Vibrant Red Wine, Lustrous Goblets...
Zhang Qian's life had undergone a complete transformation compared to two years ago—and she wasn't the only one who'd changed. Chu Fei had too. But while he'd become destitute and wretched, she'd risen to dazzling heights. Now a signed professional model, she graced fashion shows, auto expos, and even more elite events with regular frequency. Word had it she'd landed some ad endorsement, and Chu Fei had once even spotted her half-naked on a magazine cover.
"Are you here to mock me? Go ahead... I'm ready for it."
"Chu Fei, you know what? I haven't dated anyone since we broke up."
Zhang Qian swirled the red wine in her glass, a flicker of bewilderment crossing her eyes. She leaned gently against the bathroom vanity. "You're the only man I've ever truly loved—and I've always trusted my judgment!"
"But I'm not the only man who's had you!"
Irritation boiled in Chu Fei's chest. He roared his response, then rose from the petal-strewn bathtub stark naked. He stepped down, snatched the wine from her hand, and tossed it back in one gulp. With savage force, he ripped away her bath towel, baring once more that familiar tall, sinuous body.
Ignoring whatever raced through her mind, Chu Fei roughly hoisted her right leg onto his shoulder and slammed his iron-hard cock deep into her core.
Zhang Qian cried out in shock—but not from pain. From ecstasy.
So after all that roundabout drama, they were right back where they'd started?
The woman now taking Chu Fei's ferocious thrusts wasn't Li Ran, the one he'd once thought he'd love forever. It was his ex, Zhang Qian—a woman with utterly liberated views on sex, borderline nymphomaniacal. And yet, only someone like her could let him cut loose, fuck without restraint. What a ridiculous twist.
At least with Zhang Qian, Chu Fei didn't have to hold back or compromise. Any position he wanted. Any force he craved. He could even cum wherever he damn well pleased on her body.
With Li Ran, that had always been a pipe dream.
Maybe that's just who I am?
Maybe that hand-in-hand, till-death-do-us-part romance was never for me?
Suddenly deflated, Chu Fei felt a reckless abandon take hold. He scooped Zhang Qian up, tossed her onto the bed, and pounced.
"Ah, yes—so fucking good! Chu Fei, I love it when you fuck me like this... Harder, deeper!"
True to form, Zhang Qian belted out her praise mid-fuck, stroking his ego just right. Only she could handle his bull-like pounding and give him the rawest, most cathartic release.
Chu Fei hadn't felt this good in ages—his climax so voluminous that Zhang Qian glared at him, breathless. "God, how long have you been holding that in...?"
How long? Who the hell knew.
Back when things were hot and heavy with Li Ran, she'd play along, rarely insisting on condoms. But she hated his rough moves, preferring slow, tender entries to build the mood. Even on safe days, she'd never let him finish inside—pushing him off the instant she sensed it coming, ruining the vibe every time.
After graduation, no condom meant no entry. Later, it devolved to perfunctory duty: endless begging just for her to lie there limp, then roll over and sleep the second he finished.
Praising that as "perfunctory" was generous.
Chu Fei couldn't even remember the last time he'd felt this liberated, body and soul singing in bliss. Half a year's worth of pent-up rage finally ebbed away...
Maybe Zhang Qian really is the one for me.
But that image flashed back—the one of her sandwiched between two men, front and back. Those ugly cocks pistoning in her mouth and pussy. He sighed inwardly and turned down her invitation.
She'd tried convincing him to join her and some friends for a New Year's beach getaway in Sanya, Hainan. Chu Fei could picture her crowd, the kind of "vacation" that drove other guys wild. Still, he refused—with the noblest excuse.
"It's been four years since I last saw Mom. No matter what, I've gotta go home this time!"