Shen Huaichuan's kiss landed.
The room was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves being swept by the wind outside the window, making the touch all the more distinct.
This kiss lacked the fierce, stormy intensity of a farewell kiss; instead, it carried a tender, carefully cherished quality.
His lips first gently pressed against hers, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as if he were afraid it was a dream and needed to confirm it for sure before he could feel at ease.
The touch was warm and soft, with a slight dryness, and in that instant, it stirred up all the longing that had accumulated between the two of them during the past few days apart.
Zhou Qiqi kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling violently. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and generously returned his kiss.
Anyway, she had already admitted it; she just wanted his body.
I'm craving it both physically and mentally.
The distance between the two suddenly closed, and Shen Huaichuan seemed encouraged. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and he tightened his arms, pulling her even deeper into his embrace.
His kisses were no longer gentle; they became deep and passionate, with a touch of domineering assertiveness that left no room for resistance.
Zhou Qiqi was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she could only let out soft moans. She was completely melted by his forceful yet gentle plunder, responding awkwardly as her fingers unconsciously dug into his coarse, short hair.
The coarse, stiff hair brushed against my palm, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths scalding hot.
Shen Huaichuan's hand, which had been resting on the sofa, somehow slid to her waist and the back of her neck, pulling her firmly into his arms. His other hand unconsciously caressed her back, and the heat through her thin clothes made her feel uneasy.
Zhou Qiqi's legs went weak in his arms, and she could only lean even closer to him, her knees unconsciously brushing against his legs.
The two were pressed so close together that they could clearly feel each other's changes and pounding hearts.
Shen Huaichuan's kiss slid from the corner of her lips to her earlobe, leaving a trail of hot marks.
Zhou Qiqi suddenly arched her body, a shiver running up her spine. She couldn't help but whisper "Huaichuan," her voice so soft it seemed to drip with water, carrying a hint of allure that she herself didn't realize.
That sound was like a seductive whisper. Shen Huaichuan let out a low gasp, and his large, calloused hand tentatively touched her slender waist, his fingertips probing downwards.
That warm touch was like a spark, instantly igniting the small flame suppressed in his heart into a raging fire, burning away all his rationality.
His kiss pressed down on her again, and his body followed suit. Zhou Qiqi tightened her arms around his neck, her back unconsciously sinking into the sofa, her head tilted slightly back, her meaning all too clear—she was at his mercy.
Shen Huaichuan's breathing quickened, and his kisses moved down little by little, tracing his chin and landing on his neck...
The air inside was sticky, like melted honey, and as hot as a red-hot stove.
"Knock knock knock~!"
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
Along with that came Zhao Yi's loud voice from next door.
"Hey, Zhouzhou, school's out? Xiangyang, you brought Zhouzhou home again."
Oh no! It's time for Zhouzhou to get out of school! She's completely forgotten about it!
Zhou Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes, her face and ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed. She hurriedly pushed Shen Huaichuan away and sat up straight, quickly tidying her wrinkled clothes and messy hair.
Shen Huaichuan took a deep breath, suppressed the fire in his eyes, lowered his head and pecked her lips again, his voice low and husky.
"Come again tonight..."
After saying that, he turned around and went to open the door, his steps quick and heavy.
After not seeing each other for more than ten days, Shen Duzhou missed Shen Huaichuan very much and threw herself into Shen Huaichuan's arms.
Shen Huaichuan led her back into the house and began to speak in a serious manner.
For more than a month, Zhouzhou has been mouthing to Zhou Qiqi every day. Although he can't make a sound, his mouth movements are becoming clearer and clearer.
Shen Huaichuan understood at a glance that the little girl was asking him if he was safe and sound. Her eyes were sparkling, which instantly softened his heart.
"Ping An, you don't know what your uncle is capable of, of course you're safe and sound!"
Shen Huaichuan pinched Shen Duzhou's small face, his voice gentle and deep, completely different from the hoarse and dangerous tone just now.
His gaze passed over Zhouzhou's excited little head and landed on Zhou Qiqi, who was still sitting on the sofa.
Her eyes shone with a hint of unfulfilled regret and lingering warmth, but in the end, they transformed into a gentle smile that only she could understand.
Zhou Qiqi's face grew even hotter under his gaze. She glared at him reproachfully, her eyes watery, more like a coquettish expression than a reproach.
She watched as Zhouzhou eagerly took out the painting she had drawn for Shen Huaichuan from the house, and felt a strange pang of jealousy.
He reached out and put his arm around Zhouzhou's shoulder.
"Wow, it's almost six o'clock."
She patted Zhouzhou on the back. "Are you hungry? Let's go eat!"
Then she looked up and explained to Shen Huaichuan.
"I made plans with Yingying and Sister Cuixiang to have hot pot at Yingying's house today. The bone broth base was started early this morning, and all the ingredients were bought and left at her house."
I just didn't realize there were three more big men in the room, so there probably won't be enough food.
Zhou Qiqi frowned and pondered for a moment, then immediately and efficiently assigned tasks.
"As for meat, we still have cans of luncheon meat from the hospital in the back basket of our house. We didn't finish them last time."
"Huaichuan, go get the canned goods, they're right next to the basket of apples. We don't have much vegetables or noodles at home, I'll go to Sister Cuixiang's house and ask for some more."
She then turned to Zhouzhou, "Zhouzhou, go to Aunt Yingying's house next door and ask Uncle Wang to move the stove out first, put the pot on to cook, and move the tables and chairs outside as well."
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