The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chatper 881

Chapter 881

In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, “So hot…”

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, “Now I’m cold again, I need a blanket…”

“What’s going on, Fred?” Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. “I feel so strange.”

“Do you want this?”

Mya squirmed in Fred’s arms, finding it tough to move away.

“Fred, it tickles. I don’t feel good, what did you do to me? Don’t touch that spot.” Mya pleaded.

“Your first time?” Fred asked.

Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried.

“Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?” Fred asked.

Fred, don’t!” Mya said.

Fred touched the place that was just enough to grasp in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, even involuntarily moving

stop?”

as if contemplating his next move. Mya immediately felt like something was missing. Restless, she twisted and turned, yearning for that elusive sensation. She asked, her voice laced

saw himself achieving some unstated goal. He undid the last piece of clothing adorned with cartoon characters and said, “Take it off yourself, and I’ll

ahead, but be gentle,” Mya whispered, blushing as she undid the last of

back, already a canvas of old

forward to later that evening, Mya’s face buried in the pillow still studded with sweat, her whole body aching and sore. She felt as if she might die from

on her clothes. She clutched a pile of garments and hurled them from the hotel’s twentieth floor. Among the items was a pair of deep blue men’s underwear, which ended up hanging on the balcony below.

and scared as she gave an address, waiting for the driver

straight posture, trying not

really shouldn’t be away for so long,” the driver cautioned.

was all Mya managed to

Mya reached home, Mya’s mother, Grace Dion confronted her, visibly worried. “Mya, don’t ever come home this late again. Your father would be worried sick

notice something was amiss, Mya did not dare to pause for a moment and ran straight upstairs, saying, “Mom, I know it’s late from hanging out with Madelyn today, I won’t do

with a high fever, which delayed treatment and caused

blood. Biting her lip nervously, Mya thought, ‘Am I going to die? It’s bleeding. I remember hearing

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