Li Yun wasn't exactly a musical genius, but when he heard Lin Yixin play the Kreutzer Sonata, he was utterly blown away. It was like the music had seeped into his very soul.
The music flowed like water. On that summer night, moonlight filtered through the tree branches and danced across the floor in dappled patterns. Lin Yixin, holding her violin, looked like a statue from ancient Greece.
The beautiful melody seemed to resonate within Li Yun's body, blending seamlessly with the rhythm of his heartbeat. It was as if he were immersed in an ocean of music, completely lost in its enchantment.
Li Yun had never expected her to perform the Kreutzer Sonata so perfectly. Ever since they started living together, he had developed a habit: Lin Yixin would play a piece for him every night. He always thought she was born to play music. Listening to her was truly an indulgence. But tonight, he just couldn't focus on the music. His mind was consumed by heartbreak.
He remembered one night when he watched Lin Yixin play the violin bathed in moonlight. Suddenly, he felt an intense surge of desire, like a fire burning through his veins. He couldn't resist. He lunged at her, pinning her down and making love to her right there.
Their passion that night was unlike anything they had ever experienced. They kept going, non-stop, the entire night. When it was over, they were both exhausted, barely able to move.
As Li Yun reminisced, he felt a stir in his loins. The physiological response brought a wave of primal desire, quickly engulfing him. But then he heard Lin Yixin's words again, "Yun, I was happy being with you in college... Now I need to pursue my happiness. Didn't you once say that loving someone means sacrificing for them?"
It was like a bucket of cold water dousing his flames. He snapped back to reality, ashamed of himself for even thinking about such things at a moment like this.
"God, I'm such a hopeless pervert," he muttered, slapping his forehead and shaking his head vigorously to clear his thoughts. He felt guilty for having such inappropriate thoughts at a time like this and looked up at Lin Yixin, who was still playing with all her heart.
Lin Yixin's lips curled into a faint, sweet smile, innocent and pure. But to Li Yun, it felt like a cold shiver down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was a young man in the prime of his health, with a particularly strong libido.
Ever since they had started making love, he needed to be with her every night to fall asleep.
Seeing her writhe beneath him, begging for mercy in her ecstasy, gave him an immense sense of satisfaction and pride.
Lin Yixin wasn't used to his unexpected desires, but she always indulged him like the gentlest, most considerate little wife, even when his requests bordered on the bizarre.
Watching her play that final piece for him, especially with her blushing, shy expression and the subtle teasing in her eyes, ignited an intense possessiveness in him. She moved gracefully toward him, her slender waist swaying like a willow branch, her full breasts straining against her clothes, and her plump, inviting hips swaying with every step. Her otherworldly beauty was almost intoxicating.
As she approached, Li Yun's heart began to thaw, and a faint, warm smile crept onto his lips. It was like seeing a glimpse of paradise amid hell.
Lin Yixin's beauty was unparalleled—her rosy cheeks, sharp shoulders, and graceful figure were like a masterpiece. Her long, silky hair cascaded down like the finest black satin, framing her delicate, oval face. Her bright eyes, cherry-red lips, and fair skin were mesmerizing. She was the epitome of perfection, not a single ounce too much or too little.
Her enchanting appearance was enough to make any man lose his mind, and Li Yun was no exception.
Even though he knew every inch of her body, having kissed every part of her skin, he was still completely captivated by her. Watching her spin gracefully, he couldn't help but let his mind wander, his heart pounding fiercely.
He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins, and a warmth rising from his lower abdomen. Lin Yixin smiled coquettishly, her eyes sparkling as she played. Her technique—bowing, fingering, and vibrato—was flawless.
Li Yun reached out with trembling hands and wrapped them around her slender waist. A refreshing, intoxicating scent filled his nostrils—the natural fragrance of a young woman's body.
He rested his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin, and greedily caressed her flat, smooth stomach. Lin Yixin's body trembled slightly, but she kept playing, though the piece she was performing, titled Love Scene, had become chaotic and disordered, losing its original peacefulness and instead taking on a mournful, lingering tone.
Li Yun showered her graceful, fair neck with hot kisses, his hand slipping inside her collar... She tilted her head and rested it on his broad shoulder, her eyes fluttering.
Her plump, inviting lips were irresistible.
Li Yun leaned down and kissed her fiercely, capturing her cherry-red lips. Her wet, slippery tongue danced nimbly in his mouth, dodging his wild and dominant advances.