Jessica's pearl-like toes all curled up together, the hot breath made her tremble slightly, her back completed the shape of a bow and arrow, her hands tightly grasped Lance's palms, and then reached the limit for the third time, every muscle was tense to the extreme, so that it began to sour, and the lingering afterglow that could not be dissipated for a long time swirled in her brain.

After a long exhale, Jessica's whole body was so soft that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. But the man still didn't finish, straightened up again, and continued to exercise violently, the air was filled with trivial moans/moans, mixed with the charming woody aroma, firmly enveloping Jessica, she couldn't help but raise her hands and hugged the man's neck tightly, so that the two of them were closer, closer.

At this moment, Jessica is finally no longer confused, no longer empty, no longer contradictory, it seems that all hesitation, all entanglement, all contradictions, all questions have found answers at this moment, the warm to hot embrace, the exciting to exhilarating movements, and the hot to burst breath, let her find her belonging.

A rough muffled grunt finally came. Jessica felt nothing but a powerful impact all over her body, she closed her eyes, buried her head in the man's shoulder socket, let the hot and restless breath consume her completely, and then lost herself in this strange world full of dangers.

Lance rolled over, leaving Jessica's graceful body, then sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the towel on the bedside table and began to wipe the sweat from his body.

Jessica also turned over, put her hands on the man's waist, and used the softness of her palms to feel the strong and powerful waist muscles, and the perfect lines of the wide shoulders and narrow waist were clearly outlined under the projection of the moonlight, so that Jessica couldn't help but want to let out a soft sigh. She just wanted to stay with this man for a little longer, a little longer, she wanted to feel his breath, his temperature, his breath, and then quietly enjoy the beauty of this moment.

Even hell, she is willing to eat it.

However, Lance stood up, and Jessica's hands had to be loosened, sliding limply on the soft sheets. Jessica looked at Lance's back in some confusion, and then heard the low, cello-like voice whisper, "You should leave." After saying that, Lance walked barefoot straight to the bathroom, without looking back, without any other words, and without a trace of hesitation and nostalgia.

"But ......" Jessica's words didn't even have time to speak, they were stuck directly in her throat, and then she only saw an afterimage of Lance's rapid departure, and in the blink of an eye, the room was empty and she was the only one left, and the sound of the shower in the bathroom made this silence extremely lonely and terrifying.

Things turned so quickly that there was no warning. Jessica looked at the empty gray carpet in disbelief, the cold moonlight shining on the scattered clothes on the ground, and the rough and rapid wheezing voice in her ears just ten seconds ago, sexual/sensitive; But now, ten seconds later, he coldly and cruelly pronounced his death sentence.

The verdict came so quickly that it was caught off guard, almost completely breaking all of Jessica's defenses, and she stayed where she was.

She should stand up and teach him a lesson, she should rightly point at his nose and scold, she should vent her inner feelings heartily, and tell that man clearly that this is not the result she deserves. She should even step forward and slap him twice, and then take the initiative to leave with her head held high, not because he asked her to leave, but because she chose to leave after using him.

But, but...... She couldn't brace herself at all, looking at the clothes scattered all over the floor, as if her shattered self-esteem, the shame swept over her, and she couldn't resist at all. Because, she knew better than anyone - she knew it from the beginning, didn't she?

From the first meeting between the two, she knew that this man was a demon, a bottomless abyss, and a flaming hell. He exuded dangerous information all over his body, and she kept warning herself not to cross the thunder pool, not to lose control, but knowing this, she still threw herself into the net, without hesitation, like a moth to a fire.

So, she shouldn't be surprised by this result, should she? Because the end of a moth to a fire is to embrace the flame with its immature wings, and then turn to ashes.

The icy air swarmed in, and the hot beads of sweat on her skin cooled down in an instant, and the shivers were one after another, even if her hands were tightly clasped around her arms, they couldn't stop it. She quickly sat up, walked out of bed quickly, picked up her clothes from the ground one by one, quickly put them on, and finally fled.

After leaving the room, Jessica almost panicked, stumbling all the way to the elevator, hurriedly pressing the elevator floor, and then suddenly relaxed, leaning against the elevator wall and slowly sliding to the ground. She didn't even want to cry, she just sat in place, dazed.

Again, my mind was a complete mess.

Lance had been bathing a little longer, and when he came out, he saw a mess of beds and empty rooms. You can even smell the musk in the air, and the scorching heat that still hasn't dissipated mixed with the wheeze in your ears precipitates little by little in the moonlight, and falls to the ground, silently.

Lance tore off the sheets from the bed and tossed them aside, then rummaged through the closet to find a new set of sheets and covers, and when he had re-laid them, he turned to the side, boiled a pot of boiling water, and made himself a cup of coffee.

I took my coffee to the windowsill and quietly looked out the window at the silence covered in snow, the hazy halo of light in the night added a touch of color to the scattered snowflakes in the air, like a natural oil painting. When I woke up, everything was quiet, as if I was the only one left in the world.

He loves moments like this, moments that belong to him.

He doesn't like to lie in the same bed as anyone else, or more accurately, he can't be in the same private space as anyone else, since that afternoon at the age of twelve.

The memory of that afternoon seems so vague, but it seems so clear, his adoptive father Frank, who completely lost his mind because of alcoholism, and his adoptive mother Fiona, who fell into a coma due to drug overdose, everything was messed up, and all he had in his memory was Frank's face that was so angry that it began to distort, Gawain fell pale in a pool of blood, Ian hugged Frank's calf with all his strength, and shouted hoarsely at him, "Run, run, Lance, run......"

Then all the images began to fall apart, the bright afternoon sun, the hot and viscous summer air, the heat on the ground, the reeds swaying in the wind, Frank's furious roar like a beast, the cool water vapor in his face...... "I'm going to kill you!" kept echoing in my ears! I'll kill you! The roar made all directions in front of him lose focus.

The trivial fragments can't be pieced together, so clear, yet so blurry.

He only remembered that he was hiding in a corner shivering, his hands were stained with blood for some reason, the sticky and warm touch made him sick, he tried to wipe his hands clean in a panic, but he couldn't wash the blood away, the bright light in all directions forced him into a corner, there was nowhere to escape, his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up, he could only sit on the ground, looking around blankly.

When the memory came back again, he saw the figure in front of him, and he fled back in panic, trying to escape, but he forgot that he was hiding in a corner, surrounded by walls on three sides, and there was nowhere to escape, which made him start pounding the wall in despair, but the desperation of the trapped beast broke all his defenses.

"Lance, it's me, Lance...... I'm Theo, I'm Lance, I'm Theo. The trembling voice came from the point of anxiety, and the familiar warmth slowly calmed him down, "Lance, Frank is dead, he's dead, really, I mean really. We're all safe, all of us are safe, Lance, no one is going to hurt you anymore, and no one is going to hurt us anymore......"

The trembling voice made his tense emotions to the extreme, and slowly relaxed, and then his hands loosened, and he escaped directly into the endless darkness.

When I woke up again, the world seemed to be different. Since then, he has not been able to trust others lightly, to be in a narrow private space with strangers, especially at night, and he refuses such moments. When the world is asleep, he is the only one who is awake, in a private space that belongs only to him, which can make him feel safe.

Lance drank half of the coffee in his hand, then put it on the bedside table, then climbed back into bed, pulled up the quilt, let out a long breath, and the tension of his whole body to the extreme was relaxed, and then he fell asleep groggyly.