Chapter 8 — Passion

22Less than two days later, Pho Sam was anonymously accused of tax evasion and illegal property appropriation, and was thrown into prison. That evening, the first author to write a fanfic about me and Ky Kien Bach posted a new work. "A special work to congratulate my ex-husband going to jail." I conveniently clicked on it, and it turned out to be a conference room-style script. Then, after every match, she updates a new work within two days. In just a few short months, she has attracted hundreds of thousands of fans. In the final match of the spring tournament, Ky Kien Bach and his teammates won an overwhelming 3-1 victory. I, as the new owner of the team, stood right behind Ky Kien Bach, watching them raise the trophy together. Lam Trac turned around and said: "President, come here and take a commemorative photo together?" I responded once, walking closer to them. As a result, there was only space left right next to Ky Kien Bach for me. I stood next to him, holding up the championship trophy. It's late spring, the time of transition to summer, and the weather is hot. He wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, his warm skin pressed against mine. The eucalyptus scent on him, even more evident in the heat, suddenly made me think of the story I read last night. 【The gentle, sweet scent of Le Da's body mixed with the woody scent of Ky Kien Bach's body, creating a love song under the moonlight.】 【Damp waves lapping against the rocks, white foam rising, each molecule rich in such a complex scent.】 【Ky Kien Bach's hoarse voice rang out: "Can I try?"】 ..."President, why is your face so red?" Startled awake, We sat at the victory party. Even though I didn't want to admit it, my mind was lost along the way, thinking about things that couldn't be described in words. Those illusory descriptions, mixed with truly wonderful moments in our real life, intertwined in my mind, gradually turning into a feeling that is difficult to describe in words. I drank several glasses of wine in a row and stood up. Feeling that I was a bit drunk, I tried to stay calm, put my hands on the table and said: "Everyone, continue to have fun, I'll go home first." "The president is drunk, A Ky, you take her home." Before the two words "no need" could escape his mouth, Ky Kien Bach stood up: "Let's go." 23 The elevator slowly went up, stopping at the 46th floor. "It's okay to send me off here, you can go back and continue celebrating with everyone." Let's go." I finished speaking, slowly turned around and pressed the code to unlock the door. Just as I was about to step in, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, pushing me into the house. My steps staggered and we both fell onto the sofa. There were no lights on in the room, it was pitch black. But the light from the large glass window shined in, just enough to clearly illuminate the lines on his face in the dark. "Why didn't you say anything?" Ky Kien Bach spoke next to my lips: "You're so smart, didn't you already guess it?" "Guess what?" "Guess that after your divorce with the surname Pho was revealed, the speculations and discussions about our relationship on the internet were all led by me." He got closer and closer. more, lips almost touching mine. I was silent for a moment, my mind gradually regained consciousness in my drunken state: "I guessed, but I don't understand, what is your purpose?" He suddenly turned over, one long leg draped across my waist, his whole body sitting on my stomach. "From beginning to end, I only had one purpose, to be with you, but clearly you always avoided me." "That night, you said we were just a fleeting relationship, not love." "So I want to show you that, The whole world supports us in loving each other.” As he spoke, he bent down. The distance is gradually reduced

narrow, the skin of his face rubbing against mine. "It's okay to be wrong, it's okay to pretend to be real, I just want to like you." "The more I like you, the more I hate Pho Sam. Even though we are only husband and wife in name, what right does he have to hold you for four years? So I tried to put him in prison."My hand slid into his soft hair, gently squeezing. The boy tilted his head up, his neckline was tight, his pharynx clearly visible, both beautiful and fragile. I said softly: "I thought you must hate me so much!" "What about hatred? When I woke up, the first thought in my mind was still wanting to be with you." "I have learned about your past, knowing that to stand in front of me, you have gone through many difficulties." He lifted my face, whispered on my lips, "Le Da, in this world, there are not many people as strong and steadfast as you." "I was so lucky to have you look at me at that time." "No need." Status is fine, I only have desire for you, no love is fine." Kisses along my body left wet traces, reflecting sparklingly in the moonlight. Everything in this quiet dark night, full of darkness, flowed in two warm chests, just enough to ignite the fire of excitement. Even the madness hidden within him was no longer hidden. Like two train cars connecting on the tracks, Ky Kien Bach hugged me tightly, we collided towards the window. We both put our hands on the glass window, looking at the moon. "Sister, hold on tight..." A long, wet kiss ended, I let my dreamy eyes look out the window, full of passion. From the 46th floor, it felt like I could touch the moon, and take in the dazzling cityscape as far as I could see. In my drifting vague thoughts, countless images from the past flashed through my mind. The pink light shines for many years, the curtain moves, revealing petty and dirty scenes. The old dormitories, the narrow crevices, and the winter snow, even though spring had not yet melted away, were trampled into mud. I raised my head from the dark alley, unable to even see a full moon in the night sky. Since then, my heart has only been filled with the desire for power and lust. But when did I start to occasionally remember Ky Kien Bach's sincere and burning eyes every time he looked at me? A big wave hit the rock, white foam splashed. The emptiness in my heart was suddenly filled with a hot feeling. I tightened my grip on Ky Kien Bach's shoulder, gasping for breath. Tears blurred my vision. He looked at me intently, reaching out to tuck sweaty strands of hair behind my ear. A hoarse voice rang out: "Spring is almost over, Le Da." "Now, I give my heart to you." "As for your heart, it will always be free." (Complete text)