Carved in bone and engraved on heart

  In the small bedroom, elegant and clean, a few pieces of furniture were neatly arranged, and in the mirror, a bright red floral long dress was reflected, with a faint fragrance emanating from every corner of the room.

  Slender fingers gently stroked the artificial flowers on her skirt, belonging to a young woman of stunning and extraordinary beauty.

  She has a head of shiny black straight hair, slender and even figure, with a perfect and delicate face that is the most attractive. Her skin is very white, like condensed fat, under her fine and curved eyebrows, there is a pair of pure and bright eyes, with clear distinction between black and white, as clear as water, as beautiful as a painting. Her nose is also straight and small, cherry lips are not painted but red, with a layer of charming blush.

  She was breathtakingly beautiful, and should have been spirited and radiant, but instead she exuded a sigh of unrelenting bitterness, desolation, and loneliness, especially in those speaking eyes that seemed to carry countless past events, a poignant and moving love story.

  The dress in front of her was designed and made by the man she loved three years ago. He had a tall and straight figure, a face more handsome than any popular star, a proud and unrestrained personality, doing his own thing, with every move exuding a fatal attraction that left people deeply fascinated and unable to extricate themselves, and she was no exception.

  Chapter 002, he took her to the place he rented, a simple house with a red long dress hanging in the center, like a flower fairy, swaying gently in the soft breeze, romantic and gentle music spreading to every corner, making people's breathing suddenly become thick, urgent, and almost suffocating. At that moment, she seemed to be dreaming, as if intoxicated.

  He took her hand and slowly approached the skirt, guiding her to touch it together. She instantly felt a soft, cool sensation, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening in surprise as she looked at him.

  His sensual thin lips curled up, drawing out a charming and enchanting smile. Then, his extremely magnetic low voice murmured, "Do you know why I didn't have time to see you the other day?"

  She bit her lip, shook her head in confusion, and her watery eyes unconsciously returned to the skirt.

  His strong arms wrapped around her, joyfully and proudly telling her, "Not bad, because of it! For a whole 100 hours, I didn't rest or sleep, finally finishing it by noon today. Little thing, this is my Valentine's Day gift to you, my honey, I love you!"

  The doubts in her eyes were instantly covered by excitement and shock, she suddenly realized, stretched out her hand again to stroke the long skirt, continued to enjoy that wonderful tactile sensation, continued to be deeply moved and ecstatic.

  A red rose dress, from the body down to the ground forms the overall framework of the skirt, gold foil decorated Carmen roses and yellow chrysanthemums adorn the buttocks and hem, while violets and daisies form the edge of the skirt. All are real flowers, each one fresh and delicate, fragrant and elegant, condensing his intelligence, talent, wisdom, heart's blood and love.

  It seemed that he could feel her excitement and agitation, his low voice also rose with excitement. "Do you like it? Do you like the gift I made for you? Come on, put it on, let me see how beautiful it looks on you, let me see how stunning you look in it."

  She didn't make a sound, gazing at him unblinkingly for an instant, then nodded vigorously.

  He hastily took off his long gown and carefully put it on her. After finishing, he looked at her and was stunned!

  So beautiful, it's really too beautiful!

  As she gazed at herself in the mirror, she was also intoxicated. She had never seen a moment when she looked so beautiful and captivating, because of the dress he designed with his own hands, because of his sincere and intense love, she became even more beautiful and intoxicating.

  Under his encouragement and request, she danced lightly with the music, and the petals also fell off her skirt as she moved her body, fluttering and falling around her, she was like a fairy who had descended to the world, he was enchanted, so he couldn't help but hug her and kiss her.

  When she came to, she found her skirt had been pulled down to the floor, and she was lying on his single bed, while he, also completely naked, pressed heavily against her with his majestic and robust body.

  "Little thing, are you okay? On this romantic and meaningful day, bloom your beauty for me, huh?" His voice was very low and hoarse, his eyes seemed even deeper.

  She continued to feel his scorching body pressed tightly against hers, her pretty face grew even redder, her dazed eyes were filled with shyness, and there was a hint of confusion and panic. Looking at his deep eye sockets filled with love, that extremely masculine physique with distinct muscles, it was as if she had been bewitched, she felt like she was being burned by fire, her whole body was burning hot.

  "Qian Qian——" He called out again in a low voice, his deep tone strained to the limit.

  She was even more restless, knowing she should refuse, but another thought in her heart urged her to agree and accept. She turned her face away, not daring to look at him again, but her gaze inadvertently fell on the skirt that had slipped to the floor, and various scenes flooded her mind - all of his doting, pampering and care for her, their sweet moments together. Finally, she gently turned back, gazing deeply at him, shyly nodding her head.

  He was overjoyed, and his deep eyes sparkled with an unusual light. He kissed her again, his movements more wild and passionate than ever before. His tongue swept across her beautiful lips, sucking hard on her upper and lower lip, then wrapping around her tiny tongue, rolling it around, and sucking it in. His large hands didn't stop for a moment, sweeping over every inch of her skin. When his lips left hers, he attacked her pointed chin, smooth neck, and finally, the softness of her chest.

  A strange numbness, causing her body to convulse violently, subconsciously resisting.

  He ignored her, holding her down and continuing to savor her beauty wildly. As she gradually gave up resisting, he let go, moving downwards... With his exceptional skills, he simultaneously pleasured her in two ways, driving the inexperienced girl into a state of utter chaos and infatuation. Finally, with one thrust, he broke through her most precious membrane.

  Sudden pain made her cry out loud, contorting her small face, struggling desperately.

  He paused, clenching his teeth to endure the pain that furrowed his brow, and large beads of sweat wetted his resolute and handsome face, dripping down one by one... He lowered his head, gently kissing away her tears. "Be good, don't cry, it will pass soon, and later it will be very happy, really very happy."

  Is that so? Is it true that after the pain comes happiness? I've heard that a woman's first time is always painful, a heart-wrenching and soul-crushing pain, but also a blissful pain. It represents one's status being elevated to another level because of the man she loves.

  As he saw her eyebrows slightly relaxed, he continued, slowly, carefully, until the pain in her body weakened, weakened, and weakened again, only then did he exert his strength, swift and passionate.

  A strange tide of emotions, one wave after another, she no longer cries out in pain, no longer resists, but instead bears his fierce and powerful passion with a shy and helpless smile, entwining herself with him in love, drowning in the sea of desire, feeling the beauty that melts her bones.

  That night, she intertwined pain and joy, blooming her beauty for him, while he made a promise to her of a lifetime...

  "Qianqian, dinner is ready, Qianqian..."

  Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door sounded, accompanied by two calls, which awakened Ling Yuqian from her beautiful memories.

  She composed herself, responded with a sentence towards the outside, and continued to stare at the skirt in front of her for about half a minute, before finally withdrawing her gaze in a daze, walking out of the bedroom and into the living room.

  In the small living room, there was an old-fashioned TV set, a loose and faded sofa set, an old dining table and several chairs of the same color system. This is all the furniture in Ling's family now, simple and shabby, but it has accompanied them for three years.

  On the dinner table, there were four simple and ordinary dishes with a soup, which was already considered a good meal for them.

  An eighteen-year-old girl was eating at the dinner table, with two small braids tied up, and although her looks were not as stunningly beautiful as Ling Yuqian's, her overall features were very similar. This was the younger sister who made Ling Yuqian feel most uneasy - Ling Yuyi.

  "Sister, let's eat!" Ling Yuwei held the bowl with one hand and chopsticks with the other, leaning against the bowl and grinning at her.

  Ling Yuqian returned a smile, doting and lovingly, her beautiful eyes habitually glanced around the narrow surroundings, her smile gradually fading away, and she asked her mother in a low voice, "Dad hasn't come back yet?"

  The middle-aged woman who was ladling the soup suddenly stiffened, with a fleeting glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, and then, as if nothing had happened, she put the soup in front of Ling Yu Xuan, her expression full of love and concern. "Here, eat it while it's hot."

  Ling Yuqian didn't say much either, and after her mother sat down, she started eating. Just as they were halfway through their meal, their father returned.

  As usual, spiritless, walking unsteadily, with a body full of wine.

  Ling Yuqian and her mother almost simultaneously put down their chopsticks and stood up together.

  "Dad, why are you drinking so much again? It's bad for your health." She said softly while supporting her father.

  "Father didn't take it kindly and scolded angrily, 'Are you showing concern for me? If you really took me as your father, you shouldn't have harmed me like that back then!'"

  "Didn't you say not to mention past things again? Besides, how can your daughter not care about you? In this world, probably no one cares more about you than Xuanxuan." The mother couldn't help but defend her.

  "Hmph, is that so? Now you're concerned about me? Ha! Back then I paved the way for her, but she didn't follow it. Instead, she was infatuated with that poor boy. Fine, now that I'm down on my luck, it's all because of her, my most beloved daughter!" The father gritted his teeth and flung off Ling Yuexuan and Ling Mu, continuing to stumble left and right until he reached the worn-out sofa, where he kicked it a couple of times before collapsing onto it.

  "Dad, drink some water!" Ling Yuwei also ran over, holding a cup of warm water, looking at her father timidly.

  Unfortunately, what responded to her was a fierce swing of the cup, accompanied by a sentence of disgusted scolding, "Fool, get out of here!"

  Clang——

  The sound of shattering glass is deafening in this small room.

  Ling Yuwei was so frightened that she quickly covered her head and retreated to a corner of the wall, crying out loud, "I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid, my sister said I'm not stupid."

  Ling Yuqian hastily chased after her, his heart aching as he hugged her into his arms, "Weiwei, don't be afraid, Weiwei——"

  "Sister, tell Dad that I'm not stupid, I just have a disease that makes me slow to understand many things. This is what you told Weiwei, please also tell Dad."

  "Ah, Vivian is certainly not a fool, absolutely not a fool." Ling Yuxuan endured the intense pain in her heart.

  Her mother also came over, her intestines were broken, "Vivi don't cry, your dad is drunk, he's talking nonsense, don't mind him, let's not bother with him."

  "Vivi, do you still remember how your sister usually taught you? To be brave, to be strong, don't let family worry about you. Vivi, look, mom is crying too because of your sadness." Ling Yu Xuan continued to hold back her tears.

  Poor and clever Ling Yuwei finally calmed down, her tearful eyes gazing at her sister and mother. Her pale and delicate hand slowly rose to wipe away her mother's tears.

  Ling Yuqian took advantage of the situation to help her up, and together with her mother, the three returned to the dinner table.

  At this time, Father had drunk himself into a deep sleep, emitting loud snores.

  Everyone continued eating, but Ling Yuqian's eyes were brimming with tears.

  As a daughter, she was indeed unfilial, but she really couldn't bear to spend her life with someone who didn't love her. So even if her father scolded and got angry again, she endured it, because this was what she owed him. If being scolded could make her poor father feel better, she was willing, although her heart ached so much that it almost suffocated her.

  But she didn't want her sister to be implicated.

  When my sister was one year old, she had a high fever and was rescued in time, but her brain was damaged. Although she is now 18 years old, she has the intelligence of an 8-year-old child. All along, my parents have not given up on my sister, they love her even more, and have been seeking medical treatment, hoping to cure her, until three years ago, when my father's company went bankrupt, and the medical treatment was delayed.

  Actually, last year a famous doctor said that the chances of curing Vivian were very high, but unfortunately the cost was too expensive and it was not something that the Ling family could afford at the time. Since then, Father would often scold Vivian as an idiot when he got drunk.

  The father scolded her like that, no more than wanting to take revenge on her, making her feel guilty, sad and painful, because if she hadn't retreated and run away at the last minute, marrying that rich second generation as scheduled, his company would have been revived, and Weiwei's illness might also be cured.

  "Drip... Drip..."

  The melodious and soft mobile phone ringtone suddenly sounded, breaking through the gloomy atmosphere in the room.

  Ling Yuqian answered the phone call from the company, saying that the general manager wanted her to return to the company immediately. Hearing the other party's urgent and serious tone, she quickly nodded in agreement.

  The phone had just hung up, and Mother asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

  "The company said there's an urgent matter, I need to go back for a while. Mom, you and Weiwei eat slowly." Ling Yu Xuan told the truth and comforted her sister again, "Weiwei, be good and stay at home with mom, remember your sister's words, be a good kid that makes mom happy and proud, okay?"

  "Vivian knows, be careful on the road, sister." Ling Yuwei has returned to normal, her big watery eyes showing concern for her sister.

  Ling Yuqian touched her hair, went back to her room to change clothes, and left the house under the watchful eyes of her mother and sister. She took a taxi to where she worked - the Walton Hotel.

  Digression

  Highly recommended several popular completed books of mine:

  Modern prose "Endless Love", a classic work, very good-looking;

  "Modern Absolute Beauty", a touching and colorful story, not to be missed.

  The ancient article "Yu Wu Huang Hou" has just been completed and is extremely popular.