General Jianyu returned to his quiet mansion, the air thick with solitude. The silence was almost suffocating. Five years ago, he was accustomed to Mei Ling's presence, a comforting routine upon his return from duty. She would silently play the role of his personal maid, attending to his needs, preparing his meals, and drawing his baths. Despite her modest background, she engaged in discussions about political affairs with a sharp mind. She was captivating, smart, and capable—a woman he genuinely liked. Yet, the weight of responsibility on his shoulders took precedence over personal feelings. He told himself it was about power, but deep down, he grappled with a sense of loss. He had sacrificed her for his plans, a pawn in the game.
As he wandered through his silent residence, memories of Mei Ling flooded his mind. The lovely face he used to gaze upon, the eyes that once reflected admiration, and the beautiful smile meant only for him. Regret washed over him as he envisioned the sadness and disappointment in her eyes when she discovered she was used. He trembled at the thought, promising himself that he would make it right. Once he achieved his goals, he would give Mei Ling everything she desired, mending the broken bond he had created.
Recalling the passionate moans echoing from the imperial study, Jianyu couldn't escape the desire that surged within him. The vivid imagery of him holding Mei Ling, caressing every curve, and making her moan in ecstasy filled his mind. He yearned for her, wishing he had claimed her before he left two years ago. The allure of her lovely eyes and enchanting smile haunted him, fueling his longing. He envisioned a future where they would be happy together, entwined in each other's arms.
He entered his chamber, a tempest of emotions swirling within. The room echoed with the grunts of frustration and the rhythm of heavy breaths. Desire surged through him as he envisioned every detail of intimacy with Mei Ling. His crotch reacted, betraying the internal struggle between duty and personal yearning. The visions became more vivid, almost tangible, as he indulged in the forbidden fantasies of their shared passion.
The room was filled with the repetition of a single name, a whispered mantra echoing in the silence—"Mei Mei." The intensity of the longing and the battle within Jianyu's soul painted a poignant picture of a man torn between duty, desire, and the lingering ghosts of what could have been.
In the darkness of his chamber, General Jianyu grappled with the echoes of his past choices, the palpable longing for Mei Ling, and the silent battle he fought within himself. The room bore witness to the struggle between the man driven by ambition and the one yearning for a love he dared not embrace.
As he lay in solitude, the weight of the unspoken desires and the bittersweet memories of Mei Ling lingered, creating an indelible mark on the heart of the aloof general.