Kiss

Hunbu shook his head and said, "It's just a minor scrape." Wu Mei came to carefully examine Zhou Qianling's body. There were no wounds, but she was still worried and asked, "Are you injured anywhere else?"

"No more." In fact, there was a dull pain in some places. There were some stones and pebbles rolling down at that time, so there might be some bruises on the back, but it was not a big deal.

The hotel's mugwort aroma made her drowsy. Wu Mei came and saw her eyelids slowly closing and opening, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to take a bath and sleep for a while?"

Seeing the person staggering into the bathroom, Wu Meilai thought of her injury and asked uncomfortably, "Can you wash yourself?"

The door was halfway open, and the lazy man leaned against the door frame, raised his eyelids, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "If you can't, can you help me wash it?"

The words seemed to be a pause button, stopping everything around them except for the water droplets slowly sliding down the glass window.

"Okay." A voice as cool as a mountain spring sounded.

You can wash it yourself.

The half-open bathroom door closed with a crash, and the sound of car horns and rain finally disappeared.

Boom, boom, boom.

Wu Meilai gently opened the glass door and came to the balcony, then gently closed it before she dared to take a breath.

She hadn't interacted with anyone for a long time, but she knew that this wasn't the way it was between friends.

Shouldn't it?

It is said that peach blossom eyes are the most affectionate. Zhou Qianling's eyes seem to be able to speak, but she can't understand them. After all, love words cannot be said to a woman like her.

Maybe it’s the special way city dwellers socialize.

Feeling relieved, Wu Meilai took out her phone, connected to the hotel's Wi-Fi, and ordered takeout. This was her first time ordering takeout, and she had just downloaded the app.

Recalling Zhou Qianling's actions, Wu Meilai copied him and chose two nightgowns. Worried that the other party would be hungry at night, she bought some snacks. Before checking out, she saw the ten yuan delivery fee and paused for a few seconds. Finally, she gritted her teeth and placed the order.

Sure enough, these strange and exotic things are expensive, Wu Meilai thought so, not realizing that it was just that the airport hotel was too remote.

The raindrops hit the awning, making a continuous sound, and were then drowned out by the sound of the plane engine.

Wu Mei took a look at the bathroom, and saw wisps of white mist coming out from the gaps.

In a trance, she saw the dream again.

The slipping strap, the beating heart in my palm, and...

The phone suddenly rang, startling Wu Meilai and subconsciously looking towards the bathroom again. The white mist and the sound of water were still there.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

After receiving the takeaway, Wu Meilai took her time getting into the elevator. When she pressed the floor button, she saw herself with a bitter face as she looked through the shiny elevator door.

Why did I suddenly have such an indecent dream?

After swiping her card and entering, she saw the bathroom door open. Wu Meilai felt a little nervous, but when she saw someone wrapped in a towel and drying their hair at the head of the bed, she slowly relaxed.

Her long hair was blown up and down by the warm wind, occasionally revealing her smooth skin. Wu Meilai silently looked away and sat quietly at the end of the bed.

The humid air is mixed with the fragrance of shower gel. It is an unfamiliar smell, but if you feel it carefully, you can smell a familiar scent.

Wu Meilai felt uncomfortable just sitting there and couldn't sit still, so she put her skirts out, took one of them and went into the bathroom.

When she came out again, she had changed into her nightgown. She was sitting on the headboard with her legs crossed, reading a hotel magazine. The old-fashioned rose-red dress gave her a retro and low-key feel.

Perhaps because he had been peeking for too long, Zhou Qianling lowered the magazine in his hand a few degrees, gently raised his eyelids, and slightly curved the corners of his mouth, looking like he was smiling.

Being caught red-handed, Wu Meilai's heart skipped a beat. She asked with a stern face, "Is the air conditioner cold?"

"It's okay." She moved her legs and put her other foot on top. Her light pink nail polish shimmered like waves in the dim light.

Wu Meilai suddenly discovered that even the toes of good-looking people are good-looking.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Zhou Qianling suddenly asked.

"I, let me blow-dry my hair first." Wu Meilai avoided the sight, took out the hair dryer and plugged it in on her own end.

They booked a double room for the simple reason that it was on special offer and cheap.

When it was half dry, she felt the mattress bounce slightly from time to time. She turned her head to look and saw Zhou Qianling frowning, sitting up straight and pinching his shoulders.

The rumbling noise stopped.

"Does your shoulder hurt?"

Zhou Qianling stopped and shook his head.

With a creaking sound, the white quilt fell down. Wu Meilai crawled over to the other side and said, "Let me see."

Zhou Qianling raised his eyebrows, looked at her slightly cold face, and after a while turned sideways with his back to her.

Wu Meilai gently parted her hair, and after seeing the whole picture, she pursed her lips tightly.

There was a fist-sized bruise on the back of his shoulder, with a deep purple tint in the middle.

Wu Meilai stretched out her index finger, touched it and curled up for a moment, but finally she gently stroked it with trembling fingertips, worried about hurting her.

"How can you say it's okay?" His voice trembled slightly. "Go to the hospital."

"It's really okay." Zhou Qianling couldn't stand the itch, so he turned around and grabbed her wrist to comfort her. He was stunned when his eyes met hers.

It is as red as a little rabbit, with a faint watery sheen.

It seems like they can be coaxed and bullied at will.

Zhou Qianling released his hand, rubbed the red corners of his eyes with his fingertips, raised his thin lips slightly, and coaxed: "Can you give me a kiss to relieve the pain?"

She turned around and thoughtfully lifted the scattered hair to her chest. She knew that a woman with a guilty and grateful heart would not refuse.

As she thought, even though such a request was so strange, Wu Meilai didn't think much about it, or rather, she didn't think about anything at all. She bent down, lowered her head, and kissed lightly.

It wasn't quite right to call it a kiss, it was just the pressing of the skin of my lips against the skin of my shoulder.

Less than a second later, he left.

Zhou Qianling was just talking about it for a while, but Wu Meilai took the initiative to stick close to him again, as if something was attracting her.

The brain is controlled by an unknown substance, and it becomes a mess and drowsy.

The temperature beneath his lips was slightly lower than his own, and felt smooth as silk. A subtle milky scent filled his nose, perhaps the scent of shower gel, or perhaps melted butter on a summer's day.

Thirsty.

Wu Meilai opened her mouth, like a fish swimming in water, opening and closing it on this piece of skin, trying to get water.

Their shoulder cuffs were wrinkled, but neither of them noticed.

The gentle bites/kisses on the shoulders made people tremble. Zhou Qianling relaxed his spine, bending it into a beautiful arc, chuckling and curling his hair, coaxing: "There are still many on the back."

Wu Meilai knelt behind her, pretending not to hear anything. She instinctively let her lips follow the falling clothes, and her palms slid down from her shoulders, rubbing her arms, forearms, and wrists. Finally, she supported herself on the bed, hunched over, and from a distance she looked like she was kneeling in submission.

Wu Meilai knew nothing about this. The warm and delicate touch was as addictive as nicotine. She felt like she had drunk aged rice wine. She was dizzy and used the softest part of her body, which was full of neurons, to feel the vertebrae beneath her skin.

It seems that it is not enough and something more needs to be done.

Following the instinct in her genes, when she reached the lumbar vertebrae, she extended the tip of her tongue, pressed it against the joint, and sucked it with a little force.

"Um……"

The familiar yet unfamiliar humming sound was like a basin of cold water, poured over the head of the "simple" rural woman who was blinded by lust.

Wu Meilai woke up as if from a dream, and realized what she was doing. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and her eyes suddenly snapped open like a bow with a broken string.

The sound of wooden boards colliding rang out like a chorus. Zhou Qianling turned around and saw only two feet raised by the bed.

Phew.

Wu Mei had no time to care about the back of her head hitting the ground. She kicked her feet in the air in panic, flattened her upside-down body and climbed up.

When he looked up, he saw a hint of teasing in his usually gentle and polite eyes.

Wu Meilai hurriedly lowered her head and awkwardly tidied up her messy nightgown. When she saw the two feet stepping on the wooden floor, she couldn't help but lift her right foot and step on her left foot, with her toes curled up uneasily.

Because of years of working in the mountains and fields, her feet are not as white and slender as Zhou Qianling's.

I rubbed my heel and found a rough callus.

"Why are you so careless?" There was a hint of smile in the concerned question.

The woman with her head down raised her eyelashes in an inquiring manner, and when she touched the person on the bed, she looked at the back of her feet again as if she was burned.

"You, put on your clothes."

There was a soft laugh, followed by the rustling of fabric. "Alright."