He distinctly felt her slight fear—It was an inner demon she couldn't cast aside, no matter how intimate they had become.
But his desire was extraordinary. Truly, since the first time he saw her, he had longed for this moment. When he first had her, his wish hadn't come true. Even after two or three years together, it remained unfulfilled. Even when they broke up and he had resorted to force, his wish still wasn't granted. Until this very moment... he could no longer bear it. His hand moved forcefully, wanting to rip away the obstructive bathrobe.
His anticipation was like that of an artist seeing a landscape painting by Wu Daozi, a red-eyed gambler staring at a massive pile of chips, or a gluttonous epicure facing a table piled high with delicacies... Truly, if he didn't partake now, he felt he would suffocate.
"Xixi..."
His breath came in ragged gasps.
