Chapter 8: Ecstatic Moments

ad buried near his heart, her pale shoulders and chest bearing marks of last night's indulgence.For some reason, all his resentment vanished from his heart. He stretched out his arm to take the phone...Chapter 8 Intoxicating Moments

Zhou Guangtao's friend knew that if they wanted to save He Yufan now, there was only one solution—Zhou Guangtao himself.

He Yufan was Zhou Guangtao's trusted subordinate, and their relationship within the circle was ambiguous. This friend felt it would be inappropriate for him to stay any longer.

Hoping not to cause more trouble, he patted Zhou Guangtao on the shoulder and said, "Guangtao, I'll leave first. I’ll wait for you on the yacht. Call me if anything happens."

Overwhelmed with guilt, frustration, and self-reproach, Zhou Guangtao's face alternated between red and pale as he listened to his friend speak. He nodded blankly in response; before leaving, the considerate friend closed their room door tightly.

Zhou Guangtao picked up the unconscious He Yufan from the floor. Her body was burning hot, her eyes were very hazy, and she murmured unintelligibly as if under some kind of drug-induced semi-conscious state.

He silently cursed Fang Jianghai in his heart, that old beast who deserved to die, then called out loudly: "Yufan, Yufan, wake up! Wake up!"

The person in his arms did not respond. Her body grew even hotter and she began breathing rapidly. Zhou Guangtao thought He Yufan must be thirsty and wanted to get her some water. But unexpectedly, she clung tightly around his waist with both hands and buried her face against him, rubbing her forehead against his chest without ceasing.

Zhou Guangtao sighed, thinking that it might be better to cool He Yufan down with cold water at this moment.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to pick up He Yufan. It wasn’t because she was too heavy, but because his hands were trembling.

Zhou Guangtao carried He Yufan into the bedroom and wet a towel in the bathroom to wipe her head, face, neck, hands, feet… just like that night when she had taken care of him after he got drunk, with great attention and patience.

Being wiped down with cold water did indeed quiet He Yufan for a moment. Her body stopped thrashing about, but as her sleepy eyes attempted to open, they soon drooped shut again from fatigue.

Zhou Guangtao let out a breath of relief and sat down beside her on the bed.

At this point, He Yufan lay there unconscious. Her striking face looked somewhat haggard with closed eyes, long eyelashes quivering slightly like delicate butterfly wings in the wind. Her disheveled hair was sprawled across a white pillow, and her clothes were torn; she was covered only by a thin blanket, looking fragile and pitiful.

Zhou Guangtao recalled how lively and charming she appeared; he remembered their默契配合 (mutual cooperation) at the dinner table and the way she had blinked flirtatiously; he thought of her vomiting profusely after drinking for him on a business deal; he imagined her lying beneath him, gasping with pleasure…

He closed his eyes in pain.

If not for what happened earlier, when He Yufan accepted Fang Jianghai’s invitation, he would have kindly stayed by her side to prevent her from taking such a risk alone. Such scenarios are all too common in social settings, which is why Fang Jianghai could act so boldly and freely.

He knew that He Yufan still harbored feelings for him, but he was afraid of nurturing these ambiguous emotions. He feared his concern would exacerbate such feelings, preferring to be heartless instead.

But he never expected this to happen.

Zhou Guangtao was filled with regret when He Yufan started to squirm again, her lips trembling slightly as she emitted a series of intermittent moans, high and low. It sounded particularly alluring in his ears.

It seemed that the cold water only temporarily relieved her; now, her previous heat had flared up once more.

Zhou Guangtao tried to rouse He Yufan from her state, patting her face and calling out, "Yufan, wake up! Wake up..."

As soon as He Yufan felt Zhou Guangtao's touch, she trembled all over. She clung to his arm like a child seeking warmth and then twisted her waist around him like a seductive snake, urgently groping at his body while randomly kissing everywhere.

"Yufan! Yufan!" Zhou Guangtao was blushing with embarrassment as he hurriedly tried to stop her actions.

But He Yufan struggled like she had gone mad. Her clothes, which had been somewhat disheveled by her own hands earlier, were now further exposed during this struggle, revealing half of her tender breasts and the entire pale expanse of her waist and abdomen in an enticing manner before Zhou Guangtao.

Zhou Guangtao stiffened all over. He forced himself to look away and pulled He Yufan's clothes back into place, then laid her down on the bed again while he went to get more cold water from the bathroom.

He Yufan continued twisting and moaning softly in a daze; she was like an automaton controlled by another force now, entirely without consciousness or control over her actions.

Zhou Guangtao used a wet towel to wipe Hou Yufan's face, and surprisingly, she opened her hazy eyes with moments of clarity. She looked around confusedly and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Guangtao, is that you..."

"It's me, Yufan, I'm here now, everything will be fine!" Zhou Guangtao, feeling heartache, held Hou Yufan close to him, wanting to comfort her.

But as soon as her body touched his, she reacted again with painful contortions. Sweat poured down from her forehead in beads, her face was flushed red and her hair tousled. She felt around aimlessly on his body.

"Yufan, Yufan, wake up, wake up..." Zhou Guangtao, seeing Hou Yufan's pained expression, anxiously called out to her while stroking her face.

Hou Yufan clearly wasn't satisfied with this kind of caress; she actually pulled Zhou Guangtao's hand towards her chest and made incoherent low moaning sounds from the depths of her throat.

Zhou Guangtao felt as if struck by lightning, even holding his breath. Her hand grabbed his, and his hand touched a soft patch of skin that seemed prepared for his affection.

Hou Yufan appeared to be in a frenzy; one hand tugging Zhou Guangtao's hand while the other arm wrapped around his neck. She kissed him fervently with an incredibly dexterous tongue, sucking greedily as if he were her elixir to relieve her pain.

Zhou Guangtao was no Mr. Lian Xuhui and certainly not a blockhead; being entwined by such a graceful and lithe body caused him to have the natural reaction of any man.

The scent of Hou Yufan he still found familiar, every inch of her body he had caressed before, this woman had given him the most soul-stirring moments in his life. Their mutual love and intimate embrace made an indelible mark on him for a lifetime. starting to rain.Sitting by the bed with a heavy heart, looking out at the increasingly intense rain, she suddenly wondered where Shao Junhe was. Why hadn't he come back for so long These days, he ha...