Chapter 9: The Lingering Warmth Between the Stairs

Without warning, the world was instantly swallowed up by darkness.

The bedroom, which was filled with desire and gasps just a moment ago, is now so quiet that you can hear each other’s heartbeats.

Lin Zhe’s tall body was still pressing down on Su Yu, and his penis, which had become incredibly thick and hard due to anger and desire, had already sprung out, pressing hotly against the base of Su Yu’s bare thighs through the last layer of fabric.

But the urge to penetrate his wife’s wet and hot vagina was abruptly stopped at the brink of explosion by the sudden power outage.

“Hold!”

Lin Zhe squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed frustration.

The burning desire within him had nowhere to go, making him feel as if his blood vessels were about to burst.

But a power outage means the heating will also stop.

In the cold north, this is no laughing matter. At the same time, he felt his wife’s body stiffen slightly beneath him, and her originally warm and soft skin suddenly felt cool due to the unexpected event.

“What’s going on? Is there a power outage?”

Su Yu’s voice rang out in the darkness, carrying a hint of uncertainty and disappointment at being interrupted.

Her pair of snow-white breasts, exposed to the air, rose and fell slightly with her breath, as if they were the only source of life and warmth that could be felt in this darkness.

Lin Zhe’s burning passion gradually subsided, replaced by a growing sense of crisis regarding the power outage and heating shutdown.

He rolled off Su Yu and groped his way to find his pants.

In the darkness, Lin Zhe clumsily stuffed his still-erect penis back into his pants, the act of zipping up the fly carrying a violent, venting-of-anger air.

The feeling of having sex abruptly interrupted is even more agonizing than going to the toilet halfway through.

Lin Zhe’s mind was still filled with the alluring sensation of Su Yu’s snow-white body beneath her torn nightgown, but reality was cold and harsh.

“It might be a circuit breaker tripped, I’ll go check it out.”

Lin Zhe turned on the flashlight function on his phone, and a blinding beam of light instantly pierced the darkness.

Under the light, Su Yu’s appearance appeared even more disheveled and alluring. The torn black silk nightgown was half hanging on her body, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and her large breasts with bluish veins, which looked particularly striking under the light of the cell phone.

Su Yu had calmed down considerably by this point. Being shone with her husband’s phone light, she suddenly felt a little shy and quickly pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her still flushed face exposed.

“I ... I’ll find some clothes to wear.”

Lin Zhe swallowed hard, grunted in response, turned around, went to the closet to change his clothes, and then left the bedroom with his phone in hand.

We went downstairs.

In the living room, the light from another cell phone was also flickering.

The light was coming from Lin Jianguo, who was sitting on the sofa with Wang Xiulan, with an awkward distance between them.

Seeing Lin Zhe and Su Yu, who had changed into a bathrobe and followed him out, Lin Jianguo’s expression was very unnatural. He seemed to have just put down his patriarchal airs and said something to Wang Xiulan in a stiff tone.

Wang Xiulan kept her head down, twisting the hem of her cheongsam with her fingers, her expression unreadable.

“Dad, Mom.”

Lin Zhe broke the silence by speaking.

“Ah, Xiao Zhe.”

Lin Jianguo, as if he had found a way out, quickly stood up:

“I don’t know what happened, the power suddenly went out. I just apologized to your mother. Tonight ... tonight I was a jerk, I drank too much, please don’t take it to heart.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan’s shoulders trembled slightly, but she remained silent.