Chapter 70 Chapter 70 My cousin with facial paralysis... secretly...

Yu Mansion.

Yu Sixie's bathroom was filled with steam and the soothing aroma of essential oils.

The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror was covered with a thin layer of white mist, vaguely reflecting Xitong's figure.

She had just finished taking a shower and was standing barefoot on the soft carpet.

The aftereffects of the alcohol had not yet completely faded, leaving a layer of light, alluring pink on her fair skin, spreading from her cheeks to her neck, collarbone, and even further down.

The body curves in the mirror are exquisite, the shoulders and neck lines are beautiful, and the collarbone is delicate and distinct.

Her plump breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, standing upright and pink.

The waist is slender, not even thick enough to be held in one hand, and the smooth lines extend downwards, connecting the plump and perky buttocks and the straight and slender legs.

She leaned slightly to the side, and under the influence of alcohol, she looked at the body in the mirror with a blurry gaze, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

His fingertips unconsciously lifted up, gently brushing his hot cheeks, sliding down the side of his neck, passing over his sensitive collarbone, and finally stopping on the soft curve of his chest.

The cool fingertips touched the hot skin, causing a slight shiver.

An inexplicable feeling of emptiness quietly grows from deep within the body, accompanied by the heat brought by alcohol, gradually becoming clearer and more vigorous, becoming a primitive desire that is difficult to ignore.

Xitong looked at the woman in the mirror whose eyes were moving, whose face was flushed, and whose body was trembling slightly due to the slightest touch. A possessive desire that was both strange and familiar arose spontaneously.

She did not regain her memory.

At that moment on the bridge, she didn't understand why she suddenly stopped being angry.

The surging anger and disappointment seemed to be suddenly cut off by an invisible gate, and was replaced by an almost instinctive, emotion-free calmness and even... playfulness.

It was as if another soul that had been sleeping in the body for a long time was quietly awakened at that moment.

At this moment, facing the body in the mirror, that voice seemed to echo faintly in the depths of my mind again, gentle, mature, with a hint of the laziness and insight of someone who has experienced the world:

[Xitong, don't be angry, it's not worth it...]

Enjoy life...

【As a man... you should use him. 】

This sound is not a real hearing, but more like an intuition and understanding from deep within the instinct.

It guided her, soothed her, and ignited her.

Desire grew from that inexplicable emptiness, wrapping around her limbs like vines.

…

The lights in the master bedroom were dimmed, leaving only two warm yellow wall lamps at the head of the bed, casting an ambiguous and hazy glow.

The air is filled with the scent of freshly applied body cream, with notes of white musk and iris.

Sweet, warm and tempting.

Xitong was wearing a silk nightgown and reclining in the middle of the huge, soft bed.

The silk fabric fits the curves of the body smoothly, the robe belt is tied loosely, and the collar is slightly open, revealing a small piece of skin that has been carefully cared for and has a delicate glow.

Alcohol made her nerves more relaxed and sensitive than usual, and a subtle mixture of anticipation and unknown tension was stirring in her veins.

Listening to the continuous sound of water in the other bathroom, Xitong frowned in some surprise.

What took so long? She's already washed.

Just as her thoughts were drifting, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. A moment later, the door was pushed open.

The misty water vapor came out first, and then Yu Sixie walked out.

The ends of the man's hair were still dripping with water, and the water droplets rolled down his neck, across his well-defined chest and tight abdominal muscles, and finally sank into the white bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Her body exuded the scent of the same shower gel as Xitong, mixed with the hot steam from just getting out of the bath.

Xitong's eyes involuntarily followed the water droplets, and her heartbeat suddenly became disordered.

When Yu Sixie raised his eyes, and his black eyes, soaked in moisture, accurately captured her, Xi Tong unconsciously shrank back and subconsciously clutched the collar of her nightgown.

The man seemed unaware of her nervousness and fear, and walked closer step by step, as calmly as a leopard locking onto its prey.

The soft carpet swallowed up the sound of his footsteps, leaving only the overwhelming sense of his presence drawing closer.

The mattress sagged under his weight.

Yu Sixie sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Xi Tong sideways, his eyes slowly and carefully examining her from head to toe.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice particularly low and hoarse due to suppression: "It's not too late to regret now."

Xitong's heart was pounding so hard that it almost burst out of his chest.

The alcohol made her bolder, but it also amplified her senses. The visual impact of his gaze, his breath, and his nearly naked body made her dizzy.

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still followed the inexplicable impulse at that moment on the bridge, met his gaze, and whispered: "...I won't regret it."

However, the extra, dry, white towel draped over Yu Sixie's arm made Xi Tong a little confused: "What...are you doing with a towel? Aren't you already wearing one?"

Yu Sixie looked at the woman in front of him who was asking questions in a daze, his Adam's apple rolled and he chuckled softly. The laughter was filled with an indescribable deep meaning.

Apparently, she didn't regain her memory.

And he was committing a crime...to a "girl" who "knew nothing."

Yu Sixie did not answer Xi Tong's question.

The next second, his hot, dry hands suddenly grabbed her slender ankles.

When her slightly cool skin touched his hot palm, Xitong cried out in surprise and tried to curl up, but was gently pulled away by his irresistible force.

Yu Sixie spread the clean bath towel on the edge of the bed.

Then, he leaned over, put one hand through Xitong's knees, and put the other hand around her back, easily picked her up sideways, and then gently put her down, letting her buttocks fall on the edge of the bath towel that had just been laid out.

This posture made her half leaning and half sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs slightly hanging in the air.

Xi Tong was completely stunned, her mind was blank: "You...what are you doing?"

Yu Sixie still didn't answer. He walked around the bed and squatted in front of her.

This posture made him almost eye-level with her, but gave her the illusion of submission. However, the dark fire surging in his eyes revealed who was the real controller.

The warm palm grasped her calf again, gently but firmly, and spread her legs apart.

The hem of the silk nightgown was forced to pile up because of this action, barely covering the most private parts, but at the same time exposing more of the white and soft skin at the base of the legs.

It's a vacuum inside.

A chill and a feeling of being exposed without any cover came over Xitong, and her skin turned pink with embarrassment. Her toes curled up nervously, and she subconsciously tried to close her legs, but he gently and stubbornly stopped her.

"Don't……"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, with a crying tone, and she almost fainted from shame.

Yu Sixie's gaze was as calm as the sea, yet it contained a storm. He stared, his eyes as focused as those of the most devout believer, or the most greedy gourmet.

Then, he made a move that completely shut down Xitong's brain—

He lowered his head, and his tall nose touched the tender core.

"ah……"

This is just the beginning.

For Xitong, who had no experience in her memory and whose body had been virgin for a long time, this kind of overly direct and stimulating intimacy was simply impossible to resist.

The man's lips and tongue seemed to have magic. Every touch, every suck, and every exploration precisely ground into her most fragile and sensitive nerves.

The pleasure was fierce and unfamiliar, sweeping away all her rationality in an instant like a tsunami.

She twisted her waist in vain, her fingers helplessly inserted into his wet hair, trying to push him away, but she couldn't help but push herself closer.

Broken moans and whimpers escaped his lips uncontrollably.

Not long after, in a spasm so violent that it almost suffocated her, white light exploded before her eyes.

His body seemed to have been drained of all strength, and he collapsed limply on the edge of the bed, his eyes unfocused, his mouth slightly open as he gasped, his whole body stunned, as if he couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

Yu Sixie raised his head; his chin, lips, and even the tip of his nose were all wet, gleaming with an ambiguous light under the dim light.

He looked at her completely confused and helpless appearance, his eyes darkening surprisingly.

However, he didn't give her any breathing space.

He stood up, leaned over and kissed her slightly open red lips, transferring all the scent that belonged to her on his lips. This kiss was strong and possessive and could not be refused.

“Um… no…”

Xitong was so short of breath from the kiss that her body was so sensitive that it was vulnerable.

The tiny moans turned into unbearable cries.

When Xi Tong was already so exhausted that her eyes were blurred, she rolled her eyes slightly and whimpered softly, "No more... I really can't take it anymore...", Yu Sixie finally started the real show.

The night is still long.

…

Yu Ziche stood outside Yu Sixie's bedroom door, his heart in turmoil.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. It was as if he was being used as a pawn by Xueying, that innocent-looking woman. Not only did he almost cause a quarrel between his cousin and sister-in-law, he also looked like a complete idiot.

He clutched his cell phone, which still contained the disgusting records of his flirting with Xueying. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He decided to find Xitong to confess and apologize, at least... he had to let his sister-in-law know that he didn't mean it.

He took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door, but found that the heavy wooden door was not closed tightly, leaving a thin gap.

There seems to be... a sound inside?

It wasn't a sound of talking, but an extremely subtle, suppressed, intermittent... sobbing?

It was more like some kind of unbearable yet addictive panting, mixed with strange tiny sounds, leaking out from the crack in the door.

"ah--!"

The woman's moan in the room suddenly rose in pitch, turning into a long, seductive cry, and her instep instantly stretched straight.

Yu Ziche's heart skipped a beat and he stopped moving for some unknown reason. He held his breath and moved closer to the crack in the door.

The field of view is extremely limited.

He could see no more than a glimpse of warm yellow light coming from the direction of the bathroom and a small area of ​​carpet at the edge of the light, near the door.

There, a slender white ankle rested limply on the edge of the carpet.

The arch of that foot was very tight, the five round toes were curled up tightly together, and the instep was slightly arched, showing an extremely sensitive and fragile posture.

Under the delicate skin, you can vaguely see light blue blood vessels.

Along with the foot sometimes tensing and sometimes trembling slightly, there was a clearer, blushing sound from inside the door, as well as the man's extremely low, sexy, vaguely soothing murmur...

All of Yu Ziche's blood rushed to his head with a "boom"!

He instantly understood what was happening inside!

An extremely strong sense of stimulation suddenly grabbed him, and he reacted almost immediately. His body tensed up and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

The thoughts of apologizing in my mind were instantly crushed by the huge impact of eavesdropping!

His cousin who usually looked cold and serious, and seemed to have no interest in sex... was actually... so playful in private?!

So... troublesome?!

Intense jealousy and a perverse sense of excitement intertwined together, making his mouth dry.

Yu Ziche took a step back suddenly, his heart beating wildly as if he was scalded.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone and opened the chat box with Xueying with trembling fingers.

The text that had been written earlier, intending to blame and scold her, was quickly deleted.

Instead, there was a wicked and eager flirtation:

[Baby, what are you doing? I'm not in a good mood, want to go out for a drink?]

After sending it, he took a last look at the crack in the door and the jade foot that was still trembling slightly. His Adam's apple rolled violently, and he fled the scene quickly and lightly like a thief.