"Bet, are you trying to suffocate me? You''ve wrapped me up like a burrito," Yvonne grumbled, wriggling inside the nket.


    "Don''t move," Bet let out a low groan, his Adam''s apple bobbing.


    "I''ll move if I want to." Yvonne pushed the nket away, her soft arms winding around his neck as she gave him a teasing peck on the corner of his lips.


    Bet gave a helplessugh. He could see she was doing it on purpose.


    "Not afraid of the pain anymore? Yvonne, my self-control isn''t that strong." His dark eyes seemed to burn with fire, and his breath was hot against her skin.


    “Bet, I''ve never been the one who''s afraid. You are," Yvonne said, kissing him again.


    Her current body was highly sensitive, especially to pain.


    But Yvonne had a high tolerance for it; she wasn''t the one who couldn''t handle it. Bet was the one who thought she couldn''t.


    All along, it had been him who was afraid, not her.


    He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of causing her pain, afraid of making her unhappy or sad.


    The nket that had been wrapped around Yvonne was now somewhere on the floor.


    "If it hurts too much, just tell me."


    But Yvonne wasn''t in the mood for talking. She simply kissed him.


    Yvonne noticed beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.


    "What''s... what''s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" she asked, confused, reaching up to feel his forehead.


    Bet grabbed her hand and instinctively pulled it away.


    He must have used too much force, because the sudden movement left Yvonne a little stunned.


    "Did I hurt you?" Bet reached for her hand to check, but Yvonne turned her back to him in a huff, ignoring him.


    Bet sighed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Be good It''s not a good idea to provoke


    me right now. Let me carry you to the bath first."


    With that, he scooped her up, nket and all, and carried her into the bathroom.


    Bet had already drawn a bath. He gently lowered Yvonne into the tub.


    "Is the water temperature okay?" he asked.


    "It''s great. Get in with me," Yvonne said, tilting her chin up to look at him.


    "Don''t tease," Bet said with a look of exasperation, about to stand up and leave. But Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him right into the tub with her


    "Is that an invitation? Don''t you regret it." Bet''s long fingers gently pinched her chin, and then he kissed her.


    Most of the water from the tub sloshed onto the floor.


    Yvonne was starting to have some regrets. Why did she bring this on herself? It was a perfect case of ''you reap what you sow.''


    When they were finished, Bet lifted Yvonne out of the tub.


    She leaned limply against him, her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes half-closed, too tired to even move an eyelid.


    Bet carefully dried her off and helped her into a nightgown.


    Yvonne rolled over, hugged the covers, and immediately fell into a deep sleep, not wanting to say another word.


    Bet, bare-chested, leaned down and ced a light kiss on her cheek.


    "Next time, will you still ask for trouble?”


    He sat by the bed for a while,


    watching her peaceful expression as she slept. Then he stood up, walked out to the balcony, and in a cigarette,


    taking a deep drag content


    Bet was likely too worked up to sleep. His mind was wide awake. He stood on


    the open-air balcony, smoking for half the night.