027 | (Twenty-six) Abdominal muscles

Su Xingmao fell silent; lying was basically ineffective against her.

Xie Qingyan raised his chin, his face arrogant and unforgiving, as if he wouldn't give in until he answered.

"I want to spend more time with the kitten," he said in a softer voice.

...

Xie Qingyan did not expect that Su Xingmao would use a conciliatory strategy.

He had a very accurate understanding of her personality; she was not only hypocritical, but also had a soft heart beneath a hard exterior.

Once upon a time, I had arranged to go to the amusement park with Ms. Xie Jinyu, but something came up at the company, and I had to work overtime and had to stand Ms. Xie Qingyan up.

She angrily made a scene, wiping away tears and smashing plates at home, saying she would never talk to her mother again, and that Xie Jinyu was the worst mother in the world.

Later that evening, Ms. Xie Jinyu came to knock on the door carrying a huge Kuromi doll. After a little coaxing and cajoling, she happily forgot all the bad things that had happened and became cheerful again.

He put his hands behind his back and stammered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to Mom."

Although I had mentally conceded, I still couldn't save face.

Not wanting to appear easy to talk to, Xie Qingyan maintained the upward curve of her chin, quietly withdrawing her hand from the door frame. Moonlight bathed her eyes, making her appear cold and aloof, but her words remained sharp: "Does wanting me mean I have to agree?"

He knows her too well.

They knew far more than she had imagined.

Su Xingmao knew that words were not enough to persuade Xie Qingyan, so he lowered his head, moved her down from the door frame, grabbed her hands that were behind her back, and pulled her close. Through the thin shirt, the boy's burning body temperature was transferred to her.

Beneath the palm lines, there was warmth, a slight swelling, and smooth, undulating muscle lines, all separated only by a layer of clothing, allowing her to caress it freely.

"How about letting the kitten pet you?"

She's always had the desire but not the courage to steal; she's collected 800 videos on Douyin of muscular men striking poses and dancing.

When I actually touched you, my heart skipped a beat, my ears burned, and I wanted to pull my hand back but was reluctant to. This internal struggle caused my mind to freeze for three seconds, and I awkwardly glanced around: "Stop flattering yourself, who wants to touch you..."

He gave a soft "hmm," his brows drooping, casting a faint shadow: "I want the kitten to pet me."

The constellation Mao is a germaphobe. He dislikes sweating, and he especially dislikes the feeling of his hair sticking to his forehead.

Before junior high school, he looked like a telephone pole, skinny and slender. Back then, there was no Douyin (TikTok). Xie Qingyan saved many photos of handsome guys shirtless from Weibo, all of whom had clearly defined abdominal muscles. She would swoon over them, then turn to Su Xingmao, who was quietly doing his homework, and say with disgust, "He's just a skinny monkey."

His expression was blank, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The next morning, Xie Qingyan drew back the curtains and saw Su Xingmao jogging on the mountain path. When he returned, his black stockings were soaked with sweat. He glanced at her calmly as she left, and then they passed each other.

The keypad door opened, the wall lamp cast a dim light, and the two stepped into the entryway. The wind that blew as the door closed blew her hair onto his face, carrying a delicate fragrance. Su Xingmao felt dazed.

Even after returning to his room, the heat in his cheeks only intensified.

Xie Qingyan found it hard to believe that she had just been deliberately picky with Su Xingmao, saying, "Who cares about clothes? You have to take them off so I can touch them."

Su Xingmao refused to take off his shirt himself, insisting on grabbing her hand and forcing her to untie it herself, as if she were unwrapping a beautifully wrapped gift. When his fingers slid down to the lower edge of his Adam's apple, his body stiffened for a moment, and Xie Qingyan also stopped.

His voice suddenly went hoarse, his ears turned red, and he coldly commanded, "Continue."

As the buttons were undone one by one, the thin, smooth, and aesthetically pleasing curves of the body were gradually revealed. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the body was still developing, with a balance of strength and slenderness. The pectoral muscles were thin and not exaggerated, while the waist and abdomen had clearly defined muscle contours, with the V-line winding away and disappearing under the black pants.

On top of the boy's dense and strong bones, there is a thin layer of just the right amount of muscle.

He's muscular when he takes off his clothes, lean but not skinny.

Su Xingmao has a conservative and old-fashioned style of dressing. When he was in school, he wore his school uniform properly. At home, he always wore the same white shirt and black pants, covering himself up all year round, and rarely wore short sleeves even in the middle of summer.

The skin, untouched by the sun, reflected the moonlight, delicate and smooth, like snow or crane feathers.

Clean and youthful, with an upper body as beautiful as a sculpture.

Xie Qingyan stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. His art student instincts kicked in, and his first thought was—he's perfect for sketching.

As Xie Qingyan's soft, delicate hands touched him, Su Xingmao's eyes were shrouded in a thin mist, his emotions churning within it.

She touched her abdomen from the two light-colored nipples on her chest.

Xie Qingyan was like a scholar examining a fine specimen with a magnifying glass. His lust gradually arose, his curiosity overcame his shyness, and his courage soared. He meticulously caressed the specimen, marveling at it with every sound.

Fingers that hold paintbrushes year-round are not smooth; they are like the thin, sharp stalks of grass. Wherever they move, a persistent itch arises, as if seeds are being sown, and dense weeds grow from within the skin, their roots penetrating deep into the blood vessels and winding their way to the heart.

His heart was tightly bound, and his breathing suddenly became erratic and gradually heavy.

Why didn't you show it to me sooner?

If he had taken off his clothes earlier to seduce her, she definitely wouldn't have been able to resist.

She gazed at the constellation Mao, and her heart suddenly fluttered.

It's hard to describe the contrast. He was deliberately lifting his clothes to show her, and he was breathing heavily, his breath coming out in a slightly hoarse, barely suppressed sound, as if he was trying to seduce her. Yet, his face remained calm and composed, and he didn't say a word, just staring at her.

"When I touch you... how do you feel?" Xie Qingyan looked up, and if it weren't for the blush that had risen on his cheeks and behind his ears, she would have thought he was indifferent.

What's wrong with him? No matter how aloof and indifferent he acts, he probably actually loves it when she touches him, doesn't he? She couldn't help but feel smug and teasingly asked, "Do you feel good?"

Will it feel comfortable? Will it feel the same as when he touched her before?

His vision flashed back, and the image of his fingers being inserted into his body suddenly replayed in his mind. Xie Qingyan was struck dumb and abruptly clamped his legs together.

She tapped the flames with her finger, her blood seemed to boil, and her heart burned fiercely.

It's more than just comfortable.

He stared blankly at the swaying light on the ceiling and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

She never understood what she meant to him—both an aphrodisiac and a poison.

Xie Qingyan once wrote about his sexual fetishes in the comments of one of the chapters of a comic.

But she didn't know that he had a sexual fetish for her.

Su Xingmao restrained his expression, his lips pressed tightly together, his mind in turmoil.

He didn't answer; the black pants that were pushed up against his lower body spoke for him, and his physiological reaction was obvious.

Can I say that?

He said he wanted to have sex with her, insert his penis into her vagina, fill her belly with semen, and kiss her mouth until it was ruined.

Su Xingmao thought indifferently.

Xie Qingyan bit her lip as she looked at his erect penis.

As if facing a formidable enemy.

He gazed at her, his eyes growing increasingly dark. The atmosphere suddenly changed; neither of them spoke, the air was silent, yet sparks could be heard crackling and popping, and an ambiguous tension was ignited.

Their eyes met, their movements froze, and she dared not touch him any further. Reluctantly withdrawing her mischievous hand, she moved her hips back, trying to get away from him discreetly.

"Um, I'm... a little sleepy, you should go to sleep early." She frantically tried to escape.