Jessica's pearl-like toes were all curled up together. The hot breath made her whole body tremble slightly. She had a bow and arrow on her back. She grabbed Lance's palm tightly with both hands, and then reached the limit for the third time. Each muscle was tightened to the extreme, so that it began to become sore. The afterglow that could not be dissipated for a long time was hovering in her brain.

After letting out a long breath of "huh", Jessica was soft and muddy, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. But the man still didn't finish. She straightened her body again and continued to move violently. The air was filled with delicate moans and moans, mixed with the charming wooden fragrance, surrounded Jessica tightly. She couldn't help but lift her hands and hugged the man's neck tightly, so that the two of them were closer and closer.

At this moment, Jessica was finally no longer confused, no longer empty, no longer contradictory. It seemed that all hesitation, all entanglement, all contradictions, all problems found the answer at this moment. The warm and hot embrace, the stimulating and exciting movements, and the fiery breathing that made her find her own belonging.

A rough groan finally came. Jessica only felt a powerful impact on her body. She closed her eyes and buried her head in the man's shoulders, allowing the hot and restless aura to completely swallow her, and then lost in this strange world full of dangers.

Lance turned over and left Jessica's graceful body, then sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bath towel on the nightstand and began to wipe the sweat off her body.

Jessica also turned over and put her hands on the man's waist. She used the softness of her palm to feel the strong and powerful waist muscles. The perfect lines of wide shoulders and narrow waist were clearly outlined under the projection of the moonlight, making Jessica unable to help but sigh. She just wanted to stay by this man for a longer time, and she wanted to feel his breath, his temperature, his breath, and then quietly enjoy the beauty of this moment.

Even in hell, she was willing to accept it.

However, Lance stood up straight, Jessica's hands had to let go and slid weakly on the soft sheets. Jessica looked at Lance's back in confusion, and then heard the low cello-like voice whispering, "You should leave." After that, Lance walked straight to the bathroom barefoot without looking back, no other words, no hesitation or nostalgia.

"But..." Jessica's words were stuck in her throat before she could even say them, and then she was only seen in the afterimage of Lance leaving quickly. In a blink of an eye, she was alone in the room, and the sound of the shower in the bathroom made this quietness extremely lonely and terrifying.

Things were changing too quickly, without even a sign of sign. Jessica looked at the empty gray carpet in disbelief, and the cold moonlight shone out the clothes scattered on the ground. Just ten seconds ago, she was still breathing in her ears with a rough and rapid voice, which made people drunk without alcohol; but now ten seconds later, she was cold and cruelly sentenced to death.

The verdict came so quickly that it was caught off guard and almost completely defeated all Jessica's defense and stayed in place.

She should stand up and teach him a lesson. She should point at his nose with confidence and curse her. She should vent her emotions in her heart with great pleasure and tell the man clearly that this is not the result she deserves. She should even go up and slap him twice, then leave with his head held high and his chest held high. It was not him that he asked her to leave, but that she chose to leave after taking advantage of him.

But, but... she had no way to cheer up. Looking at the clothes scattered all over the ground, it was like her fragmented self-esteem and shame swept over, making her unable to resist at all. Because, she knew better than anyone else - she knew from the beginning, didn't she?

From the first meeting between the two, she knew that this man was a demon, a bottomless abyss, and a flame hell. He was emitting dangerous messages all over his body. She kept warning herself not to cross the thunder pool and not to lose control, but even though she knew all this, she still fell into the trap and refused to turn herself into a flame without hesitation.

So, she shouldn't have been surprised by this result, right? Because the end of a moth to the flame is to embrace the flame with her tender wings and then turn into ashes.

The cold air swarmed in, causing the hot sweat beads on her skin to cool down in an instant, shivering one by one, even if she held her arms tightly with both hands, she could not stop it. She quickly sat up, walked out of bed, picked up her clothes one by one from the ground, put them on quickly, and finally ran away in panic.

After leaving the room, Jessica was almost panicked and ran to the elevator all the way, pressing the elevator floor in a hurry, then suddenly relaxed and slowly slid on the ground against the elevator wall. She didn't even want to cry, but just sat in a mess, losing herself in a daze.

My mind was completely messed up again.

Lance had been bathing a little longer. When he came out, he saw a messy bed and an empty room. You could even smell the smell of musk slowly drifting in the air. The heat that still did not dissipate was mixed with the breathing in his ears, precipitating little by little in the moonlight, and landed on the ground, silently.

Lance pulled down the sheets on the bed and threw them aside. Then he found a brand new set of sheets and quilt covers from the closet. After re-stacking, things were still not over. He turned around and boiled a pot of boiling water, and made himself a cup of coffee.

He came to the windowsill with coffee and quietly looked at the silence outside the window covered with snow. The hazy halo in the night added a bright color to the snowflakes floating in the air, like a natural oil painting. When he woke up from his dream, everything was quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.

He likes such moments, his own moments.

He doesn't like lying on the same bed/on others. To be more precise, he can't live in the same private space with others. Since the afternoon when he was twelve, he has no choice.

The memory of that afternoon seemed so blurry, but it seemed so clear. Frank, who had completely lost his mind because of alcoholism, and Fiona, who was unconscious due to excessive use of drugs, was in a mess. In his memory, he was left with Frank's face that was extremely angry and began to twist. Gao Wen fell in a pool of blood with a pale face. Ian hugged Frank's calf with all his strength and shouted at him, "Escape, run, Lance, run..."

Then all the pictures began to become fragmented. The bright sunshine in the afternoon, the hot and sticky air in summer, the hot and sticky heat waves on the ground, the reeds swaying in the strong wind, Frank roared angrily like a beast, and the cool water vapor coming to his face... The roar of "I want to kill you! I want to kill you!" kept echoing in his ears, causing all directions in front of him to lose focus.

Trivial fragments cannot be pieced together at all, so clear, but so vague.

He only remembered that he was trembling in a corner, his hands were covered with blood for some reason. The sticky and warm touch made him disgusted. He panickedly wanted to wipe his hands clean, but he could not wash the blood clean. The bright light from all directions forced him into the corner, with nowhere to escape. His legs were soft and he couldn't stand up, so he could only fall on the ground and looked around in a daze.

When the memory came back again, he saw the figure appearing in front of him. He ran back with fear and tried hard to escape, but he forgot that he hid in a corner, with walls on three sides and had nowhere to escape. This made him start pounding the wall in despair, but the despair of the trapped beasts still fighting defeated all his defenses.

"Lance, it's me, Lance...I'm Theo, Lance, I'm Theo." The anxious and trembling voice came over, and the familiar warmth made him slowly settle down. "Lance, Frank is dead, he is dead, really, I mean it. We are all safe, we are all safe, Lance, no one will hurt you again, and no one will hurt us again..."

The trembling voice made his emotions that were tense to the extreme slowly relaxed, and then his hands relaxed and he directly escaped into the endless darkness.

After waking up again, the world seemed to be different. Since then, he has no way to trust others easily, and has no way to be in a narrow private space with strangers, especially at night, when he refuses such moments. When the world is sleeping, he is the only one who is awake and in a private space that belongs only to him, which makes him feel safe.

Lance drank half of the coffee in his hand, then put it on the bedside table, then climbed onto the bed again, pulled the quilt up, let out a long breath, his whole body tensed to the extreme before he relaxed, and then fell asleep in a drowsy manner.
Chapter completed!