“Xiao Yu, time for dinner.”
“Coming.”
Gu Yu turned off the TV and sat down at the dining table. Tonight’s dinner was as sumptuous as ever, with meat, vegetables, and a thick, savory soup. A bowl of perfectly steamed white rice was placed before him.
Yun Qianxin sat opposite him, maintaining her elegant and dignified poise. Her cheeks were flushed with a captivating, faint pink, and the corners of her cherry-red lips curled upward. As she watched Gu Yu devour the meal, a predatory glint remained hidden in the depths of her eyes.
“It’s so late for dinner; you must be starving.” She pushed a glass of water toward him, taking in the boy’s disheveled state.
“I am pretty hungry. Luckily, I get to eat the food Sister Qianxin made. It’s much better than what I used to have.”
A smile blossomed across Yun Qianxin’s face. She stood up and took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet. The crimson liquid was sealed within a dark red glass bottle; she removed the cork and set it on the table.
“Xiao Yu, do you know how to drink?”
She then brought out two highball glasses. The sound of the glass bases hitting the table was sharp and crisp, echoing clearly in the silent night.
“I’ve never tried it; I’m still a minor. Besides, alcohol makes your mind fuzzy, right? I don’t really like that.”
“Then… do you know why so many people still love to drink?” Yun Qianxin rested her cheek on her hand and looked at Gu Yu, her other hand lightly tapping the glass, creating a series of faint, rhythmic clicks.
“I don’t know. For… some kind of pleasure?”
Yun Qianxin picked up the bottle. As the wine breathed, she slowly poured a small amount into a glass. The mellow, sweet liquid was like a decadent poison, shimmering with a vivid hue.
“Because wine can make people forget many things—those things that are troubling, painful, or sad…” She swirled the glass, the liquid dancing inside. “Xiao Yu, do you want to try some?”
Gu Yu had just finished his rice. He froze with his chopsticks in hand as logic and curiosity battled in his mind. He watched as Yun Qianxin handed him the glass, her pale fingers gripping the slender stem, the liquid inside looking brilliantly red and enticing.
“No… I better not. I definitely can’t hold my liquor. It wouldn’t be good if I passed out here at your place, Sister Qianxin.”
“It’s fine. If that happens, you can just spend the night here with Sister.”
Yun Qianxin pursed her crimson-painted lips, the corners of her narrow eyes hooking upward. The bright lights illuminated her breathtakingly beautiful face, as sultry as a rose blooming at midnight.
“That would be too much trouble for you.”
“Xiao Yu… at Sister’s place, you don’t have to worry about so much. Just do whatever you want.”
Her voice was at its most gentle and refined, like a sister coaxing a younger brother, subtly leading him to lower his guard and step into a decadent trap.
She placed the glass in front of Gu Yu and poured another for herself. Sniffing the sweet aroma of the wine, her desire grew wildly, instantly filling her dark, clear eyes.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try.”
Gu Yu took the glass and sipped a small mouthful. The sweet, mellow liquid entered his mouth and flowed into his stomach, stimulating his sensitive nerves.
“How is it? Isn’t it quite delicious?”
“Mm…”
Gu Yu responded blankly. He couldn’t quite grasp the sensation; it was intense, like a spark being lit inside his body. The fragrance swirled at the tip of his tongue, and his rationality began to slip away.
Yun Qianxin leaned over and continued to refill his glass. The level of the wine rose, the vibrantly colored liquid tempting him to keep trying.
His fingers twitched as he grabbed the glass, but he didn’t lift it. Gu Yu felt his consciousness fading; his reason told him to stop.
“Sister said you don’t need to worry.” Yun Qianxin stroked the boy’s face, her soft palm pressing against his skin, her voice meltingly seductive. “Xiao Yu… Sister will take good care of you.”
Her alluring eyes were inches away. She saw the confusion and chaos in the boy’s gaze, and her smile widened. She pinched Gu Yu’s cheek and exhaled a breath laden with the scent of wine, blowing it against his lips.
Yun Qianxin retreated to her seat and watched Gu Yu drink the wine as if he had lost his mind. She completely unleashed her hidden greed and longing, yet she asked him softly with the last of her patience, “Xiao Yu? Are you sleepy? Do you want more?”
Even as she asked, she maintained her facade of gentleness while pouring him another glass.
“I… I’m not drunk… This wine… it’s actually pretty good, Sister Qianxin.”
Gu Yu responded drunkenly, a flush spreading across his fair skin. The spark inside him had grown into a blaze, scorching his fragile exterior. For some reason, he acted tough and picked up the glass in front of him.
The strength of the alcohol finally shattered his sobriety. The glass tipped over on the table with a sharp clatter, and the remaining wine spilled out, spreading across the surface in a large, vivid red stain.
“Xiao Yu? Xiao Yu?”
Yun Qianxin called his name twice, but the only response was his faint breathing. The boy lay slumped on the table, his face flushed deep red.
She righted the glass, walked behind Gu Yu, and pulled out some tissues to wipe him down. She gazed at his handsome, refined face—still tinged with a hint of boyishness—and smiled with satisfaction.
“Really, Xiao Yu, your tolerance is so poor yet you insisted on drinking. If you passed out like this in front of another woman, it would be bad.”
Her slender hands slid under Gu Yu’s armpits, supporting him as he stood up. Step by step, she moved him into the bedroom. Yun Qianxin laid him down on the bed and leaned over to admire her freshly caught prey.
Those features that had haunted her dreams for so many years still held those familiar details. She adored him to the point of obsession, desperate to possess him and hold him entirely within her grasp.
Her longing gaze shifted downward, past his narrow neck and slender collarbone. She removed the youth’s jacket and slipped her hand under the hem of his shirt, stroking his soft skin, unable to get enough of the sensation.
His warmth met her palm. Yun Qianxin stroked his body unscrupulously, utterly enamored with the touch…
After a moment, she withdrew her hand, tucked the boy in, and left the room to deal with the mess on the table.
One must not rush when enjoying the most precious delicacy; preparations had to be made. Regardless, at this moment, he belonged to her, and no one could take him away.
After tidying the table, Yun Qianxin found a loose nightgown and took a shower. By the time she returned, Gu Yu was fast asleep.
She pressed her body against his, pulling him into her arms. Her soft, full curves pressed against his chest through their clothes, and she firmly took hold of his clean, warm heat.
Her long legs hooked around him, pulling him into her embrace. Yun Qianxin’s hands climbed to his waist, their skin meeting over a large area. This feeling of personally imprisoning the boy with her own body greatly satisfied her longing. He was a treasure found at last; besides, he was supposed to be hers all along.
The time she had passed up that opportunity, she had suffered for nearly ten years. When they met again, the youth actually had another woman by his side—one whose beauty was not inferior to her own.
Yun Qianxin had never felt such regret; she had thrown away such a perfect chance and handed over her most irreplaceable treasure to someone else. Hostility fueled her madness, and she swore fiercely to take back what belonged to her.
She lowered her head slightly, lightly kissing Gu Yu’s forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. The sweet taste met her mouth; she wanted to stain him with her own scent, declaring her ownership of the boy.
Xiao Yu, you are mine. You always will be.
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