Chapter 117 Never Leave

The milky white feather lamp in the bedroom hangs from the ceiling, and the warm light slowly spreads over the end of the velvet bed like melted butter.

When Pei Yuezhou walked in holding Yu Zhi, she was still shaking her head in a half-asleep state, her cheeks flushed with alcohol, and even the fingers that were grabbing his collar were soft, with a hint of unconscious dependence.

He didn't put her on the bed directly. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, let her sit astride his legs, and put his palms on her waist and pulled her into his arms.

This posture made her completely sink into his arms, and even her breath was wrapped in the cedar scent on his body.

Yu Zhi sighed comfortably, nuzzling against his neck, her breath carrying a faint aroma of alcohol: "A Yue...you smell so good."

Pei Yuezhou didn't respond, but he tightened his arms around her waist a little.

Through her thin silk dress, my fingertips could feel the warm skin on her waist and abdomen, and even the subtle rise and fall of her breathing.

But this little bit of intimacy did not make him feel at ease. Instead, it brought back the image of Chen Jingran approaching her downstairs.

He knew clearly that she had only supported her shoulders, and that Yu Zhi hadn't noticed anything, but the damp possessiveness in his heart still grew like a vine, wrapping around him and making his heart tighten.

Yu Zhi felt a little suffocated in his embrace. She moved her body and wanted to look up, but he pressed her back into the crook of his neck: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

His voice was lower than usual, with a barely noticeable hoarseness, and even his breathing was heavier than usual.

At this moment, Yu Zhi finally came to her senses a little.

She tilted her head and rubbed her cheek against his jaw: "What's wrong with you?"

Her voice was still sticky with alcohol, "You seem unhappy."

Pei Yuezhou was silent for a few seconds before shaking his head gently: "No."

Although he said so, the hand around her waist tightened a little.

The warm light fell on his face, outlining his delicate features. His nose was high and his lips were clearly defined, but at this moment, this handsome face had lost its usual aloofness and was now filled with dependence.

He finally released his hand from the back of her head, but slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

One, two, the bony fingers glowed cold white in the warm light, the movements were slow as if brewing something, and the sound of buttons being unbuttoned was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

Yu Zhi's eyes were hooked by his hand. Looking at his exposed collarbone and the delicate luster of his skin under the light, she couldn't help laughing and poked his collarbone with her fingertips.

"What is our Ayue going to do?"

Pei Yuezhou didn't answer, but just held her hand and pressed it gently on his collarbone.

His skin was burning hot, as if on fire, even his breathing became rapid, his chest heaving slightly, and the paranoia in his eyes emerged again, but he forced it down, leaving only a layer of gentleness on the surface.

Her voice was still a little hoarse with a hint of grievance: "Zhizhi, it's so empty here."

He paused, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, "Fill it with kisses, okay?"

Yu Zhi's heart beat faster because of what he said, but she still leaned down and gently placed her lips on his collarbone.

As soon as the soft touch came, Pei Yuezhou's body suddenly tensed up, and the hands around her waist tightened instantly, almost rubbing her into his bones and blood.

"A little lower..." His voice trembled a little, his eyes misted with water, and the look in his eyes as he looked at her was soft and seductive, "Zhizhi, kiss me again, okay?"

Yu Zhi's lips slowly moved down, rubbing across his chest and landing on his waist and abdomen.

Pei Yuezhou's body trembled even more violently. He could clearly feel the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath. The desires suppressed in his heart were about to burst through the dam like a flood.

He wanted to turn over and press her under him, he wanted to kiss her fiercely, he wanted to leave his mark all over her body, but he was afraid.

I was afraid that my loss of control would scare her, and that she would hate me for being so crazy.

He raised his hand to hold her face, and gently rubbed his thumb across her red lips. Looking into her eyes that were hazy with drunkenness, he dared to speak out the secret in his heart. His voice was as light as a sigh, and there was a hint of imperceptible temptation.

"Zhizhi, if one day you find out... that I'm not as good as you thought, and I become secretly jealous, go crazy, and watch you very closely, will you get tired of me?"

Would you...want to leave him?

As soon as he finished speaking, his breathing became disordered, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and the suffocating tension wrapped around him, even making his chest feel stuffy and painful.

With the little clarity she had left, Yu Zhi instinctively hugged him and comforted him, "Of course not."

Her voice was serious with a hint of alcohol, "I like Ah Yue the most. No matter what he becomes, I will like him."

Hearing this, the restraint in Pei Yuezhou's eyes collapsed instantly.

He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely, with a bit of ferocity and extreme desire.

He pried open her lips and teeth, entwining the tip of his tongue with hers, as if he wanted to swallow her whole to relieve the uneasiness that was gnawing at his bones. Even his breathing was filled with a burning desire for possession.

Yu Zhi felt a little dizzy from his kiss, and subconsciously raised her hand to push his chest, but his fingertips were grasped by him and pressed into her open shirt, against her hot skin.

He didn't let go until she was almost out of breath. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing rapidly as if he had run a long way. His eyes were full of red paranoia: "Zhizhi, don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you."

Yu Zhi saw the fragility in his eyes, and her heart softened. She leaned forward and pecked him gently on the lips, as if comforting a small animal. "I will never leave you, really."

When Pei Yuezhou heard these words, his throat felt like it was burned, and even his breathing became hot.

He didn't say anything else, but just hugged her again, letting her face rest on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that had not yet calmed down.

The heartbeat was so fast and loud that it seemed like it was about to jump out of the chest, and every beat was caused by her.

The warm light fell on the overlapping figures of the two people, and even the folds at the end of the velvet bed seemed soft.

Yu Zhi felt a little warm in his embrace, and her fingertips unconsciously picked at the corner of his shirt. She was still drunk, and her voice was a little sticky and nasal: "Hey, Ah Yue, why is your shirt not buttoned properly..."

She looked so confused that she didn't even remember that he was the one who had untied the beads one by one.

Pei Yuezhou's fingertips paused, but instead of buttoning her clothes, he grabbed her hand and pulled it deeper into his open collar.

As soon as her fingertips touched the skin of his waist and abdomen, she shrank as if burned, but he held it firmly, pressing his palm down against the back of her hand, letting her feel his warmth.

"Zhizhi, don't you like it?"

He looked at her, his eyes full of alluring affection, and even his voice was soft and deep, with a hint of bewitching.

"Hmm..." Yu Zhi's heart beat faster and even her fingertips felt hot when she was looked at by him.

She seemed to be pulled by him and drowned in the scorching tide.

The soft bed beneath him seemed to have turned into a boat in the waves, rocking with the rise and fall of his breathing, and even the air became scorching hot.

"like……"

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, and as soon as she finished speaking, Pei Yuezhou kissed her lips.

Warm and eager.

…

He opened his mouth and gently bit the soft flesh of her shoulder.

He didn't use much force, but it left a light red mark, like a brand that belonged to him. He even rubbed it lightly with the tip of his tongue, and said in a hoarse voice with satisfaction: "Zhizhi... is mine."

It's a branch that belongs only to me.