Eight years of longing finally came true

"This area is open to tourists for sightseeing and recreation, while the area behind is a flower-picking experience area, which is also where we usually harvest our produce." He pointed to the seemingly endless garden behind them.

Yin Zhenzhu looked around; the garden's integration and planning were perfect. There was also a flower seedling greenhouse to the left rear, combined with a guesthouse, allowing visitors to experience the currently popular rural lifestyle.

"This must have taken a lot of effort and time to organize."

An Kewei's lips parted slightly, then closed again, only giving a soft reply before taking her hand and leading her to other areas.

He led her through the garden, explaining the flowers and plants in detail, and how he planned and implemented organic cultivation.

She learned a great deal throughout the afternoon, finally understanding why Yin Zhenxi wanted to cooperate with the manor to obtain the proprietary technology for whitening essential oils.

During this time, they never let go of each other's hands until they returned to the red brick house, where he reluctantly released her large hand.

"Are you thirsty? I'll go in and make you a cup of apple tea." He stood in front of the stone steps, his tone low and gentle.

"Okay." After walking around like this, she did feel thirsty.

He smiled slightly at her and went inside to prepare tea and snacks.

The red brick house nestled among apple trees, and a gentle breeze was blowing,

causing petals to flutter down. For the past few days, whenever she looked up, Yin Zhenzhu saw this scene—so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful.

Finally, she simply sat down under an apple tree, watching the petals dance in the air. Perhaps it was too comfortable, for she unconsciously leaned against the tree and dozed off.

For a long, long time, she hadn't felt so relaxed and at ease.

Ankewei, carrying a tray with the morning's baked snacks and freshly brewed iced apple tea, came out of the house and saw her curled up asleep in the distance.

He didn't wake her, placed the tray on the outdoor table, went back inside, took a light blanket, returned to her side, gently covered her with the blanket, and then sat down silently, a doting smile on his face, his eyes burning with affection as he gazed at her sleeping face.

After a while, she tilted her body, her head resting on his shoulder. He generously offered it, even reaching out to pull her into his arms.

Apple blossoms danced in the air, adding to the quiet and touching atmosphere.

The early summer afternoon was as beautiful as a painting.

Yoon Jin-joo woke up to find herself sleeping on a soft bed, her face instantly flushing.

It seemed she had slept too soundly; An Ke-wei had carried her in from outside.

She sat up in the dark, vaguely hearing the sound of rain outside the window.

To be honest, she didn't really like rainy days, because heavy rain brought her a sense of separation and sadness. She

remembered the day her parents had their car accident, it was raining; the day they parted was also drizzling; even after she arrived in South Korea, rainy days made her miss him even more… Rainy days, for her, also carried a salty taste.

She rubbed her stomach, got out of bed to turn on the light, but found the switch malfunctioning. She had no choice but to feel her way along the wall, relying on her sense of touch to leave the room.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she pursed her lips, suppressing her fear of the darkness, the sound of rain, and the occasional flash of lightning across the window.

"Kev...Kev?" she called softly like a kitten, slowly descending the stairs. The living room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Apart from the wind and rain, no one answered her.

Looking closer, she noticed the front door was open. It was pitch black outside, and the rain was getting louder, making her uneasy.

In all her years in South Korea, no matter how heavy the wind and rain, she had never felt such a chill run down her spine as she did tonight.

"Kev, are you there?" her voice rose slightly.

These past few days, no matter when she opened her eyes, she would always see Ankevi downstairs, but tonight seemed different.

She had only taken a nap, so why was he gone when she woke up?

Did the people she cared about always leave on rainy days?

As if a shadow had instantly expanded in her heart, unease immediately enveloped her.

"Ankevi! You're kidding me, are you there? Are you really not here? Why aren't the lights on?" she muttered to herself, feeling her way along the wall as she walked towards the entrance.

Reaching the front door, she slipped on her slippers and stood on the stone steps under the eaves.

It was pitch black again. No matter how she called Ankevi's name, only the sound of rain answered her, sending a chill down her spine.

The sound of the rain seemed to stir up memories of the past, making her uneasy and restless.

Finally, she simply rushed into the downpour.

This heavy rain came so suddenly, just like the rain eight years ago, as if it were about to take away the person closest to her again… "Kevi…"

Why had he suddenly disappeared? Why was it so dark inside?

The rain quickly soaked her clothes, making her look like a drowned rat.

She walked along the path, tripping over uneven pebbles and injuring both knees.

She fell and got up again, but she couldn't see the path ahead.

"Waaah..."

She felt wet and cold, and at the same time, she recalled the heartbreaking pain of the past.

The pain of losing her parents and the helplessness of leaving Ankewei washed over her like a tidal wave.

Just when she thought she was about to drown, a tall, slender figure appeared in the pouring rain, running towards her.

"Zhenzhu?" Ankewei reached her side and held the umbrella over her head. "Why did you run out?" "Waaah..." Yin Zhenzhu was so scared that she kept sobbing, her tears mingling with the rain, her eyes red and swollen. "You bad guy...where did you run off to? I couldn't find you...I couldn't find you..." He picked her up around the waist, abandoning the umbrella, and got soaked with her.

The moment she touched his embrace, it was as if a taut string had snapped at the last moment. She lost her mind, and her tears finally broke free.

The strength she had pretended to have for the past few years was washed away by the heavy rain.

Ankewei's large hands gently stroked her head, his fingers occasionally brushing her long hair.

Yin Zhenzhu cried for a long time, finally regaining some composure. In the dim candlelight, her cheeks were as pink as newly opened cherry blossoms.

He prepared hot drinks for her and brought a towel to dry her body, but her small hands never let go of his clothes.

The door was closed, blocking out the wind and rain. The room was no longer dark; the candlelight flickered, emitting a faint fragrance that slowly calmed her long-suppressed emotions.

It turned out that burying emotions deep in one's heart didn't mean letting go. Once she met the right person at the right time, those deep-seated regrets would overflow.

Like now, what she cared about most was his departure years ago. This time, it seemed she wanted to make amends; she clutched his clothes tightly, unwilling to let go.

He let her be, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere else, but would stay by her side. That was the promise he had made to her—he would stay by her side forever, never leaving her.

"Where did you go?" After a long pause, she finally asked the question.

"The power went out, the fuse must have blown. I went to borrow tools from my brother-in-law to fix it myself," Ankewei said gently. "I'm sorry, I saw you were still asleep. I thought it would be okay since I was only gone for a few minutes. I'll make you dinner when I get back." Yin Zhenzhu pouted, looking up. "Don't just leave without a word again, it scares me." He smiled slightly and ruffled her hair. "I've never left you willingly, have you forgotten? I've been waiting for you, waiting for you to come back." It was as if a thunderbolt had struck her heart. At this moment, the words "earth-shattering" couldn't describe how excited she was. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ankewei stared at her intently, wiping away her tears with his fingers.

He didn't say anything to comfort her or tell her not to cry, because he knew perfectly well that her tears were a silent expression of longing for him, a longing that couldn't be described in words.

Did she have feelings for him?

He didn't need to ask; her blushing escape after their reunion eight years later was enough proof of her guilt.

That guilt stemmed from the contradiction of still having feelings for him, yet being afraid to see him.

He understood her, and remained so to this day.

Their eyes met, seeing only each other, like lovers separated for too long, their longing transformed into an endless yearning.

Words were superfluous; simply looking at each other, touching each other, was a great luxury.

When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss her pink lips, as if wanting to prove she was real, not just a dream.

Her lips were slightly icy until his tongue slipped into her mouth, feeling a warmth from her body and the long-awaited sweetness.

Yin Zhenzhu stared at him, stunned, her small hands tightly gripping his clothes, knowing that if she didn't push him away, it would likely lead to another entanglement… So be it! she thought stubbornly.

At this moment, she no longer wanted to pretend to be strong. She longed to return to his embrace, to possess his chest, and to hear his heartbeat.

So, she slowly closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly, and her pink, delicate tongue passionately intertwined with his.

Receiving her response, Ankewei no longer held back, his movements rapid and domineering. His tongue swirled and churned within her mouth, ravaging her lips and tongue, drawing out her sweet nectar.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly; the man before her breathed warmly, like a gentle breeze, making her feel at ease.

He gazed at her; her eyes were hazy and unfocused, her cheeks radiant.

Honestly, he had seen countless beautiful sights, but the image of this little woman before him was forever etched in his mind, her name etched in his heart.

He had fantasized countless nights about how tender he would be when he could hold her and kiss her again.

His embrace was a mixture of possessiveness and desire; his kisses deepened, his warm hands silently slipping inside her damp clothes that clung to her delicate body.

Eight years had passed; she had matured, her figure even more alluring. He removed her soaked top, his eyes lighting up as he gazed at her soft, pink skin.

At the same moment, it was as if the shackles they had long carried had been removed, no longer bound by morality or hardship.

That night, they only wanted to truly embrace each other.

Eight years of hidden longing finally erupted.

Chapter Four:

Ankewei lowered his head, unable to resist kissing her neck, then moved to her chest. His large hands flicked open the metal clasps covering her breasts, instantly exposing her small, soft bosom to the air, her nipples a delicate pink, like budding flowers.

Yin Zhenzhu's body trembled slightly. For so many years, she had been very innocent; only he had ever touched her body, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched by him. But when his lips slid across her neck, instinctively, that long-forgotten memory was awakened.

His kisses were long and delicate, like kissing a priceless treasure. His warm breath sprayed onto the nape of her neck, letting her feel his passion.

The skin brushed by his lips and tongue glistened slightly with moisture. She was so close to him, she could smell his scent—a faint mint fragrance mixed with shampoo—which made her feel very at ease.

His large hands gently cupped the area below her breasts, kneading her soft flesh, his thumb lightly pressing and teasing her nipples.

"Mmm…uh…" Yin Zhenzhu groaned softly, her sensitive nipples hardening.

His lips moved to her chest, and without thinking, he took her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and teasing it, circling the areola, occasionally nibbling with his teeth.

"Kev..." she whispered his name.

At this moment, the man was no longer just a figure in her dream, but a real person holding her, greedily savoring her most sensitive spots. His movements were gentle, yet possessive and domineering, tasting her left side, then her right.

It was like the taste of first love, so sweet it intoxicated her. Unconsciously, she felt a subtle sensation between her legs, writhing restlessly.

It was an instinctive, passionate feeling; he had successfully aroused her, and her juices were slowly flowing out.

Ankevi seemed to understand her needs, quickly unbuttoning her jeans, pulling down the zipper, and pulling them down. The low-cut lace revealed a pair of long, evenly white legs, causing him to gasp.

She was so beautiful it made him dizzy, just like their first time together, their first time, only to discover how perfectly compatible they were afterward.

Even now, her body was like a beautiful piece of jade, captivating his gaze.

"Kevi, I..." Yin Zhenzhu's face flushed slightly, her eyes brimming as she looked at him. "I'm a little...shy..." They hadn't seen each other for so long, and their reunion stirred up old memories, rekindling her desire for the most intimate connection between a man and a woman.

He looked at her blushing cheeks, so lovely and beautiful.

"It's just you and me here, don't be shy." His voice was low and husky, his jaw slightly twitching, and even his legs were aroused. "Zhenzhu, I've wanted you for eight years..." Her face turned even redder, and her hands reached for his shoulders.

"In these eight years...have you hugged any other women?" Knowing she shouldn't ask, he still asked, being a little possessive.

"No, I only want to hug you." He didn't flinch or stammer.

Whether it was the truth or a lie, hearing him say it made her heart flutter. Reversing her previous passive and shy attitude, she began to take off his wet shirt, revealing his strong chest. His wheat-colored pectoral muscles looked alluring in the dim light of the fire.

Her gaze moved upwards, taking in his collarbone, prominent Adam's apple, and arms strong from years of labor, making her involuntarily swallow.

After looking at his upper body, she looked down at his lower abdomen, her small hands restlessly unbuttoning his jeans.

"Zhenzhu…" Ankewei grasped her soft hand; the moment her delicate fingers touched his lower abdomen, his arousal intensified.

"I'll help you," she whispered, blushing, withdrawing her hand and carefully and slowly pulling down the zipper of his jeans, only to find the fabric bulging with a hard object.

She knew what the object under the fabric was, her cheeks burning even hotter, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled down his jeans.

They were both only wearing one garment; her graceful body appeared fair and delicate, her breasts swaying gently with her movements, so beautiful that he couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.

"Ah..." she moaned softly, biting her lower lip, "You're so impatient..." She wanted to touch his strong body a little more.

He chuckled, reached out and pulled her into his arms, then turned her body so that her back was to him, his hard member pressing against her buttocks, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe.

"I can't wait to devour you."

His hands went under her armpits, his thumbs cupping her breasts, pressing them high, then kneading them from side to side, his fingers constantly flicking at her nipples.

Feeling the sensitive, erect nipples, Yin Zhenzhu let out a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes slightly narrowed.

His large hands left her breasts and came to her flat stomach, his calloused fingers gently caressing her delicate, snow-white skin, then moving down to her hidden triangle.

She subconsciously closed her legs, trying to stop his caresses.

He, of course, wouldn't stop, forcefully spreading her legs, his middle finger reaching her soft vulva, his fingertip sinking into the crevice, gently scratching her clitoris through the fabric.

"Mmm...uh..." she moaned uncontrollably, her hands trying to stop his teasing, but he brushed them away with his large hands, leaving her helplessly covering his arm, her body leaning against his chest.

His movements were gentle as water, his fingertips moving up and down between her vulva, from the tip to the opening, and then climbing back up, at least twenty times, like a feather tickling her heart, unable to dispel the burning heat, which only continued to accumulate.

Soon, small wet spots appeared on her skin, and his fingertips were also touched by the nectar overflowing from her flower.

Once desire is aroused, it is hard to extinguish. Her breathing was even more turbid than before, her small mouth opening and closing, exhaling fragrant breath.

His large hand probed inside, passing through the soft hair, slightly parting the petals, finding the treasured stamen, and his fingertips gently covered it, mischievously teasing the sensitive bud.

Yin Zhenzhu's body stiffened, a current of electricity ran from between her legs to her head, her body temperature gradually rose, she began to pant, and her whole body twitched slightly.

"Mmm...uh..." She endured an indescribable tingling pleasure, her nectar flowing endlessly from her flower-like opening.

"Zhenzhu, is it comfortable?" Ankewei whispered in her ear.

"Mmm..." She nodded hazily, her bare back rubbing against his chest, her snowy buttocks pressed against his hard member.

He narrowed his eyes, a predatory glint in his gaze, waiting for the right moment to devour her.

The clitoris in her flower-like opening was kneaded until it hardened, and as she arched her body, his long fingers suddenly pushed downwards.

She gasped, feeling the tingling pressure disappear, followed by a sense of emptiness.

He didn't disappoint her for long; his fingertips slid to the nectar beneath her flower-like lips, the sweet nectar pushed out by his long fingers, staining his fingertips, which then pushed further into her flower-like opening.

Although his touch was light and gentle, her delicate flower walls hadn't been touched by anyone for a long time, almost forgetting the pleasures of their past. She contracted her flower opening uncomfortably, appearing very tense, yet she also let out soft moans, feeling a slightly contradictory pain.

"Zhenzhu, relax, you're too tense." He noticed her constantly contracting her flesh walls, as if trying to squeeze out his long finger.

She lightly bit her lip, feeling his fingertip gliding over her tender flower walls, probing deeper.

Then, he added a second long finger, joining it with his middle finger in the moist passage.

The wetness and touch of his fingertips made him start to fantasize about how intoxicating it would be to insert his thick iron into her body later.

This thought made him even more aroused, like a raging fire burning in his lower abdomen.

She felt a large, round end constantly thrusting against her, feeling inexplicably excited, and instinctively, she slowly writhed her hips.

"Zhenzhu, are you trying to drive me crazy?" He gritted his teeth, as if suppressing a powerful urge.

"Mmm..." Her passage was teased by his fingertips, making her restless. "Kevi...so hot..." He gently kissed the nape of her neck, deliberately increasing the speed of his fingers, teasing her honey pot, making shameful sounds, and water splashed out, wetting between her legs.

Seeing that she was about to lose control, Ankewei withdrew his fingers.

Her body arched slightly, her lips parted slightly, and she breathed heavily.

He didn't give her any extra space to think, taking advantage of her confusion and infatuation, he removed their clothes, changed their position, and made her face to face with him.

"Sit on top."

She blinked her long, curly eyelashes, obediently sat on his lap, and then looked down to see his hard, rounded end pressing against her crotch.

He narrowed his eyes, one hand holding his thick iron, the other arm around her waist, guiding the rounded end of the thick iron slowly into her narrow, wet flower.

"Mmm...uh..." Yin Zhenzhu bit her lip lightly, letting out a muffled groan, her legs tightly clamping around his waist.

As soon as the hot iron entered her wetness, his hands held her waist, guiding her rhythm.

She met his smiling eyes, a gaze that made her feel shy yet irresistible, and she began to sway her round hips in response to her body's desire.

His breathing quickened with her movements, and the sight of her breasts aroused his lust, so he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in, his tongue gently teasing the erect tip.

To support herself, she clung to his shoulders with both hands.

Although she was the one controlling his hot iron, if she slowed down even a little, his powerful waist would thrust forcefully, penetrating deep into her flower path.

The flower core inside couldn't withstand such a deep thrust, and she almost fell to the side, but fortunately, he held her waist tightly, not giving her a chance to escape.

Ankewei, like a falcon, gripped her tightly with his talons, moving down to her round buttocks, pinching and kneading her soft, white flesh, trying to make her thrust faster, wanting his hot iron to forcefully withdraw deep into her passage.

"Ah... um..." Her body swayed, rubbing against the hot iron, as if generating heat that flowed throughout her body.

His teeth and tongue took turns ravaging her pink nipples, making them red and swollen.

"Wei... Wei... don't go so fast, um... ah... so hot, so hot..." His hot iron entered and exited her body deeply and shallowly, sometimes with heavy force, sometimes with light force, making her unable to resist.

Every day, every night, he prayed to hold her in his arms, to hear her voice, to see her smile, all he got in return were fantasies in his mind, which then turned into his lonely catharsis every night.

Now that she was back in his arms, his hot iron seemed to have found its most beautiful home, constantly entering and exiting the soft passage.

She was still as delicate as she had been back then, her tight passage clinging to the thick, hot iron, even her voice and expression were like those of a naive young girl.

He loved her terribly, so he kissed her, their lips and tongues intertwining, just like their bodies now, entangled and inseparable.

They were a match made in heaven, their bodies and souls belonging entirely to each other.

Eight years of separation hadn't brought them estrangement; instead, it had deepened their longing and the pent-up desire that had been building up for so long.

They knew each other's bodies and souls too well; time hadn't taken away their longing, but rather kept it deep within them.

At this moment, the dim candlelight reflected their intertwined figures, their two shadows on the wall merging into one.

Ankevi's hot iron plunged deep into Yin Zhenzhu's body, as if breaking through the lock that held back her longing. A surge of heat overflowed from the depths of her passage, and her body trembled violently. He could no longer suppress her moans.

She tilted her head back, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders, her pink lips letting out a fearless scream.

"Kevi... ah..."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and the longing deep within her exploded like sparks.

She could barely see his face, so she simply lay down on his shoulders and neck, her snowy buttocks unable to push any further due to the approaching moment, only able to clamp her legs tightly around his waist.

He knew she had reached the pinnacle of desire, breaking through the tightly locked gates of her heart and reaching the depths of her flower path.

It was a paradise that made his legs ache and numb, and with her trembling, the walls of her flower were now contracting strongly.

His thick, rounded tip was squeezed and tightened by the walls of her flower, his hot iron buried deep inside her, withdrawing shallowly, bringing out sweet, sticky fluid.

Afterwards, her body was flushed and burning hot.

Ankewei cupped her round buttocks, spread her limp legs, and then forcefully thrust his hot iron into her body, withdrawing quickly afterward, continuing this rapid withdrawal.

The afterglow of "Ah..." hadn't faded when she was subjected to such a fierce attack; Yin Zhenzhu couldn't help but bite the back of her hand.

He was like a hungry wolf, ferociously devouring its prey, pushing his hot iron deep into her passage again and again.

A large amount of fluid overflowed from the depths of her flower path. She endured to the highest point, finally screaming, her whole body trembling violently, fainting from excessive excitement.

Her flower walls still clung tightly to his hot iron. A few minutes later, he finally knelt before her, his thick, hot iron deeply embedded, planting a seed called "longing" within her... [The End]

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