231: Chapter 231 A Moment of Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold

Chen Yu's chin gently rubbed against the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. This subtle movement was filled with possessiveness and silent intimacy.

"Lingyin." He called her name in a low voice, his tone clearer than before, yet deeper.

"Hmm?" She responded subconsciously, her voice laced with a softness she hadn't even realized was there.

He didn't speak immediately; instead, the hand that had been resting on her waist began to move, as if teasingly.

His fingertips traced lightly across her waist, separated only by the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Su Lingyin felt the warmth of Chen Yu's fingers, and her body stiffened instinctively.

She wanted to pull away, but her body felt as if its strength had been drained, causing her to press even closer to him instead.

Sensing Su Lingyin's reaction, Chen Yu seemed to grow a little bolder.

His palm began to move slowly upward, carrying a scorching heat as it brushed against her spine; every inch of skin he touched felt as if it were being set ablaze.

Su Lingyin couldn't help but tilt her head back.

Coming into view were Chen Yu's deep eyes, swirling with a thick, intense desire she had never seen before—like a bottomless vortex, threatening to pull her in.

Yet his movements remained surprisingly patient, as if he were treating her like a rare, priceless treasure.

"Chen Yu..." She called his name unconsciously, her voice trembling with a delicate shyness that surprised even herself.

This call was like a switch.

Chen Yu lowered his head.

This kiss was no longer one of the fleeting touches from before, but one carrying long-accumulated longing.

The air instantly became thin and scorching. Su Lingyin felt her mind go blank, and she could only passively endure, while instinctively responding.

Her hands had unknowingly climbed up to his neck, her fingertips sinking into the short hair at the back of his head.

The kiss gradually became intense.

Chen Yu's hand was no longer satisfied with lingering on her back and began to explore restlessly.

His fingertips deftly undid the top two buttons of her pajamas, his cool fingers touching the delicate skin just below her collarbone.

Su Lingyin couldn't help but make a sound.

This sound seemed to stimulate Chen Yu.

His kiss deepened, and with a swift turn, he gently pinned her beneath him.

The weight of his body and their close contact made Su Lingyin completely lose the ability to think.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the rumpled bedsheets.

The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, intertwined with their increasingly rapid breathing and heartbeats.

The buttons of Su Lingyin's pajamas were all undone, and the cool air touched her skin.

His kisses traveled down along her neck, leaving dense, damp, and hot marks.

Su Lingyin closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, all her senses concentrated on every place he touched.

It was a strange feeling, tinged with a slight sense of shame, yet she couldn't resist wanting more.

"Chen Yu..."

Chen Yu's movements paused; he propped himself up, hovering above her, his dark eyes locked tightly onto her dazed gaze, his voice hoarse.

"Is it okay... Lingyin?"

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly showing he was struggling to maintain control.

In this moment of infatuation, he still gave her the right to make the final choice.

Su Lingyin looked at him, looking at this man who, in this moment, gave her all his tenderness and restraint.

Her heart was filled with an overwhelming emotion.

She didn't answer, but instead reached out with slightly trembling arms, hooked them around his neck again, tilted her head up, and offered her own kiss.

This action was worth more than a thousand words of consent.

Chen Yu's eyes instantly darkened like the night, and the last string of his reason finally snapped.

Chen Yu lowered his head and kissed Su Lingyin.

The moon quietly moved behind the clouds.

Chen Yu held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, calming his own equally rapid breathing, his scorching breath spraying onto her sensitive skin.

The air was filled with the languid and sweet scent unique to the aftermath of intimacy.

No one spoke.

A sense of ultimate intimacy and peace enveloped them both.

Chen Yu stroked her smooth back rhythmically, as if soothing her, or perhaps in silent attachment.

Su Lingyin was extremely tired, her eyelids heavy, and under his reassuring embrace and rhythmic stroking, her consciousness gradually blurred.

At the very moment before she drifted off to sleep, she felt a gentle kiss land on her forehead.

A moment of intimacy is worth a thousand gold.

Chen Yu had completed his evolution as a man.

She woke up completely to the aroma of food.

Opening her eyes, the space beside her was empty, leaving only the indented pillow and the lingering scent of Chen Yu.

The sunlight was brighter than before, shining through the curtains and illuminating the room.

Her body felt sore and weak from overuse.

She sat up, wrapped in the quilt, and saw a glass of water on the nightstand with a note pressed underneath it.

Picking it up, she saw Chen Yu's flamboyant handwriting:

"I'm going to make something to eat. Come out when you wake up."

At the end, there was a simple hand-drawn heart.

Su Lingyin held the water glass; the temperature was indeed neither too hot nor too cold, just right to drink.

She drank it in small sips, her heart feeling as if it had been soaked in this warm water, melting into a puddle of softness.

Those intense and lingering memories flooded into her mind belatedly, causing her cheeks to heat up again, but this time, amidst the shyness, there was more of a honey-like sweetness.

She dawdled as she put on her clothes; Chen Yu had even prepared clean clothes for her, placing them by the bedside, and the size was unexpectedly a perfect fit.

It seems our Teacher Chen had really been planning this for a long time.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she still felt a bit awkward, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

In the kitchen, Chen Yu was standing with his back to her.

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and loungewear pants, his figure was tall and straight, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

Eggs were sizzling in the pan, and the toaster next to it popped up with a "ding."

This scene, full of the warmth of domestic life, strangely smoothed away the last bit of Su Lingyin's unease.

She walked over quietly, hugged his waist gently from behind, and pressed her face against his broad back.

Chen Yu's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed immediately; he turned down the heat, covered the hand she had wrapped around his waist with one of his own, and continued to skillfully flip the eggs with the other.

"Awake?" His voice held a smile, deeper and gentler than usual.

"Are you... feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

This straightforward concern made Su Lingyin's ears heat up; she shook her head gently and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine."

Chen Yu chuckled lowly, turned around, and cupped her face in his hands.

His gaze seemed to carry warmth as he scrutinized her carefully, from her moist eyes to her slightly swollen lips, his gaze gradually deepening again.

"Go sit down first; breakfast will be ready in a moment." He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse.

"Okay..." Su Lingyin's voice grew a bit more obedient.

Breakfast was simple: fried eggs, toast, and milk.

The two sat facing each other at the dining table, the atmosphere filled with a subtle quietness.

Their eyes met occasionally, only to quickly pull away, invisible threads of sweetness floating in the air.

"Today..."

Chen Yu put down his milk glass and asked her, "Do you have any plans?"