078｜(Seventy-seven) Love and desire? Appetite.

"Yan Yan".

Xie Qingyan stood in front of the counter for a long time until a call reached her ears.

As if waking from a dream, she came to her senses and turned her head away from the shop window.

A wave of fear washed over me.

Just now, Xie Qingyan was smugly laughing at Su Xingmao, saying that he was so stupid from the fever that he could even act cute.

How could he be stupid? He's utterly wicked, a cunning schemer who plots every step of the way, feigning weakness to lure her in, laying his cards on the table, leaving nothing hidden, waiting for her to come closer, waiting for her to personally expose him, wanting her to see, and wanting her to stare wide-eyed and examine him closely.

Without uttering a single word, he clearly and plainly conveyed his sinister intentions to her.

—Yes, you're always right.

Her malicious speculations were true, but so what? Could she still escape?

Su Xingmao's mind is terrifyingly deep. Xie Qingyan didn't even know how to curse him. Calling him a pervert would be too lenient.

"Little cat?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Su Xingmao called to her gently.

Xie Qingyan was speechless with shock. This utterly despicable guy had shaken her, stirred up a storm in her heart, and turned her world upside down.

He, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, pulling her to sit down at the foot of the bed, taking her hand, and gently stroking a strand of her hair in his palm.

The thick, glossy black hair, with fine, delicate strands, is clearly visible when run through the fingers.

Su Xingmao really liked Xie Qingyan's hair.

During the days he followed behind her, what he saw most often was her swaying ponytail, which looked like a swing when tied up, swinging back and forth as she walked, and like a black waterfall when let down, with lush green clouds.

She possessed a vibrant and passionate life force that he had never had. He gazed at her for a long time, and if he could accidentally touch her with his hand while she was taking a nap, he would always cherish it.

She was unaware that a strand of her hair, which had fallen out, was hidden in a compartment of one of the books in the cupboard.

Different lengths and thicknesses, it took him a long time, spanning several years, to patiently collect them before he could tie them into a small strand to use as a bookmark.

Every time I turn the page, I seem to smell the faint citrus scent of her hair, even though it's just an illusion.

Su Xingmao looked at her, his handsome brows slowly relaxing, thoroughly enjoying the intimate moment with her.

There are many things she doesn't know.

If she's willing.

He will tell her slowly.

Unaware of anything amiss, Xie Qingyan was coldly observing Su Xingmao.

"Don't touch me." She said sternly, pulling her hand away from his grasp.

"Why?" Su Xingmao lowered his eyelashes, his gaze lingering on her face for a long time, a puzzled expression on his face. "Are you unhappy?"

Xie Qingyan wanted to roll his eyes. Anyone would be upset if they saw someone openly coveting and spying on them. Was he pretending?

"You clearly really like the comics you read."

He recalled the explicit and even lewd titles in her bookmarks, his clear, mirror-like eyes watching her intently, as if he could see right through her thoughts.

"Stalking, drugging, surveillance, imprisonment, coercion... you like all of these things, even more extreme than what I'm doing now, don't you?"

Nonsense!

How could she... no.

like.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xie Qingyan's face burned, turning bright red in an instant.

That guy is shameless. He only looked at her phone for a little while, why did he remember so much?

Annoyingly good memory.

She raised her voice and shouted in a bluffing tone, "I'm just looking. Besides, don't you men watch porn?"

“I haven’t seen it,” Su Xingmao replied, pursing his lips. “I’ve only seen you.”

All his ideas and practices regarding the female body came from Xie Qingyan.

……All right.

I've only ever seen her.

Xie Qingyan felt a little pleased, but then he became smug. She was clever and beautiful, and everyone liked her. He was so lucky.

"It's your honor to be able to read my work, okay? Besides, comics are comics, not reality."

Justified and confident.

“Is that so?” Su Xingmao didn’t respond, and composed himself: “In reality, the kitten doesn’t mind having sex with me.”

"Who says I'm not disgusted?" Xie Qingyan vehemently retorted, distancing herself from the situation: "You seduced me."

"Yes, it was I who seduced you."

Faced with her desires, Su Xingmao had a natural frankness and was not ashamed to admit it: "Xie Qingyan, then you can answer why you would feel so good that you wet the sheets when you were being fucked."

"Bullshit!" In contrast to him, Xie Qingyan's face was so red it was about to explode, and she wished she could tear his mouth apart and make him shut up: "I didn't roll the bed at all... You'd be the one who enjoys it."

"I'm so angry! I'm so furious!" Xie Qingyan glared at him, her eyes practically spitting fire.

Su Xingmao, that cold-on-the-outside-but-secretly-sexual pervert, is so annoying.

How could I possibly say she was wet?

Even though he ejaculated more, and his semen was thick and viscous, making her lower abdomen bloated, she still insisted on holding it in all night.

"How clever!"

A slight smile played on her flushed face, and her eyes, like scythes, were half-curved. Su Xingmao tilted his head to look at her, lazily raising a hand to pick up a strand of hair from her temple.

"When I was fucking you, I really—"

"That feels so good."

The boy's wet, red tongue darted out of his mouth, gently licking his lips. His saliva made his thin, beautiful lips wet and shiny. He smiled and spoke lightly.

"What should I do? Just thinking about how the kitten looks with semen on it makes me want to fuck it again."

This ambiguous distance, coupled with overly vulgar topics, made the atmosphere increasingly awkward.

Xie Qingyan could clearly feel the subtle sense of oppression that came from him leaning closer.

Like an aphrodisiac.

Her inner thighs felt a little hot, and her body sensed the dampness before she did.

Xie Qingyan felt ashamed that he had aroused her with just a few words. She awkwardly squeezed her legs together and moved her buttocks back, trying to get away from him.

Su Xingmao lowered his eyes, but the subtle movements of the person in front of him did not escape his notice.

He gripped the back of her neck with one hand and suddenly moved closer to her. His young body radiated an astonishing heat, a hot and burning body temperature that spread relentlessly from where their skin met.

The hand on her neck felt like a scorched boulder pressing down on her, heavy and burning hot.

The distance they had just fled was instantly closed by him.

Su Xingmao leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear.

As if to confirm the seduction she mentioned, he deliberately entices her.

His face remained aloof, but his breath was so hot, spraying onto the skin on the back of her neck.

Like a feather that had been burned, it tickled her earlobe, making her round earlobe turn red. With the boy's rising and falling breaths, a tingling, hot itch spread from behind her ear.

…This is too tempting. Xie Qingyan's heart wavered. She didn't expect Su Xingmao to be so seductive. She had poor self-control and couldn't resist.

They're about to surrender.

"Xie Qingyan".

Su Xingmao kissed her earlobe, calling her name in an incredibly soft voice, as if whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

But the words she uttered gave her goosebumps.

"I've missed you so much this week."

"Every time, I end up getting myself dirty."

He grabbed her jawbone with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He turned his face towards her, his long, narrow eyes meeting hers, revealing a weary coldness: "Tonight, the kitten will make it up to its master, won't it?"

His dark eyes were fixed on her.

Like a snake eyeing its prey.

"And the answer?"

"No..." Don't listen to her. Xie Qingyan refused softly, but the last word was swallowed by a hot, wet kiss.

A heavy shadow loomed over him, and he bit her with his lips, his kiss unrestrained and unrestrained. The moment their lips met, he pried open her mouth, his tongue fiercely sweeping into her soft lips, sucking on her tongue and biting her flesh, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"You answered incorrectly."

He smiled and said, "It's a promise."

For the past long week, Su Xing often felt hungry at dawn, his stomach rumbling. He ate a lot of food, chewing and swallowing, the food flowing into his throat, trying to fill his stomach, but even when his stomach was full, the feeling of hunger could not be relieved.

Shaped like a glutton, it is never satisfied.

Only when I saw her, got close to her, and smelled her did this insatiable hunger ease slightly. After she left, it intensified again, causing stomach cramps and a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

He swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that lust, perhaps, could also be considered appetite.

When you like someone, you want to devour them whole, from skin to soul, flesh and bone, inch by inch. Greed and possession become instincts, and every second you look at them is filled with the desire to eat.

I want to lick her skin, devour her tongue, and gnaw at her soul.

His tongue lingered in her mouth, his slightly pointed canines biting through her swollen lips. The fishy, ​​rusty taste mixed with sticky saliva spread between their lips and teeth.

He wanted to suck her saliva, blood, and love juice.

I really want to devour her.

I also really want to be eaten by her.

"Kiss me." Long, slender fingers gripped Xie Qingyan's throat, the knuckles slowly and deliberately closing around his neck.

The boy lowered his eyes and commanded in a low voice, "Bite me."