Chapter 276: I’m Sorry

Staring at Su Yuqing’s glistening, inviting lips, her cheeks flushed crimson and as delicate as fine porcelain, and her eyes—hazy, full of shyness and trust, and lit by some unseen emotion... It was all a silent summons, dropping a boulder into the tranquil lake of Chen Mo’s heart and unleashing the tidal wave he had so long suppressed.

His palm, which had been gently stroking her cheek, now trembled almost imperceptibly. As if pulled by an invisible thread, it slowly slid down the soft line of her profile.

Every subtle movement held a tantalizing uncertainty. His fingertips finally came to a gentle rest on the delicate curve of her jaw, tilting it up slightly and forcing her to meet his searing gaze once more.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deeper than the night itself. Each syllable seemed to carry warmth, brushing heavily past her ear before landing on her heart, which was already pounding in disarray.

Su Yuqing’s heart raced like a wild horse.

Trapped in the vortex of his deep eyes, she found the churning emotions there so intense they nearly suffocated her.

Overwhelming shyness made her subconsciously want to close her eyes again, but she could still feel herself pinned in place by his focused, scorching gaze.

The pad of Chen Mo’s thumb carried a startling heat. It moved with agonizing slowness, imbued with an ineffable reverence and an even deeper desire as it lingered at the corner of her lips, which were dewy from her bashfulness.

That light, warm caress seemed to flip a hidden switch. A faint yet intense jolt of electricity shot through her nerve endings, causing her to tremble slightly as a soft, sigh-like murmur escaped her throat.

This tiny response was like dry kindling thrown into a blazing fire.

The color in Chen Mo’s eyes suddenly darkened to ink, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in a suppressed swallow.

He was no longer content to just linger. The pressure from his thumb increased slightly, as if making a declaration.

Then, he lowered his head. That warm shadow fell over her again, descending with clear purpose upon that alluring crimson.

This time, his approach lacked the previous hesitation and gentle probing. It carried a deeper infatuation and a near-instinctual urgency to explore further, like a pilgrim finally setting foot in a sacred land he had yearned for.

It was no longer a fleeting taste, but a deeper, tighter intertwining and melding, as if to drain the very sweetness from each other’s breath and soul.

With an undeniable dominance, the tip of his tongue parted her teeth, which were clenched tight from nervousness, opening up a deeper, warmer, wetter secret space to him.

Like an explorer in a secret realm, he pursued that shy, retreating softness with gentle force—entwining, tasting, luring it out until it offered a clumsy, timid response of its own.

Every teasing retreat only provoked a deeper, more greedy claim.

"Ngh..." Su Yuqing was completely lost in their thorough melding.

Her mind went blank, her body turning as soft and weak as spring water. She could only cling tightly to his firm embrace, letting herself be swept away by the vortex of his scent and strength.

In this surrender, an unfamiliar, immense pleasure washed over her like deep ocean swells, wave after wave crashing against the shores of her senses.

Each new entanglement sent a shiver straight to the crown of her head, making her fingertips curl and the tips of her toes tense.

Her passive, clumsy responses only ignited an even more tempestuous, profound desire in Chen Mo to connect.

In the cramped space, the air grew thick with their ragged breaths and the hushed, continuous sounds of their kiss, a murmur like souls intertwining. A heart-pounding, blush-inducing heat began to spread.

On the TV screen, scenes of the deep sea shifted and flowed in silence. The ethereal blue light illuminated their silhouette, the two of them nearly merged into one.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner swirled in vain, utterly failing to disperse the scorching heat that was rapidly building in that small space, a heat so intense it felt almost tangible.

Chen Mo’s arms, wrapped around her waist and back, tightened convulsively, as if he wanted to crush her and meld her into his very bones.

He kissed her deeply, lost in a near-frenzied obsession, trying to drink in everything she was.

His other hand had long since left her jaw. It slid down the slender line of her neck, its scorching heat seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes. Slowly, it began to wander over her delicate back, caressing her and sending ever more intense shivers through her.

The soft rustle of their clothes, intertwined with their unsuppressible gasps, played out a melody in the deep, quiet night—a tune that was theirs alone, intimate and tantalizing.

Su Yuqing felt as if she were at the center of an emotional storm, completely enveloped and carried away by Chen Mo’s tempestuous presence and powerful arms.

This strange yet irresistible, sublime experience left her feeling both panicked and lost in pleasure. She could only clutch the fabric of his shirt tighter, like a castaway in the vast ocean clinging to the only piece of driftwood.

Her conscious thoughts faded in and out on the surging tide of passion, leaving only the most primal sensations—the searing heat and dominance of his mouth, the scalding touch and strength of his hand, the frantic beat of his heart against his chest, a rhythm that matched her own...

Just as Chen Mo’s hand began to wander uncontrollably from her back to her front, the moment it touched the two softest mounds on her chest, Su Yuqing was jolted back to her senses.

She pressed her hands forcefully against Chen Mo’s solid chest, the warmth of her palms seeping through the thin fabric as she pushed him away slightly.

"Ngh... Chen Mo! Wait..." Her voice was ragged, as if she’d just fought her way out of a whirlpool, and laced with clear panic and a sliver of pleading sobriety.

This sudden, clearly resistant movement was like an ice pick shattering a fever dream.

Chen Mo froze. The surging fire of his desire was instantly extinguished.

The deep eyes that had been swirling with intense fascination and desire just seconds before now flashed with clear astonishment, before being flooded with heavy, profound apology and deep self-reproach.

As if he’d received an electric shock, the hand that had been touching that forbidden peak snapped back in dismay.

The arm around her waist also went slack, loosening its grip until it was just a loose, protective circle.

In the living room, only the ethereal blue light of the deep sea flowed silently across the TV screen, casting ever-changing patterns on the wall.

The sweet, thick passion in the air, so tangible you could almost taste it, was instantly shattered by a vast, sharp sense of awkwardness and tension.

All that remained was the sound of their heavy, ragged breathing, which they tried in vain to suppress, and the frantic drumming of Su Yuqing’s heart, echoing in the silence.

Seeing the look of dismay and guilt on Chen Mo’s face, Su Yuqing felt a sharp pang in her heart. She immediately reached out and gripped the hand he had just withdrawn.

"I’m... I’m sorry..." Her voice was whisper-thin, nearly lost beneath her ragged breaths.