I'm Waiting for You in Ashes

When Su Wan woke up, the room was very quiet.

She couldn't feel the warmth of the sun. It should be night.

For a split-second, her mind stopped working. She couldn't figure out where she was at the moment, so she shrank back into her blanket in fear.

He didn't expect that as soon as she moved, a pair of hands would cover her body.

"Late."

The man's voice was hoarse, he probably hadn't slept at all.

Only then did Su Wan remember that she had already been bought by that man called Huo Qing.

He was her husband, he said.

Su Wan tried to move herself out of the bed bit by bit and asked in confusion.

"Huo Qing?"

"Yes."

The woman's expression was innocent and pure, and her cautious and trusting appearance caused Huo Qing's heart to heat up as he extended a hand to pull her into his embrace.

He liked to hear her call his name, something she would never say when she was awake.

Huo Qing pressed his cheek against the top of her head, unwilling to let go.

"Late. Tomorrow, I have an appointment for your operation."

"Operation?"

Su Wan blinked, as if she was seriously considering his words, and became nervous.

"Only sick people do surgery... Huo Qing, am I sick? "

Huo Qing hugged her body tightly.

"No, you're fine. The surgery just makes your eyes better. "When your eyes get better, you'll be able to see me — late at night. Don't you want to see what I look like?"

He took one of her hands and held it to his cheek.

It was a warm feeling.

The man's skin was healthy and smooth. Su Wan thought it was funny. She stretched out her fingers and caressed his face.

After thinking for a moment, he said honestly.

"I want to see it."

To be honest, she didn't have much hope for his appearance. Although the servants would talk about his unparalleled beauty, but …

Su Wan curled her lips. If he was really that good-looking, how could he like her?

Still, she wanted to see him.

Whether she was beautiful or ugly, she wanted to feel him with all her senses.

Her answer made Huo Qing happy, and he kissed her heavily.

Their lips and teeth were entwined, their warm and moist tongues were exchanging liquids, and their breathing became hurried.

Su Wan was still an inexperienced child. She didn't understand what she was going through, but due to her trust in men, she didn't resist. She could only close her eyes helplessly and catch her breath under the sheet.

The man's lips moved slowly downward.

His hot, wet tongue pressed against his collarbone, as if sending electricity in all directions, a joyful numbness.

Su Wan followed her instincts and groaned. She raised her head like a fragile swan.

Her black hair was spread out behind her, and her red lips were snow-white. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

A woman's breathing was the most toxic medicine to Huo Qing, and the desire that he had suppressed for a long time burst out in an instant.

He wanted her.

He hadn't touched a woman since she left.

The man kissed every inch of Su Wan's skin reverently, patiently waiting for her to bloom under him. Finally, he carefully squeezed a long leg between her legs.

"Late?"

A gentle breath by his ear.

Su Wan trembled at the provocation. Her body clamored with desire for him. She hugged his shoulder with some fear and nodded shyly.

She didn't know what he wanted to do, but she didn't think he would hurt her.

The small action of nodding caused Huo Qing to become ecstatic.

Suppressing the urge to pierce through her, he slowly guided her toward the abyss of desire.

Late at night, a lamp was lit like a bean.

The two bodies were entangled as the man lovingly kissed away the tears and sweat on the woman's face.

"Late at night, don't hate me."

"Late at night, give birth to a child …"

Su Wan was like a small boat passively accepting his request. She did not understand why he told her not to hate him. She only called out his name over and over again when she was forced to her peak.

"Huo Qing, Huo Qing … "I don't want it anymore …"

Both of them did not realize that outside the room, there was a graceful figure leaning on the door as she eavesdropped. Her gaze was as ruthless as that of an evil ghost.