Diary of my Ex - Chapter 8: True Intimacy and a Fleeing Escape

Han Liang’s dark eyes deepened as he cupped Wen Yuan’s face.
“Give yourself to me. Trust me. Let me show you what real intimacy feels like.”

Real intimacy? Trust him?!

Wen Yuan knew she shouldn’t trust a stranger, but trust or no trust, that day, she handed herself over to him—completely, utterly, into his hands.

Han Liang carried Wen Yuan into the water, lifting one of her legs onto his arm. His tip teased her, brushing against her still-sensitive clit, which had barely calmed from her recent climax. The slightest touch sent shivers through her body, her single leg trembling and unable to hold her upright.

Through her teary, misted eyes, she gazed at Han Liang, looking so pitiful it nearly drove him wild.

Seeing that she was already lost in the moment, he turned her around, pressing her against the wall. With one hand, he guided his burning, swollen hardness into her, sliding in slowly.

The searing fullness of him filled her completely, igniting a deep, trembling pleasure. She couldn’t hold back the soft cries escaping her lips.

Bending down, Han Liang’s warm, slippery lips trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulders, and her back.

The sensation of being inside her was indescribable—soft, warm, and tight as she wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, clenching, consuming.

Taking deep, heavy breaths, Han Liang pulled her petite body closer against his, letting out low, guttural groans of satisfaction. Wen Yuan’s smooth, fair back was pressed entirely against his firm chest.

His strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, fingers moving in rhythm with his thrusts to tease her swollen clit. His fingertips circled and pressed the little nub, heightening her pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy built and crashed over her. Her vision blurred with flashes of white.

In that moment, Wen Yuan forgot who she was and where she was. She could only feel the pure, unfiltered climax—intense, all-consuming, utterly insane, and beyond words.

She lost all strength, collapsing into Han Liang’s arms.

Inside her, heat surged as Han Liang’s member was gripped tighter by her spasms. Overwhelmed by the unrelenting pleasure, his breath grew heavy and ragged. He scooped up her limp body, thrusting harder, faster, for a final dozen strokes before pulling out suddenly. Thick streams of white spurted into the water, diffusing in swirling clouds.

He lifted Wen Yuan out of the pool, wrapping her in a towel, and carried her to the private resting lounge nearby.

On the bed, the little beauty lay flushed and tender, her brows slightly furrowed. Han Liang gently brushed aside her stray locks.

“This… Is this what you call intimacy? That was absolutely insane!” she murmured, her soft voice tickling his ears. Han Liang felt his abdomen tighten, his body stirring with desire once again.

“Insane?” He smirked. “For you, maybe. But this… This is who I am. Do you like it?”

Wen Yuan was too exhausted to argue. She nodded faintly before her vision blurred, his handsome face fading as she drifted into sleep.

—

When Han Liang left the recording studio, he was in an exceptionally good mood, hopping up the iron staircase to open the lounge door—only to find it empty.

“She ran pretty damn fast!” he chuckled. “What a little thing. She’ll need some serious taming.”

—

At the grand opening of a luxury brand store, Wen Yuan, a junior client manager, was busy running around, checking every detail to ensure nothing was overlooked.

She had no energy to notice the tall figure standing among the onlookers.

The celebrity they’d invited was running late, and the brand owner was growing impatient. Wen Yuan frowned, dialing the agent’s number to hurry things along.

Finally, the stars arrived, the press took their places, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony went off without a hitch. Relieved, Wen Yuan let out a breath.

After work, her friend Gu Yuewei came to help, handing her a cup of milk tea and holding it up to her lips. Wen Yuan closed her eyes, letting the sweet flavor soothe her nerves.

“Thanks, Weiwei. You’re the best,” she said, playfully puckering her lips as if to kiss her friend.

A young male celebrity nearby caught sight of this, his eyes glinting with interest. Smoothing his hair, he approached them.

“Ladies, can I get your WeChat? Let’s hang out sometime.”

Gu Yuewei rolled her eyes, silently cursing, Playboy! Everyone in the industry knows what a sleazebag you are.

Wen Yuan smiled politely but declined. “Company policy requires us to go through agents when contacting talent.”

“Oh? I’ve never heard of that rule. Wait, you’ve got a bit of sugar on your lip,” he said, reaching out to touch her face.

Wen Yuan quickly stepped back, only to bump into a broad chest behind her.

“President Han! Are you here for the ribbon-cutting too?” the young man asked obsequiously.

“No, I’m here for her,” Han Liang replied, glancing at Wen Yuan.

“Oh! Small world, huh? We’re all friends!” The celebrity let out an awkward laugh.

“Are you done here?” Han Liang asked Wen Yuan directly.

“Pretty much,” she replied hesitantly. He grabbed her hand, leading her away.

“President Han! About that song—can I sing it?” the young man called out desperately.

“Talk to my assistant. I’ve got other matters to handle,” Han Liang replied without breaking stride.

—

In the parking lot, Wen Yuan refused to get into the car.

“Han Liang, if you’ve got something to say, say it here.”

“Are you sure, little one? Don’t regret it.” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

“What do you want to talk about?” Wen Yuan asked, holding up a hand to stop him.

“You left without saying goodbye yesterday.”

“And?”

“Women rarely walk out on me. Usually, I’m the one telling them when it’s time to leave.”

“Confident, aren’t you?” she said, grudgingly admitting he had the looks and charm to back it up.

“I could’ve driven you home or even to work this morning.” He leaned in, meeting her gaze. “Didn’t you enjoy it yesterday?”

“It was exciting, wild, and unforgettable. But also reckless and irresponsible.”

“Go on.”

“You asked me to trust you. But I can’t trust someone I barely know—a dangerous, irresistible stranger. We didn’t even use protection! I don’t know you, and this is all too fast, too absurd.”

“Do you want to know me?”

Wen Yuan’s heart screamed yes, but her head shook no.

The brighter the fireworks, the faster they fade. The hotter the passion, the shorter it burns. When love is gone, only pain remains—a lingering torment.

“No. We’re not suited for each other. Let’s not waste our time or emotions.”