A Night of Passion

“Professor Lin, so refined and courteous in public, is a madman behind closed doors.” The outrageous rumor spread among the students. The man at the lectern was as bright and gentle as the moon, mild as jade. How could he possibly be a madman? Everyone laughed at how absurd the claim was. But Li Mo knew that Lin Shuqing really was a madman. In a dim room, the man’s clothes were in disarray, soaked with red wine. His slender fingers gripped the woman’s chin, his burning breath falling against her jade-like neck. He knelt dejectedly beside her, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Please, tell me you love me.” Lin Shuqing was truly ill. She was the cause, the cure, and the dazzling desire that flooded into his heart in the midst of his long night.