Every Kiss Is Timeless

Through the dark night, a luxury villa stood. However, if one were to step closer, he could sense the pandemonium happening in the master bedroom.

The light was dim. However, it could be seen that there were two figures tangled together underneath the covers. A seductive fragrance encompassed the room, enough to draw reason out of the man!

"Let me go, you bastard!" the woman screamed. Her voice was already hoarse from pleading countless times as she struggled beneath the man. Her fists pounded against his biceps but it was to no avail.

It seemed that the more she struggled, the more encouraged the man was.

"You belong to me," he whispered in her ear. Although his touch was gentle, he was giving her little space to move around, suffocating her from his hold alone.

"No way!" she choked out in horror. It was a bad case of deja vu. His face rippled memories of what happened to her two years ago, and a strange sensation filled her body.

His natural cologne hit her nose and she sighed.

This time, he wasn't going to give her a chance to escape.

Gradually, the woman stopped struggling. The pain was replaced by insurmountable amount of pleasure and happiness that she almost ought to be ashamed of herself.

How could she like him?

The night was getting colder, and her warmth and scent only made him want to sink into her repeatedly.

It was a night of unexplainable sexuality and vigor, that was for sure.

Later in the next day, Bella Su opened her eyes to the sound of birds chirping from the balcony.

She leaned back a little, taking in the scene in front of her.

At the corner of a king-sized bed, she could see clothes scattered all over the sheets and onto the carpet. Some of them even seemed to be ripped from her last night!

Just before she thought of anything else, a wave of pain hit her body. It felt as if bulldozers were drilling onto her hips and stomach, rendering her lifeless.

Bella Su groaned, her fingers tangling onto the silky sheets. The cushions were incredibly comfortable.

'Wait...' Her eyes widened as she kicked off her quilt only to find herself naked. She was so shocked that she kicked one of the cushions all the way to the carpet.

"Ah!" Bella Su quickly sat up, leaning against the headboard. She glanced at the side to see a muscular man sleeping beside her, but she could only see the back of his head. As more and more memories rushed back to her, her cheeks were glowing bright red.

What the hell?

How the hell could she fuck the man for the second time?

She remembered clearly how the man who had hit her with his car the night before was the same one she'd saved in the coastline two years ago. She might be pretty, but that didn't mean it to be an excuse for him to take advantage of her!

They had never been in a relationship, yet she had already given him her virginity. No matter how good-looking he was, she couldn't forgive him for that!

She remembered how he had been in a coma two years ago. Back then, he had been so gentle and considerate that she fell asleep, secured in his arms. But then, she had a dream of her mother beating her with a harsh end of a stick. Bella gritted her teeth. The man was far worse than her mother!

Bastard! Liar! Ungrateful ass!

"Mason Ye! You asshole!" she snarled.

"You aren't cute when you curse," the man murmured. Within seconds, he pulled away the quilt and lazily rubbed his eyes. Squinting, he turned over at Bella. "So we meet again."

"You! Why are you doing this?" she snarled. "You returned my help with this? I saved your life before! Last night, I just ran in front of your car accidentally!" Bella trailed off when she went to a series of coughs. She had caught a cold under the rain yesterday, and it was difficult for her to talk now. She scowled. He knew she was ill, and yet she actually bothered.

Mason Ye was stunned. He stretched out his hand and placed it on her forehead. "Do you have a fever?"

Bella pushed his hand away. "It's none of your business."

He didn't get angry. Instead he sat up and approached her, flexing his rippling muscles as he did so. "Don't be like that," he said gently. "Just be honest. I'll take care of you."

She wanted to rip his head off. Honest? He wanted her to be honest? He had forced her!

She wrapped herself with the quilt, sneering at him. "I don't need you to take care of me," she spat. Her voice was already waning due to her sore throat.

"I need to repay the favor, right?" As he got closer, her strong scent tempted him endlessly, but he ignored it. He couldn't take advantage of her, not now when she was sick.

But she didn't know how seductive she was – how delicious she smelled. Fortunately, not everyone had a keen sense of smell, so he'd keep that to himself.

Bella only buried her head into her hands and said nothing. The man was shameless. She scowled.

Knowing that he would go nowhere with the entire conversation, he got out of bed and got dressed. Once he was done, he stroke her hair. "You're still sick," he warned. "Cooperate with the doctor, okay?"

Bella could only cover herself in the quilt in response. Although the man took away her innocence, he had also treated her with the gentleness she'd never experienced before.

Yesterday, her mother had kicked her out of the house. She got inexplicably wet that night as she roamed around, plus she was almost hit by the car as she was crossing the street! When she saw the man holding her was the same man whom she saved as well as the same man who took her virginity, all she wanted to do was escape.

However, Mason Ye had comforted her. He even took her to see a doctor and fed her medicine. Sooner or later, she gradually dropped her guard. She had nowhere else to go that night.

Bella had told herself that maybe she had been wrong, that Mason Ye wasn't as bad as she'd thought.

However, that all changed once she got into the bedroom.

Bella curled into the quilt, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She remembered two years ago that when she had woken up with Mason beside her, she was so scared that she fled the ward. Bella had told herself that it was nothing but a dream.

Now that she'd met him again, it happened all over again! It had seemed that all she'd been doing was deceiving herself.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt. She was so tired that she drifted off to sleep.

Mason went to the kitchen and asked the nanny to send some porridge to the bedroom. In a few minutes, the doctor came.

However, the doctor was far different from the doctor he'd seen last. The doctor was a young man in glasses, who looked fair and gentle under the sun's rays. Mason frowned and stopped him.

"Why are you here?" He scowled.