Chapter 2: Baby, Does It Feel Good

The next day, Xu Anhao stood outside the hotel room door, her right hand gripping the doorknob for a few seconds.

The lingering soreness from yesterday still embedded itself in her waist and abdomen. The mere thought of what was about to happen made her unbearably nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Anhao pushed the door open to find Lu Shiyan leaning against the headboard scrolling through his phone.

Two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone at the collar. When she entered, he merely glanced up briefly and said in a casual tone, “Come here.”

She walked over, and Lu Shiyan reached out to pull her down onto the edge of the bed, his palm naturally settled against her waist.

The moment the pressure landed, Xu Anhao couldn’t help but flinch.

The burning pain from her first time yesterday hadn’t completely faded, and now the touched area felt like it was covered in sandpaper, a dull ache wrapped with a pulling sensation that even made the muscles on her inner thighs tighten.

“What are you afraid of?” Lu Shiyan’s breath brushed against her neck, carrying a faint scent of tobacco. “Didn’t you get used to it yesterday?”

Xu Anhao didn’t speak, merely lowering her eyes while her fingertips secretly clutched the hem of his shirt.

But as his movements deepened, the discomfort grew increasingly clear.

The soreness in her waist and abdomen surged like a tide, each touch making her breath tremble.

Finally, when an old pain was tugged at again, she couldn’t help but turn her head away, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum with a barely detectable sob:

“Can you be gentler…”

Lu Shiyan paused for half a second before letting out a low chuckle, his tone laced with a hint of indulgence:

“Okay, baby~”

His fingertips gently traced her furrowed brow, and his movements truly slowed down, the pressure significantly reduced.

Unlike yesterday’s irresistible dominance, he now offered more patient reassurance, even softening his breath to avoid causing her further discomfort.

Xu Anhao’s tense body gradually relaxed somewhat, but she still couldn’t help keeping track of time.

She just wanted it to end quickly so she could receive today’s one million, bringing her one step closer to covering her mother’s medical expenses.

Lu Shiyan had remarkable endurance; even after slowing the pace, he maintained it for a long time.

During this, he would lower his head to kiss the corners of her eyes and whisper fragmented words in her ear.

But Xu Anhao remained silent, burying her face in the crook of his neck, letting him lead her into oblivion.

After what felt like an eternity, Lu Shiyan’s movements slowed slightly. His fingertips brushed her pale lips as he asked in a deep, satisfied voice:

“Baby, does it feel good?”

Xu Anhao didn’t speak, only shaking her head.

Then, thinking it inappropriate, she simply pressed her lips tightly together.

Only one thought occupied her mind: to finish quickly and receive today’s one million.

Lu Shiyan looked at her pursed lips and averted gaze, chuckling softly.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath sweeping across her earlobe, his tone carrying a stubborn tenderness:

“But baby, I feel very good.”

Just as both were immersed in this ambiguous, thick atmosphere, approaching climax

A sudden, urgent ringtone shattered the moment.

Lu Shiyan frowned, reaching to grab his phone from the nightstand. After glancing at the screen, he answered, his tone instantly cooling:

“Speak.”

Whatever was said on the other end, he only responded with occasional brief replies, his frown deepening.

After hanging up, he cursed under his breath, “Troublesome,” his voice filled with the irritation of being interrupted.

But when his gaze returned to Xu Anhao’s turned face, the chill in his eyes quietly receded, replaced by a clear sense of pity.

It was as if he regretted a good show about to conclude being interrupted.

He leaned in close to her, his nose brushing against her sweat-dampened bangs, his voice still carrying traces of uneven breaths:

“Let’s continue.”

His movements suddenly quickened, more urgent and deeper than before, driven by an eagerness to make up for the interrupted momentum.

His hand pressed against the nape of Xu Anhao’s neck, leaving her no room to evade.

Each thrust carried an undeniable aggression, yet when she instinctively shrank back, his grip subtly loosened by half.

By the time it ended, his breathing remained unsteady, his expression tinged with a hint of lingering regret.

“What a pity, I have to go.”

He rose from the bed, swiftly pulling on his shirt, then retrieved a checkbook from his suit’s inner pocket. The pen scratched softly across the paper.

When he handed it over, Xu Anhao’s fingertips had barely touched the thin slip when she felt its weight.

It was one million dollars the cost of her mother’s upcoming treatment, and the price of her endurance once again.

Lu Shiyan’s gaze lingered on the redness at the corners of her eyes, his tone softening slightly,

“The hotel room is booked for the day. If you’re tired, rest a while longer. No need to rush off.”

With that, he picked up his coat and hurried away.

The door clicked softly shut behind him, cutting off the lingering scent of fir fragrance. The room fell into sudden silence.

Xu Anhao clutched the check tightly, as if holding onto a life-saving raft.

She tucked it under the pillow, silently calculating: “Two million now, still three million short. Just a few more days of endurance…”

Fatigue washed over her like a tide. Too exhausted to think of anything else, she curled up in the soft bedding and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had been asleep when, in her drowsiness, she sensed movement.

Not the sound of traffic outside the window, but the faint rustle of someone gently lifting the covers, accompanied by the familiar scent of fir mingled with a faint hint of alcohol, slowly enveloping her.

She jolted awake, her body instantly tensing.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, a pair of warm arms encircled her from behind, gently pulling her into an embrace. The hold was not forceful yet carried an unyielding sense of stability.

Her body stiffened, acutely aware of the other’s breath against the back of her neck

warm from the alcohol, and the heat of his chest pressed against her back.

It was him.

When had he returned?

Xu Anhao’s mind swirled with confusion. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the sheets beneath her but dared not move.

Lu Shiyan seemed to sense she was awake but said nothing, only tightening his arms slightly, holding her closer.

His chin rested gently on the crown of her head, his voice husky from the alcohol, soft and tender: “Sleep.”
Xu Anhao’s heart raced wildly. In her ears, his steady breathing; at her nose, the scent of him.

It wasn’t the domineering aura from their transaction but carried a hint of fragile dependence.

Hesitating for a moment, she ultimately did not push him away.

She feared upsetting him, and even more, disrupting this rare moment of peace.

Yet the tension in her heart remained unrelaxed. She still remembered the check under the pillow, the remaining three million, and her mother waiting in the hospital.

As the night deepened, only the sound of their breathing filled the room.

In his embrace, she should have felt estranged, yet inexplicably, a sense of security settled over her. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she slowly fell back asleep.