The moonlight fell along the skylight, shining like a silk thread. In the moonlight, Cheng Yaoyao's skin was so tender that it shone like porcelain. Her face was gorgeous, and even if she just closed her eyes and fell asleep, the moonlight would only fade away when it met her.

In the moonlight, Cheng Yaoyao is wearing a white dress, with her black hair flowing beside the pillow. Her skin is as white as snow, and her eyebrows and eyes are as black as ink. In this contrast between black and white, the touch of rose red on her lips is like the finishing touch, making this ink painting of a beauty come alive.

The cherry lips are soft and plump, with an overly cute lip bead on the upper lip. I have recalled the sweet taste of it many times in my dreams at midnight.

Just lower your head slightly and you can put it in your mouth.

The moonlight shifted a little bit, and slowly moved down like a slow lens, and a pair of snow-white and slender feet appeared in front of him, just enough for the man to hold in one hand. The round and small toes curled up once, then again, and suddenly stretched forward and stepped on Xie San's thigh.

Xie Sanre was sweating all over his body, and his throat was falling down along the bulging muscle line. His Adam's apple was struggling to swallow. He gently grasped the slightly cool and slender ankle and pushed it outward.

I don’t know if it was because Cheng Yaoyao’s skin was too delicate or because his palms were full of sweat, but they slipped and I naturally grasped the soft arch of her foot.

The moment their skin touched, it suddenly became hot. Cheng Yaoyao suddenly hummed softly and rubbed against Xie San. Xie San half-knelt on the bed, her cheek pressed against his hard thigh, she pouted with dissatisfaction, and rubbed against him again.

Xie San held her shoulders. If Cheng Yaoyao was conscious at this moment and saw the lust in Xie San's eyes, like a ferocious beast ready to pounce, she would definitely be scared to tears.

But at this time, Cheng Yaoyao began to struggle anxiously, making sounds that were half crying, and her legs kept kicking the mat, which made her skirt messy and the hem of her skirt rolled up.

Xie San suddenly looked away. Although he didn't look, his mind and ears became so sensitive. The sweet smell of Cheng Yaoyao's body emanated from him, the touch of every inch of tender skin, the cry of a kitten, and the soft and desperate struggle in his hands...

Xie San raised his hands and held her delicate cheeks, his voice hoarse and restrained: "Yaoyao, wake up."

Cheng Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled. Xie San pinched her cheek again and looked down at her: "Yaoyao."

Cheng Yaoyao half opened his starry eyes, with a pool of water in them, looking completely ignorant and defenseless: "Hmm..."

"...Go back to your room and sleep." Xie San's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear himself. He didn't ask her why she was in his bed. He just coaxed her and tried to help her up.

Cheng Yaoyao was like a soft and uncooperative cat that could not be restrained. He twisted in Xie San's hands: "No..."

Her cheeks were abnormally red, and her hair was soaked with sweat. Xie San couldn't help but raise his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, but was surprised to find that his palms were burning and he couldn't get anything out.

Cheng Yaoyao rubbed his palm lovingly, and her tender cheeks felt like petals. Xie San wanted to pull his hand back as if it was burned, but Cheng Yaoyao hugged his wrist.

"Yaoyao." Xie San called out again. This name seemed to have magical power, lingering between his lips and teeth, giving him the strength to resist.

The one lying under him at this moment was a demon, a ghost, and poison wrapped in honey. Xie San murmured Cheng Yaoyao's name, and a little rationality returned to his narrow eyes.

Xie San seemed to be split into two people, his body screaming with desire, but his reasoning tightly restrained his hands and feet. Sweat condensed and dripped along his high nose bridge and sharp jaw.

Cheng Yaoyao suddenly seemed to smell something. He put his hand to his wrist and sniffed, moving down along the protruding blood vessels.

Hot sweat appeared on her palms, and the rich and pure scent was close at hand. Cheng Yaoyao followed the scent that fascinated her, stretched out her tongue, and licked it like a kitten licking water.

The ropes of reason suddenly collapsed and the beast broke free.

Cheng Yaoyao was suddenly pressed down, her delicate waist was pinched tightly, and the two bodies were entangled and rolling on the big bed. The old bed made a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight.

The man's beastly panting and soft moaning were swallowed between the lips and teeth, and only the ambiguous sound of water could be heard. A pair of snow-white and delicate feet stretched out from the bed, the toes loosened and curled up, and were grabbed by a big hand and pulled back.

The tender skin could not stand the slightest rubbing, and it turned red with a light rub, causing her to gasp and sob in an unbearable way. Usually, she was held in her heart and pampered, but now, when she was rubbed in her arms, she was also clinging to him.

The big lion in Cheng Yaoyao's dream appeared again, holding her in his arms, licking and kneading her, kneading her until she felt sore and sticky with sweat. Her skirt was pulled down to her thighs, and she was exposed to a little cool air, and then it was immediately touched by something hotter, and the sticky moisture rubbed against her skin, and a large amount of Yang energy rushed into her body, which was extremely comfortable.

The burning feeling in the chest finally dissipated, but an indescribable emptiness and heat emerged from deeper inside. Cheng Yaoyao twisted her slender waist and couldn't help but thrust upward.

…

Everything came to a sudden stop.

Xie San was lying on top of Cheng Yaoyao, sweat rolling down his broad back, his heart beating wildly in his chest, the frequency gradually becoming the same. He pulled the blanket over and wrapped Cheng Yaoyao tightly. It was the craziest spring dream just now, so fragrant and erotic that he couldn't bear to look back. He was able to resist this last step, he was worthy of being called a saint.

Cheng Yaoyao's dark hair stuck to her cheeks, her lips were kissed tenderly, and she looked at him innocently and straightforwardly, with a face full of innocence and naivety as if she had no idea what was going on.

Xie San placed his lips on her forehead and kissed her tenderly: "Yaoyao, wait for me... wait until I marry you, I will love you well."

At the end of his speech, his voice became slightly hoarse, and the blood in his body began to boil again.

Cheng Yaoyao blinked his affectionate peach blossom eyes, and his gaze gradually became focused: "Hmm... so hot..."

Her whole body was sticky and sweat was pouring down from the heat, but the burning sensation in her chest was swept away, and she felt extremely comfortable. She couldn't help but reach out and hug the person on her body.

A deep voice coaxed her in her ear: "Be good, I'll take you back to the house."

Cheng Yaoyao lay in this warm and broad embrace, gradually relaxing, half asleep and half awake, she felt herself being picked up and shuttled through the old house. The night wind blew through her silky hair, bare ankles and shoulders, causing her to shiver slightly, and she hugged the man's neck even tighter.

The wooden door was pushed open gently, making a creaking sound that was particularly harsh in the quiet night. Suddenly, two coughs were heard in Grandma Xie's room, and the arm that was holding her tightened immediately.

After a while, Cheng Yaoyao felt herself being placed on a cold mat. She immediately groaned in dissatisfaction and hugged the man's neck tightly: "Hmm..."

A hand gently but firmly pulled down her hands, and a deep voice coaxed her in her ear: "Be good."

"Don't be good..." Cheng Yaoyao opened his eyes dazedly, but met a pair of narrow and deep eyes, "You're back?"

The room was dark, with only the moonlight coming through the skylight to illuminate the small space at the head of the bed. Cheng Yaoyao was not surprised to see Xie San appear beside his bed, but was just happy, as if everything was perfectly natural.

Xie San paused, and Cheng Yaoyao even reached out to hook his little finger. The charming blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and she asked him innocently, "When did you come back?"

...same reaction as last time on the stormy bridge. It was clearly her who took the initiative to ask for a kiss, and then acted innocent afterwards.

The spoiled brat is shy.

Xie San's heart softened. He listened to her childish voice and pretended, but he didn't expose her: "I just came back. I got a piece of pork, but I was afraid it would go bad, so I sent it back overnight."

"Idiot..." Cheng Yaoyao was still sleepy and laughed at him vaguely: "You ran so far to deliver a piece of meat..."

"And also to see you." Xie San spoke in a low voice, without thinking.

Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks flushed a deep rosy color, she was extremely charming, and her eyes seemed to be filled with tears. She half sat up, leaning on the pillow, and put her hands around Xie San's neck, trying to calm herself down and said, "Then...then kiss me."

Just kissed... Xie San kissed her soft lips and quickly put this thought out of his mind.

The burning sensation in my chest disappeared, and my whole body felt comfortable, but I felt sore and soft. I kissed for a long time but it didn't get better. And...

Cheng Yaoyao pushed away the tip of his tongue and raised his head vaguely: "Don't kiss me..."

"..." Xie San relaxed, staring at her moistened lips like a tamed beast and panting softly, "What's wrong?"

"My mouth hurts so much." Cheng Yaoyao touched his lips and wrinkled his face in pain.

Xie San pecked her again: "I'll be gentler."

Cheng Yaoyao shuddered; the swelling and pain on his lips were very obvious.

Not only my lips, but also the root of my tongue felt numb, and my body was aching. It was so strange. Did my period just end? Cheng Yaoyao was unhappy and pushed Xie San out: "You are too rude, you only know how to bite me!"

"..." Xie San fetched some water from the table in the dark, helped Cheng Yaoyao sit up, and fed her.

Cheng Yaoyao took two sips from Xie San's hand and started to cough lightly. Xie San stroked her back to help her breathe, wiped the water from her lips, and then drank most of the remaining half of the glass of water.

Looking at his throbbing Adam's apple, Cheng Yaoyao felt inexplicably shy. They had already kissed him before...

The moonlight was alluring, and Cheng Yaoyao was even more alluring. Xie San struck a match and lit a small candle on the bedside. The dim light came on, dispelling some of the ambiguous atmosphere.

Cheng Yaoyao sat up and leaned against the bed with her knees hugged. She was a little surprised why Xie San came to her room, but her attention was quickly diverted: "You were leaving this morning? You just came back."

"It's my turn to practice driving tomorrow at noon, so I have to hurry back." Xie San explained.

Cheng Yaoyao's lips gradually flattened: "I also want to make braised pork for you."

"Wait for me to come back." Xie San resisted the urge to pinch her lips and coaxed her, "I'll bring back some meat next time."

Cheng Yaoyao groaned and turned away: "I'm not a big fan of meat. You can save some for yourself. There's no shortage of food at home. You should eat more to replenish your body when you go out to study."

Cheng Yaoyao turned her head to the side, revealing her snow-white neck and a trace of red marks. Xie San's eyes were full of tenderness as he gently traced her outline.

Cheng Yaoyao asked again: "Is it hard for you to learn to drive?"

Xie San shook his head: "Not hard."

Cheng Yaoyao said: "It's a lie."

"Really." Xie San explained seriously, "Living in the dormitory and eating in the cafeteria is easier than working in the fields."

Cheng Yaoyao raised his chin and said, "So you think driving is better than walking on the ground?"

"No." Xie San denied it.

Cheng Yaoyao asked: "Why?"

Xie Santon paused for a long time, then uttered in a low voice: "...without you."

A cool breeze blew by, the candlelight flickered a few times, and finally went out. The room returned to darkness, and the aftermath of the sentence gradually brewed in the darkness.

Cheng Yaoyao hid his blushing cheeks and muttered, "Slippery talk. You've only been out for a few days and you've already become a bad person."

"I didn't." Xie San denied.

"You did!" Cheng Yaoyao was even more fierce, accusing him, "You even ran into my room, you are so bad, you hooligan."

"..." Xie San gritted his teeth. In the darkness, only his unsteady breathing could be heard. Cheng Yaoyao could even imagine him holding his breath and being tongue-tied.

She laughed secretly for a long time, and suddenly a hand grasped her ankle.

The hot palm pinched the ankle, and a tingling sensation ran up along the tailbone. Cheng Yaoyao was like a kitten with its neck pinched, and his voice trembled: "...What are you doing?"

Xie San's voice was hoarse and resonant like metal and stone, but what he said was not so serious: "You are a hooligan."

Xie San didn't continue his hooliganism in the end, but covered Cheng Yaoyao with a blanket. It was already cold in the second half of the night. She had been fooling around in a thin nightgown for a long time and was sweating. Her delicate skin felt a little cold to the touch.

Cheng Yaoyao hugged a small bamboo pillow, hooked his fingers around Xie San's, closed his eyes and muttered, "I won't be able to get up tomorrow..."

"Sleep well." Xie San gently smoothed her black hair. "I will help you get the pigweed back tomorrow."

"No need..." Cheng Yaoyao said proudly, "I have subordinates..."

Xie San: “?”