Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue was never a sound sleeper. In her half-awake state, she felt something hard pressing against her peach-shaped buttocks, which became increasingly irritating and uncomfortable. "What is that? I hate it!"

With his eyes closed, he kicked his feet wildly.

With a muffled groan from a male, the drowsy girl instantly felt her hair stand on end, all sleepiness vanished, and she opened her eyes to meet Hong Jin's restrained gaze.

"Are you trying to murder your husband?" He endured the discomfort and pulled the person back into his arms. "It's not even seven o'clock yet, sleep a little longer!"

Yao Gongyue couldn't sleep at all, and climbed out of the man's arms again. "You, why are you still here? You didn't leave last night?"

Hong Jin looked at her flushed face and grinned mischievously, "I wanted to leave too. Which little vixen kept snuggling into my arms and wouldn't let go?"

Yao Gongyue desperately tried to recall what happened last night, but she had no recollection of it at all. She retorted in a cute but fierce tone, "You're lying! I didn't do it!"

The man pursed his lips and remained silent, lying on his back facing the ceiling. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to look for a lighter, the cigarette was taken out of his mouth.

"No smoking here, it stinks! Get out!" With that, she threw back the covers and began pushing the man off the bed with her slender, white hands. When he didn't budge, she added her feet. "Get out of here!"

"Yuebao!" Hong Jin grabbed Yao Gongyue's ankle, pulled her to his side, and rolled over on top of her. "Baby!"

His breathing grew heavier, his dark, handsome eyes grew increasingly deep, and his large, burning hands caressed her skin, kissing her eyes, her delicate nose, her pink cheeks, her swan-like neck, moving further and further down, becoming increasingly out of control.

Yao Gongyue knew what he wanted to do. This kind of probing had happened more than once or twice in the past few months. She turned her face away and pushed against the man's chest with her small hands. "Hong Jin, what exactly do you want to do? When will this end?"

They used to kiss often. To be honest, Yao Gongyue didn't reject him, but she didn't want to go any further. She felt that kind of thing could only be done with her husband.

"Yuebao, give it to me, okay? I'll take responsibility!" The man's movements gradually became impatient, the thin suspenders were torn and deformed, and the soft, undulating flesh had nowhere to escape in his dry, large hands.

"Baby, baby." Hong Jin seemed to be possessed, and his appearance was terrifying. Yao Gongyue felt like she was about to be eaten up by him.

"Hong Jin, please don't do this, please..." She was a little scared, her voice trembling.

"Don't be afraid, baby, I'll go slower!" He was already covered in sweat, with veins bulging on his forehead and a crimson hue creeping into his eyes.

"No, no, I don't want to!" Yao Gongyue finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to sob softly, "I'm scared, Hong Jin, you, you, you mustn't hurt me!"

At this moment, Young Master Hong was consumed by lust and couldn't hear her crying at all. He only wanted to coax her to relax so that he could do whatever he wanted to her.

"Hong, Hong Jin!" Yao Gongyue's fingers almost dug into the man's flesh with nervousness. "Ah Jin, Brother Jin, you stinky pig~" Her voice was sweet and childish, full of twists and turns, seemingly angry and resentful, as she patted the man's shoulder. "You bully me, all you know how to do is bully me..."

Completely overwhelmed by the man, she simply hugged his head and whine in his ear, "Waaah, if you keep doing this, I'm really going to ignore you... Waaah, how can you bully someone like this..."

Hong Jin couldn't resist her seductive coquettishness at all. He took a few deep breaths, suppressing his heat, and raised his mischievous hand to hug her trembling shoulders back. "How have I bullied you, hmm? You haven't let me touch you for a year, and you're always causing trouble. Who's bullying whom here?"

He rolled over and pulled her onto his lap, wiping away the two clear tears she had struggled to squeeze out with his long fingers. "Yuebao, you can be angry with me, fine, but finding other men to annoy me and threatening to break up is just being tactless, understand?"

Yao Gongyue's bright eyes were stubborn as she glared at him and muttered, "Didn't you say we should break up?"

Hong Jin knew he was in the wrong, so he nuzzled his head against her fair neck, his voice tender and affectionate, "I was wrong, baby, I'm a jerk."

He was like an addict, deeply seducing the fragrance emanating from her flesh. "I promise, I'll never say those things again. Forgive me, okay?"

After waiting for a while without her response, a cool drop of water suddenly hit his handsome face. He looked up abruptly, cupped her tear-streaked face in his large hands, and asked with heartache, "Baby, are you upset?"

Yao Gongyue pursed her lips, remaining silent, her large eyes fixed on him, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls, pounding against the ground. The man felt as if his heart was being torn apart, his mind in turmoil.

"Baby, if you're upset, come to me. Don't cry, you'll hurt your eyes!"

Although he used to have a mischievous habit of teasing her to tears, he would feel sorry for her and quickly comfort her when she actually cried. This was the first time he had ever seen her so aggrieved.

"What happened?" He tenderly pulled her into his arms, kissing her long eyelashes, his heart heavy with unresolved sorrow.

"How can you do this? You break up with me whenever you want, then regret it and come back to coax me. Am I that cheap? To be molded and manipulated by you, to be taken when you want and discarded when you don't?"

She became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, her clear, beautiful eyes gazing at the man with a resentful look. "You're right, you, Young Master Hong, are dashing and charming, but it's not like you can't live without me. So what are you doing here now? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Even when she was angry, her voice was still sweet and soft, sending chills down one's spine. Hong Jin lost all his temper and his heart melted. He pulled her into his arms and asked, "Then tell me, how can I make you feel better?"

Yao Gongyue wiped away her tears and stepped out of the man's arms. "We've broken up, that's it. Do you think I can't live without you? I've returned all your things. Please don't come looking for me again!"

Hong Jin felt as if a hand had ripped open his chest, pinching his heart and tearing it apart piece by piece, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and his internal organs to ache faintly.

"Yuebao!" He forcefully pulled her back. "This isn't the first time we've argued, nor is it the first time we've threatened to break up. I admit, I spoke without thinking this time, but, but, does it really have to come to the point of a real breakup?"

He tightened his grip on her waist. "Baby, from the day we started dating, I never thought about separating. I already told my grandfather when I went home this time. When you have your vacation, I'll take you to Japan to meet my grandfather and relatives. We'll get married, okay?"

Yao Gongyue was shocked to hear him say such a thing. She stared at the man in disbelief, "Marry? Who, who wants to marry you?"

Hong Jinmo's eyes grew even more sinister as he stared blankly at Yao Gongyue. "You never thought about marrying me? Were all those things you said before just lies? Were you just making fun of me?"

The girl, her heart in turmoil, trembled slightly as she looked at the man opposite her with a puzzled expression. "I agreed to date you, but I didn't agree to marry you!"

Hong Jin was so angry at her twisted logic that he laughed in exasperation, "Isn't the point of dating to get married?"

Yao Gongyue also gave a cold laugh, "So, according to this logic, Young Master Hong has had so many girlfriends, does that mean he has to marry them all? Do you think you're some kind of prince from ancient times, wanting to build a harem?"

Hong Jin was speechless for a long time, her face turning red and her neck bulging with veins as thick as chopsticks. After a while, she finally clenched her fists and said, "It's different. You're different from them!"