Chapter 40 A Kiss in the Room
The passionate kiss lasted a long time.
It went on for so long that Anmi's tongue went numb.
My body is so hot; the area near the wall feels like a contrast between fire and ice.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but the forceful kiss gradually softened, turning into gentle touches, teasing licks.
The brutal possession turned into a flirtatious seduction, and the raging fire became a simmering simmer.
The tender teasing seemed to be tugging at Anmi's heart.
His toes began to wiggle, and the fist that had been pressed against his chest slowly opened.
Her fingertips gripped the man's collar tightly, and their lips pressed together in an irresistible kiss.
It was just like that time on the Ferris wheel—no sense of aggression, only a lingering, unforgettable feeling.
The final suck.
The person pinned against the wall involuntarily straightened their back.
"Hmm~"
His toes curled deeply, and he groaned with unbearable discomfort.
As their lips parted, she heard a crisp, blush-inducing pop.
How embarrassing!
Their lips were glistening, and they were panting with their mouths open.
"You like kissing like this?" Yan Jinnian took a deep breath and looked at her intently.
It took Anmi a long time to find her voice.
"Get...down..."
She raised her soft hand to push his shoulder.
Their upper bodies were very close, and Anmi could clearly hear her own heartbeat pounding between them.
It feels so out of control.
At the same time, an irrepressible joy surged within me.
She lowered her head in embarrassment, her ears burning.
Yan Jinnian raised his hand to smooth the stray hairs off her face.
Send a message to your friend saying you're tired and need to go back to your room to rest.
Room?
Anmi nervously shrank her shoulders: "What...what are you going to do?"
A series of anxious thoughts flashed through my mind.
Yan Jinnian smiled slightly and kissed her moist lips.
"Nothing much, we're tired from kissing, let's go upstairs and rest."
His voice was husky and alluring. Anmi's fingers, which were gripping his collar, twitched, and her eyelashes blinked rapidly.
"You... also live on the eighth floor?"
She remembered what her colleague had said during the day.
"Um."
Yan Jinnian did not deny it.
Anmi's gaze involuntarily fell on his swollen lips.
If we live on the same floor, does that mean we have to go up together?
He said he was resting, I guess he meant he was going back to his room to rest...
But if they go back to their own rooms, why would he still ask her to come along?
As I pondered, my gaze lingered on my lips.
Yan Jinnian's breathing became slightly labored.
"Want another kiss?"
She immediately realized: "No...that's not it!"
The wound on my lip seemed to have reopened, and it hurt a little as I spoke.
"Put me down first..." she said, shifting her legs.
Yan Jinnian released his grip, and with the support from her buttocks gone, An Mi's calves, which were firmly planted on the ground, buckled, and she barely managed to stand.
Several bright red finger marks were left where the thigh had been pinched.
She pulled her skirt down to cover the marks.
The man noticed her subtle, blatant attempt to cover up her actions, and his gaze darkened further.
The iron gate was pulled open with a whoosh, and before Anmi could even speak, he took her hand and led her down the corridor into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed in front of me.
The man reminded her, "Aren't you going to tell your friend?"
"Oh!" Anmi then remembered, took out her phone from her bag, and sent a WeChat message to Zhao Meng.
She just said she was going out for some fresh air, and if she suddenly can't find anyone, she'll probably be very worried.
As soon as she sent the message, Anmi's body was turned around by two large hands, and her back was pressed against the corner of the wall where the number keys were.
Yan Jinnian's tall figure blocked the view of the surveillance camera overhead.
A strong, hormonal aura pressed down and invaded.
The man's breathing suddenly quickened, and his sucking motion on her lips became urgent.
This time, there was no tongue-twisting kiss.
It was limited to the contact of the lips, but it was even more alluring than before.
His large hands gripped her slender waist, and An Mi was kissed so hard that she kept leaning back, enduring his fierce onslaught.
Ding—We've reached the eighth floor.
Afraid that someone might be outside, Anmi turned her face away from him.
"No...don't kiss me anymore...we're here..."
The light and shadow reflected two figures entangled in an ambiguous manner inside the elevator.
The scalding breath fell on her neck. Yan Jinnian lifted her buttocks with his left hand and pinched her chin with his right, bringing her lips back to his.
Anmi was lifted up by the waist again, and this time they kissed each other as they walked.
The silent corridor was filled with the sounds of lips and tongues entwining.
The man's words traveled from his lips.
"Don't worry, there's no one else on this floor."
"Mmm~"
His back was pressed against the door of room 0816.
Yan Jinnian said while kissing the door, "Open the door."
Anmi was a little dazed from the kisses, but she was still rational.
"Hmm...no..."
Yan Jinqing bit her lower lip, his attitude forceful: "If it doesn't work, then kiss her outside."
His eyes were filled with an undisguised lust.
"Outside or inside, the choice is yours."
Anmi believed he was truly capable of doing such a thing.
There are also surveillance cameras in the corridor.
It's definitely better to be inside than to be photographed.
Her little hand trembled as she pulled out the room key.
*Beep*—The door opened behind me.
The room was dark, but the light from the hallway illuminated the wall at the entrance.
Before Anmi could even insert the room card into the slot, the door slammed shut behind her.
She was pinned heavily against the door.
A passionate kiss landed, instantly engulfing all consciousness.
The room key slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.
It's so hot!
In a daze, all she could grasp was the man's sweaty nape.
In the darkness, all the senses are amplified.
This kiss was more intense than any of the previous ones.
When it was over, Anmi found herself sitting on Yan Jinnian's waist without her noticing.
My lower leg kicked forward, and my toes hit a hard object.
It looks like the shoe-changing bench by the door.
Anmi's back was soaked with sweat; the room, without air conditioning, was as hot as a steamer.
Yan Jinnian buried his face in her neck, and the two quietly embraced, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate kiss.
Their heaving chests pressed together, and Anmi rested her chin on his shoulder.
The ends of the hair he was holding in his palm were stiff and damp, covered in the man's sweat.
Anmi didn't know if he had kissed her enough, but she definitely couldn't kiss him anymore.
After a long while, Yan Jinnian suddenly hugged her tightly.
"An Duoduo, I'm so hot..."
He took a deep breath through his nose, which was buried in his neck.
Anmi quickly pushed him away, saying, "Don't smell it, it's all sweat..."
After working up a sweat, you're bound to smell bad.
"Heh..." The man let out a muffled laugh from his chest.
"Where's the room key?"
Looking at the complete darkness before her, Anmi said blankly, "It fell to the ground."
"I'll look for it."
Yan Jinnian supported her with his large hand and helped her stand up.
Anmi stood obediently in place, while the man held her ankle and groped around her.
She wanted to turn on her phone to light his way, but he had taken off his bag and thrown it somewhere.
He can only rely on himself now.
Yan Jinnian fumbled around for a while.
"Found it."
He stood up.
Beep beep—all the lights in the room came on.
The air conditioner vents are turned on, and cold air begins to circulate.
The two people standing in the entryway exchanged a glance.
Well... everyone has their own messy situation.
Yan Jinnian's chest was completely soaked with sweat, and his shirt was covered in water stains.
Anmi wasn't much better off; the neckline of her tight-fitting t-shirt over her pleated skirt was glistening with sweat.
Both of their lips were swollen like sausage lips, bright red, which looked rather comical.
After staring at each other blankly for a while, Yan Jinnian tugged at his shirt: "Mind if I take a shower here?"
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