Chapter 60 Let’s just say today is the first time.

Song Jin's earlobe suddenly exploded!

Xie Qiao's breath lingered in her ears. The smell was strange and yet damn familiar. He even remembered her sensitivity.

Woo woo woo.

Song Jin subconsciously avoided Xie Qiao. Coincidentally, she was placed steadily on the bed. She turned over and nimbly hid under the quilt.

She pulled back the quilt and hid herself, leaving only her little head.

Xie Qiao did not chase after her. He was even very polite and just sat beside the bed, not showing any sign of urgency.

He just asked in a low voice: "Do you want a kiss?"

Song Jin wrapped herself in the quilt and thought about it.

[Kiss?] 】

[I want to kiss him, after all, his kiss feels so good. 】

[But is it too fast?] 】

After careful consideration, the girl decided that she was not such an impatient person.

She said carefully: "I want to kiss you."

Then she added: "But just a kiss on the cheek is fine."

Xie Qiao nodded to show that he understood.

He leaned forward, pulled the girl in front of him with the quilt rolled up, and placed his lips on the girl's slightly hot cheek.

A gentle kiss.

Kiss little by little.

The kiss was without passion or desire but full of cherishment. He treated it as if he was treating a lost and found treasure, fearing that if he moved too much, the treasure in his arms would be broken.

But he was also kind of bad at the same time.

He wanted to crush the one beneath him, so that she could never run away again, and could become one with him here, and sink with him.

He kissed Song Jin's cheek, then his lips slid down to kiss her ears, her small chin, and finally the back of her neck.

The girl subconsciously straightened her body and moved closer to Xie Qiao with the quilt, directly hitting his chest.

There was a quilt between the two people.

Xie Qiao heard the girl panting. He raised his eyes from her neck and continued to ask politely, "Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?"

Song Jin was a little dazed by the kiss.

Only when she heard Xie Qiao's voice did she raise her moist eyes.

[Woo woo, just a kiss! How could I be so absent-minded! 】

[Song brocade!] You are so clumsy! 】

[Although you didn’t do it this year, you watched it a lot! 】

Song Jin pursed her lips and replied in a low voice: "No need, I can do it myself."

As Song Jin spoke, he fumbled around in the quilt.

Xie Qiao just stood there like a gentleman, not looking at the girl's condition, nor did he help her.

Just looking at it like this, he felt infinitely satisfied.

The girl looked a little busy, because when she met him today, she wore her dress very carefully.

This kind of dress is beautiful, but it is a bit difficult to put on and take off.

Song Jin was already nervous, and now she was under the quilt, so she couldn't find some of the ropes at all. Under Xie Qiao's gaze, she began to sweat on her forehead.

Xie Qiao's voice came at the right time.

He kindly suggested: "Do you need my help?"

Song Jin shook his head, his face flushed.

"It's okay, I can do it myself."

Xie Qiao said nothing, just waited patiently.

Finally, the girl fought with herself in the bed and took off her clothes before she was completely fainted by the heat.

She used her slender white arms to pull out the dress that was rolled up in the quilt. She paused, as if she remembered something, and finally asked Xie Qiao for help: "I bought this dress recently. I like it very much, so I am a little afraid of getting it dirty. Please help me put the dress on the hanger, thank you."

The girl asked for help politely.

There is no way Xie Qiao would not help with such a small matter; he is not that stingy.

"Okay." Xie Qiao said, and took the clothes from the girl's hand. Among the pile of clothes, there was also a small lavender dress.

There was a cluster of lovely little orchids embroidered on the little dress.

He recognized it at once.

Xie Qiao raised the corner of his lips and placed the girl's favorite dress neatly on the hanger. He carefully hung up the skirt that was prone to wrinkles before turning back.

As soon as he reached the couch, Xie Qiao saw the girl waiting obediently in the quilt.

She is like a fragrant and soft little cake.

White and tender.

But inside is filled with yellow lava filling.

Xie Qiao sat back down on the couch, looking at Song Jin quietly.

Song Jin felt a little shy when being looked at.

She turned her eyes away and stopped paying attention to Xie Qiao so deliberately, wanting everything to become more natural.

But the girl failed.

She can't at all!

She never knew that the bedroom, which she originally thought was spacious, became small after Xie Qiao came in.

She even had trouble breathing.

Her brain was somewhat lacking in oxygen, but she felt strange.

Ever since he met Xie Qiao in the afternoon, he had been gentle and polite, as if they were not very familiar with each other.

But she could understand.

After all, they hadn't seen each other for a year, so she felt a little strange towards Xie Qiao.

But she couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did Xie Qiao appear in her bedroom at night?

Song Jin still couldn't help it. She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Qiao, whose clothes were still intact. It seemed that he really had no feelings for her and was just here to repay his debt.

Repaying debts willingly has nothing to do with love or desire.

The tip of Song Jin's nose collapsed.

His body was a little tense, his white fingertips clenched the quilt, and he was thinking about something seriously.

[If we do it tonight, it seems a bit too fast. 】

[How about letting him go?] 】

Before Song Jin could finish his thought, he saw Xie Qiao raise his hand and take off his brocade robe, then gracefully take off his outer coat, and finally only wear a plain white middle coat.

Even if Song Jin wanted to ask Xie Qiao to leave, it seemed a little too late now.

After all, they even took off their clothes.

It seems a bit impolite to ask them to leave at this time.

Song Jin closed his eyes in desperation.

never mind.

Forget it.

She is the one who is greedy, she can't blame others.

Song Jin gave up on himself in his heart. Xie Qiao listened to the girl's cute mumblings and felt that his little wife was really adorable to the extreme.

She is nervous.

She even wanted to go on her own.

How is that possible?

Xie Qiao leaned forward again and asked in a slightly cold voice: "Ajin, do you want to use your hands?"

Song Jin felt that he was finished.

I'm completely finished.

With your hands?

She still remembered that Xie Qiao was like this the last time they were in the car.

She suddenly remembered that feeling. Apart from the nervousness at that time, it was actually comfortable.

She nodded: "Okay."

Hearing this, Xie Qiao stood up and walked to the wash basin. He first picked up the kettle on the small stove and added some hot water into it. After warming his hands, he wiped them dry with Song Jin's cotton towel.

When he came back, he did not sit on the edge of the bed, but lowered the light pink bed curtains and leaned over to lie beside Song Jin.

He moved closer to Song Jin, his usually cold hands now warmed by the heat.

He reminded Song Jin of the progress in his ear: "Then it's coming."

Song Jin grabbed the edge of the quilt and made two random "hmm" sounds.

The temperature in the bed curtains rose. It was clearly spring, but Song Jin felt like it was midsummer.

The quilt on her body had not been removed, and Xie Qiao couldn't even see her body. Only she knew what was going on under the quilt.

In the end, she felt that the quilt on her body was wet with sweat, and she bit the corner of the quilt and whimpered softly.

I don’t know how long it took, but everything was finally over.

Song Jin's body was limp, and her expression had changed. On the contrary, Xie Qiao's undergarment was not messy at all.

She is actually the same.

She was still wrapped in the quilt, so Xie Qiao couldn't see anything.

Both were very polite.

Xie Qiao saw that Song Jin's breathing was a little disordered and his face was soft and red, like a soft cake just steamed out of the oven.

Xie Qiao curled his lips and wanted to reach out and touch her.

But the girl moved her face away in disgust.

Xie Qiao laughed helplessly.

How come this girl even dislikes herself?

Xie Qiao could only hold up his body, kiss the girl lightly on the cheek, then stand up and open the bed curtains.

Song Jin pinched the quilt. She felt that all her senses were magnified. Listening to the sound of the basin outside, she knew what Xie Qiao was doing.

Not long after, she saw Xie Qiao coming back.

He continued to lie beside her, but Song Jin waited for a while and found that Xie Qiao did not make any other movements.

After a while, still nothing.

Song Jin was a little confused.

[Why doesn’t he come? Is he no longer able to do it?] 】

She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Qiao.

At the same time, Xie Qiao also spoke up: "Ajin, let's do this for today."

Song Jin felt relieved.

She hadn't done this for a year, and she was already very tired after what she had just done. If Xie Qiao did it alone, she seemed to be unable to bear it.

Today's look is just right.

She didn't refute, but was a little curious: "Why?"

Xie Qiao's voice was a little hoarse, and he explained in a low voice: "You are already very tired today, and today is the first time we meet, so we should just proceed step by step."

"Yeah, I think this is great." Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao was thoughtful for the umpteenth time today, and she should reciprocate: "Then let's count today as just one time."

Xie Qiao's voice came: "No need, today I just give Ah Jin some small compensation, it's not worth mentioning, it's still the number of times we agreed on, this time doesn't count."

Song Jin didn't object.

She knew that Xie Qiao was old-fashioned and would never take advantage of others in the past. Moreover, if she insisted on making it count as one, and he was so serious and old-fashioned, and had to do it tonight, she could not bear it.

She nodded: "Okay, that's it for today."

Then she thought: "That time book..."

Xie Qiao said, "Put it here with me first, and I will record it. I will bring it here every time. When it is finished, you can draw it one by one in your own handwriting, and it will serve as a proof for both of us."

Song Jin nodded: "That's reasonable."

After Song Jin finished speaking, the tent became quiet and only the breathing of two people could be heard.

In fact, Song Jin's voice is louder.

The two of them lay flat on the bed, with a little space between them, and Xie Qiao did not touch her quilt.

She didn't react until Song Jin's breathing became steady.

Since we are not going to do it today, why doesn’t Xie Qiao leave?

Her bed wasn't actually that big, and she felt it was spacious when she slept alone. But as soon as Xie Qiao got on, the bed suddenly became smaller.

It’s not that it’s crowded, but the presence is very strong.

After waiting for a while, Song Jin half hid his head in the quilt and whispered, "Xie Qiao, when are you going to leave?"

Then she continued, trying to cover up her mistake: "I'm not chasing you away. I just think your family will be worried if you don't go home so late."

After Song Jin finished speaking, he did not hear Xie Qiao's voice.

After a while, she heard Xie Qiao remain calm: "If Ah Jin is sleepy, go to sleep first, don't worry about me."

Song Jin muttered quietly in his heart.

He was on her bed and they had nothing to do with each other now, so how could she ignore him?

Then she heard Xie Qiao sighing helplessly.

His voice was a little hoarse as he explained, "I may have to wait a while before I can leave. I feel a little uncomfortable right now, so I have to wait a while."