32: Chapter 33 Snowfall—Can I Really Satisfy Him?

That night, Yu Bo used the most primitive and direct way to "conquer" her again and again, tirelessly, as if he wanted to vent all his guilt, lingering fear, anxiety, and that desire which had nearly spiraled out of control, into this intense, life-and-death intimacy.

And Yin Tianxue, amidst his almost barbaric possession and demands, temporarily forgot everything, left only with the sensation of being tightly connected to him... a strange sense of peace in being completely possessed.

When everything finally calmed down, Yin Tianxue was so exhausted that she couldn't even lift a finger, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Yu Bo held her sweat-dampened body, watching her peaceful sleeping face, yet the waves in his own heart had not fully subsided.

He knew that physical intimacy might temporarily mask problems, but knots in the heart ultimately needed to be untied with the heart.

He lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her sweat-dampened forehead.

"Sleep, my queen."

The next morning, when Yin Tianxue woke up, sunlight had already filtered through the sheer curtains, brightly flooding the bedroom.

She moved, and a wave of intense soreness and fatigue instantly assaulted her entire body, making her unable to help but let out a soft groan.

She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand; it was already past ten.

For someone like her who always kept a regular schedule and had a precise biological clock, this was almost unprecedented.

Her body felt as if it had been repeatedly crushed by a heavy truck, or as if it had been taken apart and put back together, with every inch of muscle screaming in soreness.

It was a constant reminder of the "catastrophe" she had experienced last night.

She propped herself up to sit, the silk quilt sliding down to reveal skin covered in ambiguous red marks.

Memories of last night came rushing back like a tide—those intense kisses, those domineering caresses, those...

She couldn't remember exactly how many times.

In her blurred consciousness, she only remembered him acting like a tireless machine, demanding again and again, for a terrifyingly long time.

Four times? Five times? Perhaps more...

She only remembered seemingly passing out once, only to be woken up by him in an even more intense manner, and then swept back into the vortex of desire.

Her cheeks burned.

She was not inexperienced, but since being with Yu Bo, although he was always... that kind of near-loss of control, complete lack of restraint, that madness as if they were going to burn each other to ashes, was a first.

Was it because of Shen Nian?

Was it because of that "nearly" out-of-control guilt, or because he was anxious to prove something to her, or to cover something up?

Yin Tianxue's feelings were complex and indescribable.

Last night, in that extreme intimacy and possession, she had indeed briefly forgotten her anxiety, even feeling a strange sense of peace in being completely possessed.

But at this moment, with her body extremely fatigued and her mind clear, that anxiety seemed to silently poke its head out again, and... it had become more concrete, more irritating.

She had to face a reality: Yu Bo's needs in that area... seemed to exceed her limits, or rather, exceeded the range she could easily handle.

If he hadn't stopped on his own last night, even though she was already falling apart, she didn't know how much longer she could have held on.

If... if he were like that every night?

Could she take it?

How many more times could this body withstand such a "storm"?

This thought made her heart tighten.

She didn't want to admit it, yet she had to face it—physically, she seemed to be unable to "keep up" with him.

This gave rise to a sliver of secret anxiety and self-doubt.

She loved him, deeply.

The thought of sharing him with other women, even if it was just physical sharing, made her feel a suffocating sense of discomfort and rejection.

He was hers, only hers.

This thought was deep-rooted.

But... what if she couldn't fully satisfy him herself?

A man's desire, especially for a man as energetic and capable as Yu Bo, if left unsatisfied for a long time, would he really... seek it elsewhere?

Wasn't the temptation from Shen Nian last night a dangerous signal?

He could resist once, twice, but what if the temptation was greater next time, or if he himself, due to long-term repression... wavered?

Yin Tianxue fell into an unprecedented conflict.

On one hand, she was proud and confident, never allowing her man to touch others.

On the other hand, the fatigue of her body and the vague feeling of "inadequacy" gave her a sense of insecurity.

Did she really have to be forced to consider "sharing" because of such an unspeakable reason?

No! Absolutely not!

She shook her head violently, throwing this terrifying thought out of her mind.

She was Yin Tianxue; she would never retreat without a fight, and she would never hand her man over to someone else.

Body can't keep up? Then find a way to keep up.

Exercise? Dietary supplements? Or... learn some new techniques?

Thinking of this, her face heated up again.

But her eyes gradually became firm.

Avoidance and worry couldn't solve the problem; she had to take the initiative to solve it.

She lifted the quilt, endured the soreness to get out of bed, and walked to the huge full-length mirror.

The woman in the mirror had a graceful figure, exquisite curves, and skin as white as snow, though it was currently covered in love marks, carrying a sense of laziness and sultry beauty after being fiercely loved.

She looked at herself and clenched her fists.

"Yin Tianxue, you can do this," she said to herself in a low voice.

"You've overcome so many difficulties at work; what is this 'small matter'?"

She decided that starting today, she would adjust her fitness plan and increase core and endurance training.

Perhaps she should also "casually" learn about that... knowledge that could enhance a woman's "combat power."

As for Yu Bo... she believed in his feelings for her.

But she also needed to tell him through action, and tell herself—she had the ability and the determination to hold onto him firmly, to satisfy him, and to make sure that in his eyes and heart, there was only her.

Having figured this out, although the fatigue in her body remained, the bit of anxiety and unease in her heart seemed to have lessened significantly.

She turned around and walked into the bathroom, preparing to take a hot bath to relieve the soreness all over her body.

Meanwhile, in the study, Yu Bo was completely unaware of this.

He was handling the daily affairs of "Listening to the Waves" and thinking about how to proceed with the next step of purely professional communication with Shen Nian.

He had no idea that the slightly out-of-control intimacy last night, born of guilt and anxiety, had actually caused his queen to silently resolve to "strengthen her physique and improve her combat power," and even start studying "the art of war."