Enduring the Pain of Restraint

Lucky's breathing grew heavier, his hot breath brushing against her ear like an electric current—tingling and numbing.

At this moment, Lily Evans could clearly feel Lucky's most primal instincts, so unabashedly close to her skin.

What do I do, what do I do... Lily's mind was a tangled mess. Despite being a maiden in both her lives, she was a giant in theory but clueless in practice—she had no idea how to handle this!

Lucky leaned down, gazing at his blushing, flustered little wife beneath him. The corner of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes bright and pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Lily stared blankly at Lucky, thinking, I'm a blank slate, and so is Lucky—how are we supposed to figure this out?

Just as Lily's thoughts were running wild, she suddenly heard a ripping sound, and felt a chill on her body.

Lucky pouted, holding a scrap of cloth he'd torn from Lily's clothes, muttering, "These pesky clothes are so uncomfortable, they're driving me crazy..."

Lily looked down—oh my, spring was bursting forth! She hurried to cover herself, but her hands were tangled in the quilt, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get them out.

Lucky tossed aside the cloth, leaned down, his bright eyes fixed on Lily, his body growing even hotter.

"Wife, why are you hiding two buns on you? Did you know I'd be hungry tonight?" Lucky squinted, licking his lips, grinning like a sly fox.

Lily's mind buzzed, and she struggled, twisting away: "Lucky, you're not allowed to look! Close your eyes!"

But with her struggle, the already torn clothes slipped off completely, leaving her even more exposed.

"Be good, Lucky..." Lily's voice was hoarse and trembling.

But the usually obedient Lucky was acting totally out of character tonight.

"Wife, I'm hungry..."

The buns couldn't be saved...!

Lily struggled, letting out a soft gasp from her throat. Tangled together under the quilt, the two rolled from one end of the bed to the other. After a bout of twisting and turning, Lucky had shredded all of Lily's 'pesky, troublesome' clothes into pieces.

Lily's face was flushed, her mind a blur, dizzy and disoriented. Yet her body felt as if some switch had been flipped, a desire rising from deep within, wishing for this feeling to become stronger, more intense.

His scorching heat pressed against her softness, ripples shimmering, the sound echoing like the trumpets of a siege—yet it snapped Lily's mind back to clarity.

After falling into the water, her constitution was still weak and hadn't fully recovered. She couldn't get pregnant yet—if she did by accident, not only would the baby be lost, but she herself might not survive.

"Lucky, no, not now..." Lily frantically pushed at Lucky, but no matter how many times she tried, he wouldn't budge.

Lucky lifted his head, eyes tinged with restrained red. He dropped gentle kisses along Lily's lips and softly said, "I know it can't be now... Otherwise, I wouldn't be holding back like this, suffering so much... Wife, I'd never hurt you, never..."

Lucky only kissed her tenderly, not missing a single spot, fighting to hold himself back. Under the dim lamp, Lily could see it clearly—his struggle to restrain himself made her heart ache.

No wonder Cynthia Wu said she couldn't bear to see Mark Hunter suffer—now Lily understood. It was true, she really couldn't bear it.

He knew how to cherish her, holding back for her sake; and she, too, pitied his suffering, her heart aching for him.