Chapter 90

Ranlong hugged his arms to shield his chest and retreated repeatedly as if facing a formidable enemy.

She pretended to be stupid and asked Qiu An, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll do whatever you were doing just now."

As Qiu An said this, he put the clean bath towels and pajamas on the shelf, and approached Ran Long step by step with his empty hands.

After taking a few steps back, Ranlong's back hit the marble wall. With nowhere to retreat, she stepped into the built-in bathtub beside her. Unexpectedly, Qiu An followed suit.

Ranlong was forced into a corner, and now there was really no way out.

She raised her voice and bravely questioned Qiu An, but her vocal cords couldn't stop trembling: "What are you doing here?"

Qiu An calmly asked, "Can't I come in?"

Ranlong was betting that she reacted quickly. Qiu Anding only saw the action of pulling up his pants. He opened his big innocent eyes and said stubbornly: "But I, I didn't do anything just now!"

"You didn't do anything? Then what's that shiny thing on your hand?"

Qiu An took hold of her hand that was protected against her chest, pulled it, and lifted it up. The juice wrapped around her slender index finger had nowhere to hide, sparkling under the cold light of the bathroom, like a greedy little bear who had stolen a finger's worth of honey. However, she was not going to put it in her mouth.

“This! This is…”

Ranlong blushed and pulled out her fingers, trying to shake them dry and make excuses, but the evidence was conclusive and she couldn't find a more decent excuse. She couldn't just say it was saliva!

Ranlong kept saying "this" for a long time without being able to explain why. Qiu An seemed to have lost his patience and grabbed her wrist without saying anything, and then fastened it to the wall.

Desire was clearly written in her eyes, and it passed into Ranlong's eyes without reservation:

"I've made a reservation, don't sneak away."

After saying that, she kissed him again forcefully. Ranlong closed his eyes and felt her attack.

There were many solid corners around the bathroom, and Ranlong didn't want Qiu An to bump into anything, so he had to let her play with him.

Of course, this was just Ranlong's self-consoling version. In fact, she tried hard to break free twice, but failed.

I almost forgot that Qiu An is much stronger than her.

The bra was unhooked and the almost soaked jeans were taken off.

All the struggles were in vain, because in her heart she didn't want to struggle.

Qiu An's kiss was strong but gentle, and the action of locking her wrists seemed to be a comfort.

Even when he unbuttoned her shirt, he politely asked, "Is it okay? I'm going to unbutton it, okay?"

He took care of her in every possible way, almost like caring for her. What else could she have to struggle with?

Ranlong actually wanted to be stubborn and delay. Didn't we agree to discuss it after everyone showered? It was her freedom to do whatever she wanted during the preparation period, right? What nonsense about whether to make a reservation or not, to sneak out or not...

But she heard herself saying insincerely: "Yeah~okay, hum~good..."

Then the last piece of panties that covered her body was also stripped off.

It was the first time that she faced Qiu An so frankly, with Qiu An's burning gaze in front of her.

The feeling of shyness came over Ranlong, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

She quietly made a request: "Um, can you turn off the lights?"

Later I realized that Qiu An turned off the lights not because he was doing some stand-in literature, but because he didn't want to be seen by her.

Under the light, every inch of her skin, every pore, every small scar from bumps and bruises was clearly visible. Ran Long could even feel her plump fat trembling gently with every heartbeat...

So Ranlong didn't dare to breathe, trying to reduce the movement of her body as much as possible, as if this could avoid Qiu An's gaze.

The light was cold and white, yet it felt as if it was being scorched.

And, with Joan stripping her naked and her fully clothed, it felt like...

It was like she was a lowly animal, searching for pleasure solely through instinct, while Qiu An was a high and mighty civilized human being, training and instructing her...

No... How could she have such a shameful association...

I wonder what Qiu An was thinking during those few seconds when he asked for the lights to be turned off. Maybe it was the same thing she was thinking? After all, she looked like a pitiful little deer waiting to be slaughtered, afraid to breathe deeply. So what did Qiu An think she looked like now?

"Xiao Ran, you are so beautiful, so perfect."

Damn it, she actually said that...

Did Qiu An know that her compliments were like the sound of a butcher sharpening his knife?

The wall behind him was cold, and the autumn air was chilly. Ranlong couldn't help but want to hug himself and shrink into the corner.

Qiu An used his body to block her hands that were protecting her chest, and put his arms around Ranlong's waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

Qiu An's body temperature was low, but compared to marble, it was almost scalding hot.

Ranlong instinctively hugged Qiu An back, and his soft body pressed against Qiu An's. However, his hair was accidentally scratched by the fabric, which pulled at his most delicate skin, and a delicate pulling sensation spread across his lower abdomen.

"Hmm, well..."

She moaned unconsciously, her eyes slightly hot, and she felt so ashamed that she almost wanted to cry.

"Relax, don't be afraid."

Qiu An comforted Ranlong with one hand and adjusted the water temperature with the other.

The gentle flow of water from the shower head relieved Ranlong's tension, and her stiff back gradually relaxed.

It was at this time that Qiu An took advantage of the situation.

"Xiao Ran, be good. It's okay."

Qiu An softened her voice and gently coaxed Ran Long, who was trembling with nervousness and had his knees pressed tightly together.

She is not some low-level animal...Qiu An is the well-dressed beast!

How could it be possible that their first time was in a place like this... Could they please move to the soft bed? Could they give her a blanket? The walls were cold, the bathtub was cold, and the anti-slip pattern on the soles of her feet was itchy, and the place where Qiu An touched her was also itchy...

If she asked, Qiu An would definitely allow her to go back to bed, right?

But, since it had come to this, she didn't want to spoil Qiu An's interest.

And it seems that it is not impossible to do it in the bathroom, it seems to be very exciting, and it really feels good...

But I just couldn't open my knees. It wasn't because I was shy or rebellious, it was just really...

"itch……"

Ranlong once didn't understand why Qiu An would feel itchy for a long time if she touched her belly button.

Now she understood, no one understood better than she.

Not to mention her belly button, even if Qiu An just touched her cheek, the back of her hand, or her shoulder, she would have a reason to itch, so itchy that the corners of her eyes turned red and she felt like she was about to cry...

Obviously, it wouldn't be like this when she did it herself...

So there's such a huge difference between when she does it herself and when Qiu An does it?

She originally wanted to experience it first so as not to act unnatural during the actual combat; she also wanted to check online afterwards to find out what the experience would be like and what kind of reaction she should have so that Qiu An would not laugh at her for being a rookie.

But Qiu An actually barged in like that and started it right in the bathroom...

She heard Qiu An comforting her: "Just bear with it, the itching will go away soon, just be obedient."

Ranlong followed Qiu An's advice, trying again and again, but each time she opened her mouth less than a millimeter before closing tightly again. She wasn't playing tricks; it was completely a conditioned reflex, completely uncontrollable...

Qiu An cooperated with her so well the first time they did it. Will her acting like this now make Qiu An unhappy?

But Qiu An didn't seem to be angry with her.

But she heard Qiu An say again: "Xiao Ran, it hurts me."

So Ranlong immediately tried again.

She tried to bite her lips to overcome the pain, but her teeth fell and she couldn't bite her lips.

Joan's fingers pressed between her lips just in time, stopping this self-harming behavior.

She heard Qiu An say again: "It's okay, it's okay if it hurts me, but don't hurt yourself."

Before she could even express her opinion, the finger pried open her teeth and reached in, pressing down on her already limp tongue and completely shutting her mouth.

“Hmm, hmm…”

Now that was all she could say.

Qiu An's fingers did not stay obediently on Ranlong's tongue, but moved up and down restlessly, desperately trying to find a sense of presence in her mouth.

Just when Ranlong was still wondering what the teasing gesture meant, the hand clamped below suddenly and smoothly attached itself tightly.

It turned out that he was trying to divert her attention...

Qiu An is so smart in doing this...

The itchiness was replaced by another indescribable wonderful feeling. Taking advantage of the moment when Ranlong was distracted, Qiu An raised his leg and hit the back wall, separating Ranlong's knees.

This way, she could no longer defend herself, and could no longer refuse...

With two-pronged teasing, Ranlong's eyes quickly lost focus.

The mouth could not be closed, and the swallowing action seemed to be blocked. Crystal silver threads slid down the corners of the mouth and soon turned into a downpour.

The same is true for a mouth.

Fortunately, there was a showerhead watering the plants diligently, so her mess wasn't too noticeable.

The finger in her mouth completed its task and was quickly withdrawn, stroking her back instead.

Ranlong's breathing became more and more rapid, and the strength supporting his body was gradually drained away.

In the end, she could no longer feel the ground beneath her feet, but her body was firmly against the wall, showing no signs of falling.

It turned out that she didn't need to look up guides online, nor did she need to cooperate, because Qiu An would take care of everything.

An uncontrollable tremor swept through my body, my mind blank, only instinct remained to respond. A huge amount of dopamine was released, and the pleasure of body and mind reached its peak at the same time, floating up.

After it was over, Ranlong climbed onto Qiu An's back, leaned on her shoulder and breathed heavily.

Qiu An turned off the shower, slowly lowered her body, and sat in the bathtub with her.

I never knew that doing this would be so physically exhausting. Even when I was a student, I never felt this tired when I ran 800 or even 1,500 meters in one breath.

Exhausted, Ranlong said in a hoarse voice, "I want to drink some water."

"I'll get it for you, you lie down and rest for a while."

Looking at Qiu An's leaving back, Ranlong's heart suddenly felt sour, and she covered her face helplessly.

What’s going on? How come Qiu An is so capable?

Which novice can do this for the first time?

Are there any conservation laws in this universe?

How come she is better at acting, better at making money, better at being a bottom, and better at being a top?

Doesn't this make her seem useless?

Qiu An brought some soda water to Ranlong, and Ranlong drank half the bottle in one gulp.

She looked up and met Qiu An's condescending gaze and the half-smile on his lips. She silently closed her legs and blushed again.

"Haven't you seen enough yet? Can you please go out first? Wait until I finish my shower, and you can go take a shower yourself too. You don't have to worry about catching a cold if you get soaked all over."

"That's perfect," said Qiu An.

"What's the good part?" Ranlong hugged her legs tightly in fear and shrank into the corner of the bathtub.

"Let's take a bath together. This is a rare opportunity."

"Let's take a bath together..."

"Isn't it possible? Xixi gave me a box of bath salts a while ago, so I can try it out."

Qiu An spoke seriously, but her wet and disheveled clothes looked very strange.

"Then let's take a bath together. Will you take off your clothes?"

"Yes, of course."

After Qiu An finished speaking, he crossed his hands and grabbed the corner of his shirt, and lifted it up before Ranlong could react.

"Hey! Hey!" Ranlong screamed as he stared at her perfect, porcelain-like belly. "I haven't agreed yet! Why are you moving so fast?!"

"Still not allowed? Okay." As he said that, he was about to put the wet base shirt back on.

Ranlong grabbed her cold bottoming shirt, looked at the surprise on Qiu An's face, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, let's take a bath together."

I really lost to you.