Chapter 153 Married for Three Years, Still Don't Know What Kiss Feels Like
"What are you doing?" Qi Wende propped himself up and turned to look at Qi Hang. He couldn't see the expression behind the mask, but his tone was clearly displeased.
Qi Hang awkwardly smoothed out the bath towel on Qi Wende's body. "The bath towel is sticking up. Let me straighten it for you."
Qi Wende grunted through his nose and lay down again; the massage therapist was already ready.
Qi Hang lay on the bed, puzzled. His father didn't have any birthmark on his buttocks. Was he mistaken? Was Chu Rou's father really dead, and she just looked like his father?
Thinking of this, Qi Hang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Qi Wende slowly opened his closed eyes. Qi Hang was acting a little strange lately, always being mysterious and staring intently at his face.
He should investigate what Qi Hang is up to!
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When Yuan Qian returned home, the maid told her that Mo Yan had already returned.
This surprised her, but also made her somewhat relieved, at least Mo Yan wasn't with that woman Jin Na.
Mo Yan mostly stays in the study, only returning to his bedroom when it's almost bedtime.
Yuan Qian returned to her bedroom and went straight to the bathroom for a bath.
Today, she specially added a few drops of rose essential oil to the bathtub and soaked in the fragrant hot water. Yuan Qian closed her eyes and pondered Chu Rou's words.
Should she take the initiative today? Maybe she can take her relationship with Mo Yan to the next level.
Yuan Qian came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and went to the dressing room to find what she thought was the sexiest silk camisole nightgown. She had never worn one like this before and had kept it at the bottom of her drawer ever since she bought it.
The emerald green nightgown made her skin look very fair. It had a hollowed-out back and a deep V-neck design in the front. Yuan Qian looked in the mirror after putting it on and even blushed a little.
She glanced at the time; Mo Yan was still ten minutes away from returning to his room. Yuan Qian lifted the covers and lay down on the bed.
Ten minutes later, Mo Yan appeared at the bedroom door on time. He had already finished washing up in the study and was just coming back to sleep.
He lifted the covers, lay down, turned off the light, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Yuan Qian opened her eyes and sighed inwardly. Sure enough, this man hadn't even considered explaining Jin Na's situation to her.
She lay flat on the bed, mustered her courage, and decided to take the plunge. She turned to her side and rushed toward Mo Yan.
In the darkness, Yuan Qian stared at Mo Yan's profile. From his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and from the bridge of his nose to the line of his lips, every part was like a meticulously sculpted masterpiece, with distinct lines, handsome and elegant.
She had feelings for Mo Yan, but Mo Yan was indifferent to her, and over time her heart cooled down.
But Chu Rou's words today reignited her fighting spirit. It turned out that she had never tried to change her relationship with Mo Yan.
Thinking of this, Yuan Qian carefully reached out and placed her hand on Mo Yan's chest, slipping it inside the gap between the two buttons of his pajamas.
She felt the gap was a bit small, so she gently unbuttoned one button, which made things much easier.
Yuan Qian pressed her body close to Mo Yan, her chest against his arm, and her small hand groped around his chest, touching his clitoris and pinching and pulling it with her fingers.
Mo Yan's breathing became erratic. He suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over and pinned Yuan Qian beneath him, his eyes shining brightly.
"You want it?"
His voice was low and hoarse.
Yuan Qian was itching to hear this. She bit her lower lip, blushed, and hummed in agreement.
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow. Yuan Qian was a little different today; she had never taken the initiative before.
He tried to take off Yuan Qian's pajama bottoms, but found that she was wearing a nightgown today, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
With her smooth skin and the scent of roses emanating from her, Yuan Qian's breathing became steady. He lowered his head and gently pecked Yuan Qian's lips. "You look very different today."
Yuan Qian's heart was pounding like a deer. She abandoned her reserve, wrapped her arms around Mo Yan's neck, tilted her head back, and kissed him.
Her tongue tentatively slipped into Mo Yan's mouth, lightly brushing against the edge of his lips.
It might be hard to believe, but in three years of marriage, she had never kissed Mo Yan deeply. At most, Mo Yan would give her a light, fleeting kiss when he was aroused, and that was it.
She had never kissed Mo Yan on her own initiative, not because she didn't like it, but because she was shy and embarrassed.
Yuan Qian had no experience; she took the first step, but then didn't know what to do next.
Fortunately, Mo Yan reacted quickly, leaning down and taking the initiative. His rough tongue swept across her mouth, intertwining with her tongue tip and exchanging saliva.
So this is what kissing feels like. Yuan Qian's breathing became rapid, and a fire burned within her. She was now truly experiencing the feeling she desired.
She arched her back in discomfort, and Mo Yan's hand reached down to her lower body, his hand covered in wetness.
Mo Yan released her lips, got up, took off his pajamas and pajama pants, and his naked, strong body appeared in front of Yuan Qian.
She squinted, breathing with her mouth slightly open. Her nightgown had been pushed up to her chest by Mo Yan, whose hands were kneading her body all over.
Yuan Qian licked her lips, her voice electrifying, "Mo Yan, I... feel unwell..."
"That'll satisfy you!"
Just as Mo Yan finished speaking, the phone on the bedside table rang at an inopportune moment.
Mo Yan frowned. Who would call so late? He tried to ignore it, but the phone showed no sign of stopping.
Yuan Qian turned to look at the lit-up phone screen and said considerately, "Why don't you answer the phone first?"
Mo Yan took a deep breath, picked up her phone, glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and answered without hesitation, "Hello?"
After hearing what was said, Mo Yan frowned even more deeply. "I'm coming right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yan glanced at Yuan Qian on the bed. The room light was on, and she had already covered herself with the blanket, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
"Yuan Qian, I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to go out for a bit."
Yuan Qian raised her head and gave a soft "hmm," her face still flushed.
Mo Yan went into the dressing room, quickly dressed, and came out. He walked to the bedroom door, opened it, thought for a moment, and turned back to Yuan Qian, saying, "Xiao Chi is looking for me. Something happened to him."
Yuan Qian looked up in surprise. Was he explaining to her, afraid that she would misunderstand?
She smiled happily, nodded, and replied gently, "Be careful when you go out tonight."
Mo Yan nodded, left the bedroom, and gently closed the door.
Yuan Qian sat up, covering her face with her hands. Breaking through her own limitations was difficult, but the result was good. Perhaps she had made mistakes before. A relationship requires effort from both sides.
She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. The sticky feeling in her lower body made her very uncomfortable, so she decided to take a shower.
Standing in front of the mirror, Yuan Qian saw the marks Mo Yan had left on her body. Her ears turned red, and she gently stroked her body, somewhat looking forward to the next night.
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