Chapter 6 — The Only One In My Heart

17 I went with Luc Tu Chau to the hospital and finally saw with my own eyes the wound nearly ten centimeters long right next to his chest. The skin was exposed, only a temporary bandage was applied. The doctor removed the bandage that was almost soaked in blood, then disinfected and sewed it up. No anesthesia at all. Yet Luc Tu Chau hardly frowned once. Waiting for the doctor to leave, there were only two of us left in the hospital room. I asked him: "This kind of thing... you've been through it many times, right?" He didn't answer, just blinked at me. The silence lasted for a moment, then he suddenly opened his mouth: "You before... weren't like this." “…” “If it was Lam Phan Xuan four years ago, he would have scolded you and kissed you at the same time…” I think we both felt it clearly. Even if no one blames anyone, there is no third person to intervene. But those four years still drew a line between us. He stopped, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, held my hand: "I really hope you still see me as the Luc Tu Chau of four years ago." “I like it like that—” Before I could finish my sentence, I took a step forward, bowed my head slightly, and kissed him down. On us was an almost identical citrus scent, mixed with the smell of antiseptics and the smell of hospital blood, all crushed and dissolved between our lips and teeth. “So… like this?” I softly blurted out in the short space between my lips and tongue. “But our identities… are completely different…” Can you still be willing and obey me forever? I didn't have time to ask that question out loud. But Luc Tu Chau seemed to have guessed, whispering softly: "Of course, you will always be... my master." The kiss was passionate, entangled, and lasted endlessly. Finally, I avoided the wound on his chest, sat on his waist, and pushed him down onto the bed. He guided my hand, showing me the large and small scars scattered all over my body. On the news, people only reported on his successes. No one talked about the dangers and tribulations he had to go through. “It's all left over from the past four years—some from my mother, some from people in the Lu family, some from enemies.” He placed his cheek on my palm, gently rubbing, "But fortunately, their endings now... are thousands of times more tragic than mine." "Actually, after experiencing so many close encounters with danger, I have never felt fear. On the contrary, every time I get hurt, I miss you more." “Maybe… this is the price I have to pay… for not being able to immediately remember you.” 18 Very soon after that, I saw news about Ta Nhan in the press. She was exposed to theft of commercial secrets and involvement in economic crimes, and is currently being investigated by the police. The old photo award was also re-examined, the results were found to be fraudulent, and was officially canceled, the award category was replaced by Lam Tinh. Ta Nhan's reputation fell straight to the bottom. Luc Tu Chau's reputation is no easier to hear. On the contrary, I suddenly became famous. There are even many more righteous fans. Netizens had sharp tongues and mocked each other: • "Luc Tu Chau is blind, even the person who saved his life admitted it wrongly." • "That year Lam Phan Xuan spent a million. Is a million a concept? Pay it back!" • “Damn it, if I were Ms. Linh, I'd have to make him pay a hundred times more, at least one hundred million.” • "When I looked up Lam Phan Xuan's background, I saw that she is truly a dedicated hard worker, a showbiz 'horse' coming to life." • *@Luc Tu Chau: “A fake can still play the female lead, a real benefactor, but you only play a fourth-rate supporting actress, speechless.” I turned to ask Luc Tu Chau: "Are you really not going to speak up and clarify?" He just shook his head, pulled me into his chest, focusing on kissing: "The more they scold me, the more they like you." “For me, that's a good thing.” I don't reply anymore. His fingers flexibly slid under the hem of his shirt, pressing against the sensitive place on his side, inch by inch moving up. My whole body trembled with pleasure, completely without my mind to worry about anything else out there. In the white wave of thoughts, I heard Luc Tu Chau's voice close to my ear, laughing softly. That sound seemed to overlap with the past four years ago. “Master, are you still satisfied?” 19 Outside the window, dark clouds obscured the moonlight. Only the twinkling lights of someone's house remained, even though the room had no lights on, it still covered a layer of pale light. In the interplay between light and dark, Luc Tu Chau's sharp face becomes even more handsome, exuding a deadly allure. He knelt in front of me, raised his head, his legs slightly apart, the fabric of his trousers stretched tight. "Wife... step on me..." I gently stroked his face filled with pain and pleasure, and the next second he grabbed my ankle. The man in front of me lowered his head, each hot kiss along the tight curve of my calf, leaving clear wet streaks. Until finally, he stopped at a private place, with each wave of heavy force, making me bite my lip, tremblingly pulling his hair, forcing me to push him away a little. "Phan Xuan..." In his eyes, the mist of desire billowed, his voice whispered hoarsely: "I'm thirsty..." "Give it all to me... I will serve you well, just like before..." The hot kiss gradually moved to my stomach, some light, some heavy. In a haze of confusion, memories came rushing back again, each piece, each fragment appearing in my head. During filming, I met Luc Vien. Different from my imagination of a cold and distant person, she has a close temperament and is easy to talk to. After getting to know each other better, she told me about the Luc family: "I can't imagine how chaotic that family is. I hate Luc Tu Chau's mother, but I have to admit... Luc Tu Chau, like me, is a victim." “We all want to escape that house. The difference is... I ran away on my own, while he..." She paused for a second, then continued: "... was chased away by his mother." “I completely understand his feelings for you. That year when he lost his mind and wandered outside, the Luc family knew everything, everyone was just waiting to see the joke. If it weren't for you... he probably wouldn't be alive today." “So don't think too much. Growing up in a family like that, money, fame, all were illusory. The only thing we yearn to hold on to… from beginning to end, is only the most important person.” Finishing her sentence, she turned her head to look out the ground-level glass window. Outside, the rain was falling. Director Giang was already holding an umbrella, waiting for her in front of the steps. … “What are you thinking?” Luc Tu Chau's hoarse voice, filled with desire, rang close to my ear. I regained my composure, shook my head slightly, looked straight into his eyes: "I'm thinking about you." Silent for a moment, he suddenly hugged me tightly and walked step by step into the bedroom. I buried my face down and bit his shoulder aggressively. Luc Tu Chau groaned softly, his movements became even more intense. In the dim light, his eyes carried a charm like thin threads of silk that wrapped around me little by little: "This place also bites tightly, please... master..." The full moon slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds, the light covering the blooming precious moon clump. Like the melting moon, each drop fell onto the pistil, arousing intense vibrations. The gap inch by inch was finally filled. I suddenly hugged Luc Tu Chau tightly, and the next second I was covered by his hot kiss. “Whatever you want, I will do it for you.” He said hoarsely, his eyes looking at me extremely serious: "Don't leave me again." We all want to return to the past, but we can't go back anymore. The only way is to hold tightly to the future. I wrapped my arms around him and nodded heavily: "Okay." (Full text)