Chapter 12 What's the matter?

As soon as Zhou Zhou's hand touched him, he was pulled into the snow.

She pressed against his body, her left hand pressing lightly against his chest, but it didn't do much. He held her right hand tightly, fingers intertwined, and his fingertips gently rubbed her palm.

It was freezing cold outside, and they had been outside all afternoon, but his hands were unusually warm, like a stove.

Her numb hands finally felt the warmth of his body heat, gradually absorbing it and warming up. She could feel his breath on her cheek, reminding her again and again of the distance between them.

A distance that cannot be ignored.

Zhou Zhou's gaze dropped down to his lips.

She raised her hand, smoothed the hair on his forehead, and looked into his eyes: "Chen Yiyang said you won't sleep with me."

His eyes were deep, and his dark pupils reflected a large area of ​​white, as well as her face.

Then, those eyes narrowed slightly, and a tiny light rippled in them, a little cunning, and a little indescribable ambiguity: "Well, what's wrong?"

The other hand behind her head pulled out and pressed against her back.

He laughed softly, "You also said you wouldn't sleep with me."

Zhou Zhou hummed, and slid his finger down his nose: "Brother, I'm serious."

Cheng Yu's smile deepened, even a little frivolous: "Well, what's wrong."

The hand that was behind her moved up and flipped up the hood of her down jacket.

The hat pressed down on her head, casting a shadow over them, and then a blanket of kisses followed. Zhou Zhou pressed down and kissed her lips.

An ambiguous relationship somehow turned into Cheng Yu's seduction.

His seduction was gradual and silent, which gradually moved Zhou Zhou's mind and pulled her into the trap of falling in love with him.

Zhou Zhou knew.

If you can tear open a hole in anything, you can easily capture the city.

As soon as Zhou Zhou put her lips on his, he counterattacked and directly kissed her lower lip.

His hand grasped the back of her neck through her hat, pulling her closer to him. He bit lightly with his teeth, and the next second, he deftly pried open her teeth and entwined his lips with hers.

Cheng Yu's kiss, like him, is extremely aggressive.

He absorbed her breath over and over again, and released it bit by bit, maintaining the same rhythm as the hand that pinched the back of her neck, pulling the tide up and down, making it even more unbearable.

Zhou Zhou's movements slowed down slightly, and he stopped following his rhythm and started sucking his lips instead.

She didn't move closer, but from time to time she would run her tongue across his upper lip, making him feel itchy.

She lingered on his lips, her breath as sweet as orchid: "It's much warmer now, thank you, brother."

"This little bit of sincerity?" The lazy voice was slightly hoarse and joking. "How could I not know that you like playing house with men?"

He half closed his eyes, feeling a little unsatisfied.

He saw her lips, which were rosy red from his kiss, tender and tempting, and still glistening with moisture.

Zhou Zhou only said: "The snow is falling heavily."

There was something hidden in her words, and Cheng Yuyi sensed something: "Yes, it's time to go in."

The two entered the house and did not see Chen Yiyang.

Cheng Yu glanced at the closed door on the second floor and poured her a cup of hot water: "I guess she hasn't been coaxed yet."

There was a huge temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, and as my body warmed up, it felt stiff and numb.

Zhou Zhou stood there for a while holding the hot water before taking off his down jacket and changing into slippers.

Cheng Yu stood beside her, took her coat and hung it on the coat rack, then turned around, grabbed her wrist and pecked her on the lips.

It was so sudden that Zhou Zhou didn't react.

The stiffness and embarrassment that she couldn't hide in time for a moment fell into Cheng Yu's eyes.

He had never seen her like this before.

Zhou Zhou was always confident. He liked to take the initiative, even when it came to kissing, and he didn't like being passive. It was rare to see him so stunned and bewildered that he looked so adorable.

Cheng Yu smiled and deliberately moved closer to kiss her lips again: "Is this such a pure love?"

"If you want to buy into this, you can just do some pure love."

Zhou Zhou controlled his movements with ease, his white, jade-like fingers resting against his chest, drawing circles through the thin fabric. "Kissing a serious sister, I'm afraid your brother doesn't want to engage in pure love."

Cheng Yu was in a lazy posture, letting her hands wander around on his chest.

His eyes swept across her face, and a low laugh came from his throat, seemingly unintentional, but with a hint of teasing: "I'm used to it, I just like doing this kind of weird stuff."

It was not known who held the other's hand first, but as soon as one of them stepped into the room, they were already kissing passionately.

As they walked in, Cheng Yu closed the door behind him.

Zhou Zhou grabbed his collar with one hand and led him towards him. Cheng Yu held the back of her head, entangled her lips and tongue, and quietly switched positions with her before falling on the bed.

His hand reached into her clothes and pinched her waist without any hindrance. He breathed slightly: "Shower?"

"Shall we go now?" Zhou Zhou placed his hand on the waistband of his pants.

The casual pants he wore had an elastic waist, and a slight tug revealed the black edge of his underwear.

Zhou Zhou's eyes were as charming as silk, and he smiled like a cat stealing fish: "It doesn't seem to work."

She is particularly proactive and prefers to control the rhythm.

Cheng Yu moved his hand that was pinching her waist up and easily unbuttoned her back: "Come to the bathroom."

The man's strength showed his innate advantage at this moment. He picked her up from the bed and carried her directly into the bathroom.

Zhou Zhou put his arms around his neck and teased the back of his neck with his fingers.

Cheng Yu walked quickly, his steps somewhat impetuous. He kicked open the bathroom door, turned around and placed her on the sink.

He wasn't as gentle as her, and his bite was a little hard, as if in revenge for her teasing.

Zhou Zhou hugged his neck, his eyes moving: "What are you doing? Are you biting me?"

Cheng Yu placed his hands on her waist, raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a scoundrel look on his lips: "Do you want to bite me?"

A double entendre.

Zhou Zhou smiled without saying anything, and gently pushed the man opposite him with his foot.

Cheng Yu stepped back slightly and turned to run some hot water.

After putting the water in, I looked back and saw only a vast expanse of white.

Cheng Yu had seen proactive women before, but this was the first time he had seen one as direct as Zhou Zhou.