Chapter 1165: Chapter 359
Chapter 359
Right at that moment, Li Yan’s phone started ringing in an insanely cliché way.
Since Li Yan himself hadn’t taken his clothes off, the phone was happily buzzing away in his pants pocket.
Hearing the ringtone, Yue Yao couldn’t help giving a bitter little smile. Li Yan had skipped work for a whole day without saying a word; the company or his friends might very well be trying to reach him. And Zheng Yixuan knew about him being in a coma, maybe Guan Ziyi and the others knew too, but not the details, so they might call to ask; Hai Fu had only gotten a text yesterday and hadn’t actually seen him wake up. As for Li Jie, Huang Ying, Qiao Huanxuan and the others, they might not even know he’d come to yet. Even Zhang Tianyi might call to check in. And then there was Zhang Yurong at work, worried about whether he’d gone to the hospital for tests... she might also call...
With so many people who could be calling Li Yan, the two of them had been sitting here all morning, plus he’d received visitors before, and no one had called. Now one finally came through; she really couldn’t blame the author for "interrupting the good stuff."
What Yue Yao didn’t expect was that the ringtone didn’t wake Li Yan up at all; instead, it just made him more agitated. He yanked the phone out, didn’t even look at who was calling, hung up on the spot, then tossed the phone aside!
Since she couldn’t see what he did behind her, when Li Yan let go of her she’d already pushed herself up with her hands. And after he threw the phone away, he immediately pressed her back down onto the table.
The way Yue Yao looked at this moment wildly provoked the beast blood in Li Yan, driving him to a full boil; he was on the verge of not being able to stand it anymore. Even in this semi-unconscious state, his behavioral habits were still there. So he started groping around in his pockets, on the table, even inside Yue Yao’s clothes, searching for a condom.
Phones these days are all pretty sturdy; just tossing it like that wasn’t enough to kill it. And in his agitated state, Li Yan had only hung up, not had the patience to power it off. So it started ringing again, and whoever was calling seemed to have a lot of patience.
Feeling Li Yan’s movements, Yue Yao propped herself up on her elbows and twisted to try to look at him. From what he was doing, she more or less guessed what he was looking for. In a faint voice she said, "It’s me. You can relax. You don’t need to worry about me getting pregnant..."
Just from the two most common nicknames for condoms, you can tell the main role they play between men and women: one is safety protection, the other is birth control. Convenience, cleanliness and so on are all side benefits. Safety is mainly an issue with strangers; if it’s someone you know—girlfriend, wife, lover, sex partner—when you know each other’s situation, you don’t worry as much. Birth control is what unmarried women or women not planning to have kids care about; this is a hell of a lot easier than dealing with an unwanted pregnancy or taking morning‑after pills with side effects.
The fact that Li Yan could still remember to use a condom even in such a nearly unconscious state made Yue Yao sigh inside. It showed that he’d definitely run into similar situations before, and that he’d been venting on unfamiliar women. But she didn’t mind. She’d always known about his situation: he was under heavy pressure, physically strong, and didn’t have a steady girlfriend—just a normal young man like any other Assassin, who didn’t really abstain from booze or women.
Only, she had overlooked one thing!
From the moment Li Yan started losing his reason and began ravaging her, she had silently endured and cooperated, without shouting or resisting. Strictly speaking, she hadn’t said a single word the whole time. So she had no idea how much of an impact her words—her voice—would have on Li Yan!
He couldn’t find the condom, the phone was still blaring away, and Li Yan became even more irritated, on the verge of throwing all caution to the wind and just going in. But Yue Yao’s words were like a clear spring, like celestial music descending from the sky, pouring straight into his heart, and in an instant his mind went utterly blank and clear.
Still twisted around to look back at him, Yue Yao saw Li Yan’s eyes on her—those strange, terrifying eyes. The aggression in them had faded a notch, replaced by a hint of doubt and confusion. She greeted him with her usual gentle smile and said softly, "You know I’ve never been with any man, so you don’t have to worry about my body. And you can’t find that thing right now; I won’t just get pregnant right away either, so you can first..."
At this point a blush rose to her cheeks. Even though Li Yan had lost his reason, actually inviting him out loud like this still filled her with waves of shyness. What was the right wording? "You can go ahead"? "You can do it first"? "You can fuck me first"? Or "you can first..."
If what she’d said just now was like a clear spring or heavenly music that washed Li Yan’s mind clean, then what she was about to continue saying hit him like a tidal wave, like a crashing thunderclap, shocking him into complete, instant sobriety!
"Yue... Yue Yao?!"
Li Yan snapped awake, and was immediately horrified by what he saw before his eyes. Dear god, what kind of situation was this?!
Yue Yao’s clothes were disheveled and torn, her whole body pinned down on the table... She looked exactly like a woman being raped, being humiliated!
And the only other person out here on the balcony with her... was him!
Did this even need saying? The one who was about to, who was in the middle of raping and humiliating Yue Yao—wasn’t that him? In fact, if it wasn’t him, who else could’ve gotten this far? With Yue Yao’s skills, any man with such intentions would’ve been crippled first. Even if someone stronger came along, she’d choose to go down with him rather than submit like this.
"Yue Yao... you... I..."
Yue Yao was still looking at Li Yan. She saw him jolt in shock, then his gaze roamed all over her body, making her feel both ashamed and strangely excited. When his eyes returned to hers, she could already see the difference. The strangeness and terror were gone; instead she saw the familiar look in his eyes—along with tenderness and guilt.
This time wasn’t like that time long ago. Back then, they’d been lying under the same blanket, she’d been telling Yurong stories about sex, and she’d felt her chances with Li Yan were slim to none. So she hardened her heart and decided to give herself to him that way, to fulfill a long‑held wish. Aside from the environment being different, at least that time there was the cover of night, and she’d been facing away so she didn’t have to see.
But today it was broad daylight, and they were on the balcony! She’d had no scruples earlier because Li Yan had lost his consciousness. Now it was different. Faced with the familiar Li Yan, she panicked a little, quickly turned her head away, lay flat on the table, buried her face in her arms, completely at a loss.
Li Yan was just as lost. Beyond the embarrassment, it also made him recall what had happened earlier. Compared to before, he’d made huge progress this time; for the first time he’d recalled those days in full. Afterwards, although he lost control, just hearing Yue Yao’s voice was enough to calm him down immediately. That was already pretty good.
Once he figured out what was going on, he was moved by Yue Yao’s sacrifice and devotion, and at the same time broke out in a cold sweat. He had almost, in this utterly emotionless, unconscious state, pinned Yue Yao down on this balcony. Even for someone like Yue Yao, who was wholly devoted to him, even if she somehow didn’t end up with psychological trauma, that would still be an irreparable regret!
Birthdays, Valentine’s Day, any other occasion—those you can make up for, you can always have another chance. But a girl’s first time comes only once. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. It’s not like you can get surgery and redo it. Even if medical tech gets so advanced it can "repair" that thing, the mentality, the feelings—you can never truly restore those.
Still, Li Yan didn’t let himself sink too deep into self‑reproach. One, because he had been in a state of losing control and hadn’t meant to; and two, because he believed he would be with Yue Yao sooner or later—this time it was just the wrong way.
Seeing her turn away so he couldn’t see her face, knowing she was shy and embarrassed, Li Yan didn’t dwell on it. What he needed to think about now was how to clean up this mess.
Given the current situation, even though his mind had cleared up, Yue Yao’s posture was still incredibly seductive, and the physical stimulation to him was still very intense.
He quickly started gathering up the torn pieces of clothing scattered on the floor and the table, piling them over Yue Yao’s back. Among the shredded fabric he saw a scar just below her shoulder blade—the one she’d gotten blocking Roca’s Rose Eve bullet for him. He couldn’t help bending down to press a light kiss on that scar.
While he was busying himself, Yue Yao stayed lying on the table without saying a word. She knew herself that this posture was actually very shameful. But what else could she do at this point? Stand up, straighten her torn clothes, and smile at Li Yan?
When Li Yan’s fingers brushed over the scar on her back, she felt a little tingle. His light kiss made a wave of weakness run down her back, from her shoulders along her spine all the way up to her neck... (To be continued. To find out what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters, support the author, support legal reading!)
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