Chapter 44: Wanting to End the Virgin Days

Li Youran felt dazed and confused, and when she finally came to her senses, she found herself pinned beneath Ling Tian.

“Ling Tian, no!” she cried out, flustered. She wasn’t ready to take this step with him so soon, and pushed against him with all her strength. Sensing her resistance, Ling Tian forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart and looked at her with pain in his eyes.

“Why, my love? What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“It’s too fast… Can we not, at least for now?” Li Youran’s voice trembled with worry. She feared that once Ling Tian had her, he might disappear again—she had already given him her heart, and couldn’t bear the thought of giving her body only to be abandoned. She felt utterly insecure.

“What are you afraid of?” Ling Tian suddenly sensed her anxiety. He rolled off her, wrapped her in his arms, and thoughtfully pulled up the blanket to cover her.

“I’m afraid you’ll ignore me. Last time you left, you didn’t even call or text me. I heard you’ve been with Lin Youya these past few days, and I thought you’d forgotten about me,” she said, feeling aggrieved. It was the first time she’d ever cared about a man, and he was so fickle.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. My love, I’ll never ignore you,” Ling Tian said, genuinely remorseful. He hadn’t realized how important he was to Li Youran.

Her heart eased at his words, and she held him tightly. The feeling was wonderful—she no longer felt alone or helpless, and the nights wouldn’t be so cold. Yet, she knew this man would never belong to just one woman.

“You call every pretty girl you like ‘my love.’ I wonder how you’ll tell us apart in the future,” Li Youran suddenly recalled that Ling Tian had called Lin Youya ‘my love’ as well. Li Feng had said he always used that term for Lin Youya, and now for her, too—it felt awkward.

“Then should I call you sister, or Youran my love?” Ling Tian mused aloud. It was a real problem—what if both his wives were together? How would he tell them apart?

“Hmm, call me sister in front of others, but ‘my love’ when we’re alone.” Li Youran actually liked him calling her ‘my love,’ but she was shy and found it embarrassing in public.

After she spoke, she buried her head in his chest, blushing. Her heart brimmed with sweetness; being with Ling Tian brought her a happiness she’d never known. Growing up, she’d never felt such longing and dependence for a man.

Ling Tian felt just as sweet—this mutual affection with such a beautiful woman was intoxicating. He resolved that Li Youran would be his first woman, and he her first man. Of course, he would be her only man, though she wouldn’t be his only woman. It seemed unfair, but he vowed to love her well for life.

“My love, I have something to tell you. I need your help,” Ling Tian said solemnly.

“What is it? If I can help, I absolutely will.” Li Youran grew nervous seeing his serious expression, worried his illness was acting up. Wasn’t he a vessel of the Nine Suns? She hoped nothing was wrong.

“My love, there are things I could tell others, but they wouldn’t believe me. But I trust you will, because we’re different—we can see spirits, which others can’t, or don’t believe in. What I’m about to say is absolutely true.”

Ling Tian didn’t know why, but he wanted to tell Li Youran his true origins. Others would never believe him, but she might.

“I believe you,” Li Youran replied, feeling his trust was a sign of intimacy. Everyone has secrets—often, we only share our deepest ones with those closest to us.

“In truth, my soul isn’t the original soul of this body. My previous life ended, but my soul was reborn in this body. The original owner must have died; my own body perished in an explosion.”

He paused, watching her reaction, knowing such a revelation usually led to disbelief or fear.

“Is that real?” Li Youran looked at him in terror, half-believing, half-doubting—afraid, for it was more bizarre than seeing ghosts. Ghosts were souls of the dead, but Ling Tian’s soul had been reborn.

“It’s true, but don’t be afraid. No matter who I am, I’ll always love you.” Ling Tian held her tighter and continued his story. His warmth eased much of her fear.

“My previous life was nothing like this one. Everything was planned out for me: trained from childhood, carrying out endless tasks as I grew. But this life is wonderful, no pressure, I can do whatever I want. I’m grateful for this second chance.”

He smiled, genuinely happy, except for missing his grandfather. He could visit him after he’d played enough, but not yet; his grandfather wouldn’t let him live so freely if he knew the truth.

“No wonder you never seem serious, and have no real goals—you had your reasons. Your last life sounds miserable; so enjoy yourself now,” Li Youran said gently, her eyes full of sympathy.

She felt luckier than Ling Tian. Though born into a prominent family, she’d always been able to do as she pleased. Her family never burdened her with responsibilities; she loved ancient clothing and literature, and was allowed to pursue her passions.

Her family doted on her, perhaps because of her health—expecting her life to be short, they wanted her to live as she wished.

But Ling Tian disagreed. What did she mean, he wasn’t serious or had no goals? Clearly, his wife had misunderstood him.

“My love, I do have goals,” he said earnestly.

“What goals?” Li Youran honestly hadn’t seen any.

“My goal is to find several beautiful wives. But so far, I’ve only found you, hehe.” Ling Tian grinned shamelessly, declaring such a crude aim with perfect composure.

“You! Hmph! You’re terrible! When you said you needed my help, you weren’t asking me to find you more wives, were you? Dream on—I’m not so generous!” She glared at him, furious he’d be thinking of other beauties while holding her. Clearly, she’d spoiled him too much.

“Uh, I can find other beautiful wives myself. What I need your help with is something else. Do you know what my greatest regret was before I died in my last life?” Ling Tian coaxed gently.

“What was it? Let me guess—you never married?” Li Youran used all her imagination and, matching his behavior, made this deduction.

“You’re so clever, my love. But I was even worse—some men never marry, but at least they’ve been with a woman. When I died, my greatest frustration was that I was still a virgin,” Ling Tian said pitifully, pressing himself against Lin Youya.

“I get it. Because you died a virgin last time, you’re so reckless in this life?” Lin Youya seemed to understand.

“My love, I’m still a virgin in this life, too. This body’s original owner was a rich second-generation who only cared about fighting and racing, no concept of women. I’ve never lost my virginity since being reborn, so tonight, I need your help with—” Ling Tian leaned in closer.

“You want me to help you lose your virginity?” Li Youran suddenly realized, sensing she was doomed tonight. He’d circled around, feigning affection and pity, but it all led to wanting her.

“Yes, you’re too clever, my love. You said you’d help with anything you could—this is definitely something you can help with.” Ling Tian kissed her, releasing a bit of his yang energy, which was a powerful temptation for Li Youran’s Yin body.

“Mmm, mm!” Li Youran tried to resist, but Ling Tian blocked her mouth. She wanted to push him away, yet enjoyed his kisses. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed over her, making her instinctively crave his closeness, though she couldn’t explain why.

“My love, I adore you,” Ling Tian whispered as he let go of her lips, kissing her delicate neck, moving downward, his hands deftly removing obstacles from her body.

Her flawless twin peaks appeared before his eyes, their rosy tips shining with irresistible allure. Ling Tian took one into his mouth, while his hand caressed the other.

“Ah! Oh!” Li Youran felt as if an electric current shot through her, the sensation overwhelming her body. Ling Tian’s touch was too intense; her body trembled. A strange, unfamiliar feeling surged within her, making her long for more of his caresses.

After a while, Ling Tian quickly shed their clothes. He was excited, almost ecstatic—finally, he would end his virginity. His little brother was even more impatient, standing at attention, eager for what was to come.