books44 Chapter 220 [Empire] Waving back is enough. It is decent enough.
Chapter 220 [Empire] Waving back is enough. It is decent enough.
My hands gripped his shoulders tightly like iron pliers, my fingers digging into his skin with such force that it seemed as if I would leave a permanent mark on him. My body pressed tightly against his, as if to merge him with me, forever inseparable.
My kiss was extremely wild, like a storm that violently attacked his lips. My lips rubbed his madly, and my teeth occasionally accidentally touched his lips, which seemed to break, and I tasted the rust of blood.
I began to "bully" him further, grabbing his collar with both hands and pulling it hard. Several buttons fell off, revealing his white neck and delicate collarbone. My eyes burned with a fiery flame, as if to devour him.
I laughed, a hoarse laugh. I didn't know why.
My kisses rained down again like a violent storm, moving from his lips to his neck, biting hard, leaving deep and light red marks. My breathing was rapid and erratic, and my heartbeat was like a drum in the silent night. His body trembled slightly under my "bullying", but he still didn't resist, just gently closing his eyes and letting me do whatever I wanted.
I put one arm around his waist, holding him close to me, while my other hand was fiddling with his back. My movements were rough and hard, without any gentleness at all.
His performance was a canvas of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was indeed cooperative with my frenzied actions. As my hands roamed freely over his body, his body trembled slightly, but he offered no resistance. That slight tremor seemed to echo his deepest emotions. It was as if he was silently enduring the pain of separation, yet at the same time longing, through this intense contact, to imprint our emotions deeply upon each other's souls.
My kisses fell on his skin like a violent storm. His neck, cheeks, lips, every part of him was covered by my passion. He closed his eyes slightly and let my emotions flow out on him, as if at this moment of parting, he also wanted to use this ultimate way to remember our love.
Yet, on the other hand, he wasn't completely submissive. A hint of stubbornness gleamed in his eyes like a star in the dark night, gleaming with an unyielding light. Occasionally, he would gently twist his body, trying to break free from my grasp, those subtle movements seeming to express his inner struggle. He didn't want to be completely controlled by me; in this situation, he also longed to retain a certain dignity and initiative. He raised his head slightly, his gaze filled with a challenge and a desire for control. His lips parted slightly, as if on the verge of saying something, but in my frenzy, those words were drowned out by the endless torrent.
When he tried to take the lead, I immediately met him with even more brutal control. I smiled faintly, my eyebrows raised, but my hands moved without pause. I gripped his wrists tightly, a force that seemed to crush his bones. My fingers dug deep into his skin, leaving white marks. I lifted his hands above his head and pressed them against the wall. The solid wall collided with his back with a dull thud. My body pressed tightly against his, leaving no gap, as if to merge him into mine. My strength declared my possessiveness to him. I didn't want him to have any chance of resistance. In this moment of parting, I wanted him to be completely mine.
This is similar to how those orc females react to these things, I think?
Under my pressure, his breathing became increasingly rapid and disordered. His chest rose and fell violently, and each breath was filled with deep longing and helplessness.
His heartbeat echoed like thunder in the silent night, its powerful rhythm the drumbeat of his inner emotions. His eyes held both repressed resentment and a response to me. A complex glint flickered in his gaze: anger, longing, helplessness, and deep love. His lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth, as if protesting my dominance, yet also inadvertently revealing a seductive charm.
That night, I was drunk.
I use this intense approach to cover up my inner fragility.
Amidst this chaotic tangle of emotions, my actions felt like an outlet, yet I felt completely lost inside. I didn't know how to face the impending separation, and this feeling of powerlessness drove me to a state of near madness. I couldn't help but want to hurt, as if only this could alleviate the pain within me.
Just as this impulse was uncontrollable, I actually bit down. My teeth sank deep into his skin, and at that moment, I could feel his body tremble violently. I heard him take a slight breath.
But he still didn't resist, just quietly endured my hurt. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
My mouth was filled with his breath, a familiar yet unfamiliar taste. I wanted to open my mouth, but found myself as if bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and we just stood there in a stalemate. My tears kept flowing down and dripping onto his body.
Only, only this time... is this a farewell? I laughed bitterly in my heart.
Our two lines that once intersected now seem to have come to an end.
I fell silent, and the air around me seemed to freeze. The man before me, the one who had once been so familiar to me, now seemed a stranger.
He stood there quietly, looking the same. His eyes were still filled with tenderness and longing, his face still handsome and gentle. But for some reason, he seemed so unfamiliar to me.
However, I knew in my heart that nothing had changed about him.
It was me, it was me who widened the distance in our hearts at this moment of parting.
It was as if he was that stranger.
Ridiculous self-hypnosis.
But it works. I'm used to it.
In the quiet night, we were silent to each other. The distance between us seemed to be getting farther and farther.
He seemed to have keenly noticed something different about me. My silence, my aloofness, and the strangeness hidden deep in my eyes, none of them escaped his notice.
His eyes locked onto mine, as if he was trying to find the answer from my face, because he too fell silent. However, he ultimately didn't ask anything.
Maybe he was thinking, maybe he was reminiscing, maybe...
However, in the end, he chose to remain silent and chose to face the changes between us in this way.
In this silent atmosphere, I suddenly felt my inner fragility, which surged over me like a tide, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I silently took out the glowing plant energy. It lay quietly in my palm, emitting a soft light. This plant energy was a memorial of love, a token of love for someone who never got to say goodbye.
I gently stroked this plant energy, feeling its warmth and light.
When the people around me saw me take out the glowing plant energy, they naturally had suspicions. Their eyes flickered between me and the plant energy, revealing a complex mix of emotions. And he, after seeing this, grew even more dejected.
The pain and confusion in his eyes were now even deeper.
He lowered his head slightly, avoiding my gaze. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress his inner emotions. His hands were clenched into fists.
I felt funny inside, and now the pain has shifted again.
We all know that we cannot escape the impending separation. We must bravely face the reality and embrace our respective futures.
I patted his shoulder gently, with very little force in my hand, as if it was just an unintentional touch.
After the photo was taken, I stopped talking and turned my back slowly, very slowly.
Now, there's no longer any complex relationship between us. The love, attachment, conflict, and struggle we once held are all blown away in this moment. We are just two individuals, nothing more. Two individuals about to embark on different journeys, each with their own destiny and future.
An inexplicable melancholy welled up in my heart. I knew that this turn might be forever. No, there was no possibility, it was forever.
There are so many things like this. To the point that when I say goodbye to someone, I never look back. There's no need to say goodbye face to face; just waving with my back to them is enough. It's decent enough.