057 | (Fifty-six) Is it possible to make the sun rise? h

Xie Qingyan's fingers were weak, and she couldn't wait to take a shower. She got up from the bedside, crawled a few steps on her knees, and suddenly her body was lifted up by a pair of strong arms.

Before she could react, the boy strode forward, his feet barely touching the ground, and in a few quick steps, he placed her into the large bathtub that came with the bedroom.

Xie Qingyan deeply regretted that when choosing the bathtub, she had specifically asked Ms. Xie Jinyu to pick a large and spacious one so that Su Xingmao's tall body could also squeeze in comfortably.

The once spacious area suddenly became cramped and narrow, and no matter where they hid, they couldn't leave his arm. A solid little mountain pressed down behind them, casting a large shadow from above.

He's shameless, you can't scold him or push him away. Xie Qingyan kept babbling on and on, telling him to get lost!

Su Xingmao seemed to have developed an invincible shield, isolating himself from the noise and attacks, and began to pretend to be deaf and dumb, ignoring her shouts and curses.

He simply grasped the girl's slender shoulders without making a sound, his fingers silently reaching down, stroking her smooth skin, and flowing down to her legs, turning the clear water murky with a few strokes.

Xie Qingyan could no longer bear it and kicked him backward with her legs like a rabbit.

"Are you ever going to stop?"

The boy raised an eyebrow, pressed down on her legs, and asked abruptly, "Want to block me inside?"

...Xie Qingyan was frozen in place by a spell and fell silent.

"Spread your legs a little wider." He patted Xie Qingyan's little bottom and glanced at her tightly clenched thighs. "I'll help you get it out."

Xie Qingyan comforted himself, saying that patience would bring peace, and this was something he had to do.

Although it wasn't the first time that Su Xingmao had spread his legs, every time he met those calm and indifferent eyes that looked at everything.

I felt it was shameful.

What's even more shameful is that every time I'm looked at so coldly by him, my heart burns fiercely with a kind of indescribable, secret pleasure.

Xie Qingyan's teeth were sunken into his lip... This was so strange.

His eyes were clearly cold; a single glance from him would transport you back to the dead of winter, freezing you to the bone and making you shake off the snow.

It burned her terribly when it landed on her, as if she were being scorched by a transparent flame while traveling through the air.

The boy's bony fingers, dipped in the warm water of the bathtub, plunging in without hesitation.

The acupoint that had just been opened up closed again in no more than ten minutes. The small, round opening that had widened when the penis withdrew had closed down to just a narrow slit, greedily swallowing the semen into the body.

Xie Qingyan felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, and the fullness of being filled again made her writhe uncontrollably, moaning softly.

"...Hurry up." She was unwilling to admit that there was a hot flow in her lower abdomen that needed to be released, so she just opened her mouth to urge him.

Let's finish this quickly... We can't let Su Xing Mao discover any other clues.

Su Xingmao put his two fingers together and dug into the passage. The narrow cavity was full of tender flesh, which was full of vitality. It was attracted by the foreign object and squeezed the finger bones from all directions, as if it wanted to eat it or squeeze it out.

Difficulty swallowing and spitting, and stiffness in and out of the knuckles.

"Don't pinch me." Su Xingmao said in a deep voice, and slapped her arm again.

Xie Qingyan's thigh muscles tensed and trembled slightly as she retorted loudly, "I didn't clamp it!"

…Su Xingmao remained silent, pursing his lips. His fingertips were being squeezed more intensely, the soft flesh layered upon layer, sucking on his fingers.

His thoughts wandered, and for a moment he fantasized that it wouldn't just be his fingers probing into her body, but his genitals being inserted again—Su Xingmao closed his eyes, pausing his chaotic thoughts.

He secretly pondered the key points, put two fingers together, inserted them, bent them, and then pulled them back in again, repeating this process. He drew out strands of turbid white liquid from between his muscles, which floated on the surface of the water, making the water flow increasingly murky.

"I ate a lot." He spread out his hand to show her, the white liquid clinging to the gaps between his knuckles, diluted by water, was no longer as thick as before, the faint white dots like snowflakes.

Disgusting, who wants to see his semen?

"What's it to me!" Xie Qingyan slapped his hand in frustration, feeling both ashamed and angry. It was all his fault for shooting so much inside.

Su Xingmao released the water again, turned his head and asked in a muffled voice, "Can I lick it?"

He held his fingers, which were mixed with their bodily fluids, to her cheek.

Xie Qingyan's eyes widened, and she pushed his hand away: "You're dreaming."

"What a pity." Su Xingmao saw that she was unwilling and did not force her.

He raised his hand with a look of regret, observed it silently for a while, then placed it to his lips, wrapped his tongue around his finger, and gently sucked on it.

Xie Qingyan stared blankly, dumbfounded.

The scene was so shocking that I forgot to blink, staring in disbelief as Su Xingmao calmly licked his fingers. Extremely focused, his broad, bright red tongue traced the knuckles, from top to bottom, down the slender fingers to the palm, leaving the joints glistening with saliva.

He didn't even try to hide it...did he not mind at all that he and she were together?

A strange and unbelievable feeling.

Su Xingmao's idea didn't seem to stem entirely from any erotic purpose. Xie Qingyan could tell that he was probing with his eyes and tasting with his tongue. He was doing this with the rigor of approaching an academic proposition, grasping both theory and practice. It was as if he was simply thinking, what would their things smell like when mixed together? So he lowered his head and put his finger in his mouth.

Just as people are instinctively curious when facing the unknown, they want to discuss it with others after trying it.

A certain bizarre and peculiar learning mentality, only the research subject is her.

Xie Qingyan felt a chill run down her spine.

He lowered his hand and asked her, "Would you like to try some?"

The finger then emerged from her acupoint, still bearing... remnants.

Xie Qingyan decisively shook her head and refused.

However, the next second, she was even more speechless, with only muffled sounds escaping her lips.

Su Xingmao, that bastard, not only licked her own hands, but also, the moment he put his hand down, pressed Xie Qingyan's head down, gripping her delicate nape with unquestionable force.

Like carrying a kitten.

Squeeze it tight.

Push forward.

The boy's eyes were serene, and silvery moonlight flowed in them.

His hot breath sprayed onto my face, and he kissed me.

Xie Qingyan was caught off guard.

The star of the constellation, Mao, was extremely domineering. He immediately pried open her lips and teeth, quickly wrapped his tongue around her, and danced with her tongue, which kept trying to escape.

She tried to back away, but he chased after her, his jawline drooping in a sharp curve, his prominent Adam's apple especially noticeable when he swallowed, constantly bobbing up and down.

With each step forward and backward, Xie Qingyan was trapped in the small space between the tub and his arm, his spine pressed against the edge of the tub, against the cold white porcelain, while a hot body stood in front of him.

His tongue lingered on hers, his brows lowered, and his gaze remained fixed on her.

The gentle affectation vanished, replaced by an inescapable dominance.

Xie Qingyan tried to push him away, but was only kissed more fiercely. His teeth ground into her lips, almost drawing blood. A faint taste of rust lingered between his lips and teeth. His hands gripped her shoulders and neck with tremendous force, making her bones ache and go numb.

Su Xingmao bit her.

Their tongues entwined, their saliva flowing freely.

Their saliva, breath, and taste were completely mingled in this fierce and unrestrained kiss.

The sound of their kissing filled the air as he sucked recklessly, his soft, sticky tongue teasing and circling her rosy little tongue, inching over her mouth and swallowing her saliva.

Xie Qingyan's tongue went numb from being sucked, and her face turned as red as a tomato. The extremely aggressive kiss left her breathless.

Every second felt incredibly long.

Unable to distinguish the passage of time.

After a long while, Su Xingmao released her, mercifully reminding her, "Inhale."

"Phew..." Xie Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, his fingers braced on the edge of the bathtub, half of his body hooked by his arm, slumped over the edge of the tub, his mouth agape as he gasped for air, his chest heaving, still not fully recovered.

Su Xingmao looked out the window. The mountainside was shrouded in mist, which swirled around the treetops like a thin veil, casting dappled shadows. The sky was still a deep gray-blue, and the moon playfully peeked out from behind the clouds, looking down at the world.

Looking back at Xie Qingyan one last time, the sky was reflected in her eyes.

Clumps of dew, glistening with mist, soaked through the air, indistinguishable from the misty, azure sky during the rainy season.

How beautiful.

Su Xingmao gazed at her for a long time, time slowing down, pausing this moment, freezing it for a long time, until it was engraved in his heart.

He gently touched the corner of her eye with his finger and asked softly, "We can do it again..."

He paused for a moment, then composed himself and asked, "Can we make the sun rise?"

Is he crazy?

"Cough cough..." Xie Qingyan was panting heavily, unable to catch his breath, and coughed violently.

She was terrified.