen didn't say anything more, pulling out his already erect, fierce member and forcefully entering Qiangwei's tender flower...

Qiangwei felt as if half her body was being torn apart, the pain mixed with the happiness of a hard-won moment making her shed two tears, followed by wave after wave of intense sensations...

For a moment, the temperature in the room rose sharply, the man's deep breathing and the woman's sultry moans intertwining.

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