The Shadows (Underworld 4) JH

25: They Made Up

Smut ahead!

Yulan woke up the next morning with a heavy head, the remnants of last night's alcohol still fogging her mind. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room, but it did little to chase away the cold weight of guilt that settled in her chest. Her mind replayed the scene from the party, the harsh words she had thrown at Minghao, words that now echoed in her head like a painful reminder of her own flaws.

Minghao was already awake, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in his hands. He didn't notice her at first, too lost in thought. His expression was distant, the pain from the previous night still lingering in his eyes. When Yulan walked into the room, he glanced up briefly, their eyes meeting for just a second before he looked away, unable to hold her gaze.

Yulan's heart ached at the sight. She approached him cautiously, her guilt weighing heavy on every step. "Minghao... about last night... I'm so sorry," she began, her voice trembling with the emotion she could barely contain. "I didn't mean any of those things I said. I was drunk and out of control. Please, forgive me."

Minghao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from his tea. His thoughts were clouded with hurt, but the sincerity in Yulan's voice tugged at him. He knew she regretted her words, but the sting of them still lingered. After a moment, he sighed, his voice quiet and laced with lingering pain. "I know you didn't mean it," he said, "but it still hurt."

Tears welled up in Yulan's eyes as she reached out, her hand trembling as it touched his. "I'm so sorry, Hao. You mean everything to me. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Minghao looked at her, seeing the tears in her eyes, the regret that seemed to seep from her very soul. Despite the hurt, he could see that Yulan was deeply sorry, that she was trying to make amends. He gave her a small, sad smile and squeezed her hand gently. "Let's not let it happen again," he said, his voice softening.

Yulan nodded, tears spilling over as she knelt before him, her head bowed in shame. "I promise," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, as if trying to erase the pain she had caused.

Minghao responded, his hand cupping her cheek as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and forgiveness into it. As their lips parted, Yulan looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and desire. "Let me make it up to you," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

She slowly began to undress him, her hands moving with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Her lips followed the path of her hands, planting soft kisses along his skin, as if trying to heal the wounds she had caused. Minghao closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the sensation, feeling the love and remorse in every touch.

Yulan's hands were gentle but insistent, her movements slow and deliberate as she sought to bring him comfort and pleasure. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her, how deeply she regretted hurting him. As she continued, Minghao let out a soft moan, the tension and pain from the previous night slowly melting away under her touch.

"Yulan," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I love you."

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears once more, but this time, they were tears of love and relief. "I love you too, Hao," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

After a while, as Minghao felt the surge of release wash over him, his breath came in ragged gasps. The intensity of the moment had left him momentarily dazed, but his gaze quickly softened as he looked down at Yulan. He could see the love and devotion in her eyes, a silent promise that she would never hurt him like that again.