I am yours
"Do you like it here?" Yan Chan lowered his eyes and asked with a smile.
The sound came slowly, completely different from the movements of her hands.
Guan Zheng was about to answer when she was pecked on the corner of her mouth, and a smile instantly appeared on her rosy lips.
She climbed onto Yan Chan's shoulders, gently placed her slender fingers on them, and kissed him back.
She replied: “I like it.”
I like it very much.
Soon, a hand grabbed the back of her head, preventing her from leaving easily. The two of them locked lips and teeth for a long time, until her legs became weak and she staggered into Yan Chan's arms.
The hairband was wrapped around Guan Zheng's legs three times. Yan Chan accidentally pressed down on a corner, causing it to get even tighter.
She tied the two ends together, still using her usual bow-tying method.
Yan Chan raised her hand and took off all the loose hairpins on Guan Zheng's head. Her fingertips pressed against her flushed face, moving all the way down to stop between her lips.
His thumb pushed open her lips and pressed on the tip of her tongue. His neat teeth landed on her knuckles, but because her lips were slightly open, no teeth marks were left on Yan Chan's hand.
The fingertips only stayed there for a moment, and Yan Chan quickly pulled them out, leaving some water stains on the corners of Guan Zheng's lips.
"I smell your fragrance." Yan Chan smiled, but his gaze shifted downwards until it stopped at the place where the fragrance came from.
Hearing this, Guan Zheng subconsciously clamped her legs together, held her face with both hands and forced Yan Chan to raise her head.
Her somewhat blurred eyes were filled with the figure of Yan Chan. Guan Zheng blinked, and she could even feel her own slightly unstable breathing.
No less impressive amidst the pounding heartbeat.
"I want to kiss you again." After saying that, Guan Zheng went forward and took the initiative to put the corner of her lips to Yan Chan. Unfortunately, her kissing skills were still a little inferior, and she was still not satisfied after several attempts.
"Do you just want to kiss me?" Yan Chan held her lower back, deepening the touch. He said this in between movements, his breath spraying on Guan Zheng's lips.
The two of them were so close that she could even see Guan Zheng's eyelashes trembling. She said, "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Guan Zheng clearly remembered that she did not drink any alcohol, but just smelled a little bit of alcohol from Yan Chan's mouth. It was Yan Chan who was drunk.
"I don't like the taste, it's a bit spicy." Guan Zheng smacked her lips and frowned slightly.
The wine didn’t taste good, but Yan Chan’s mouth was sweet and she liked it very much.
"Then I won't drink this next time." Yan Chan chuckled and swallowed, as if this could help swallow the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
She had only had a few drinks, not enough to make her drunk.
The aroma of this wine dissipated quickly, and now only the spiciness remains in the mouth. It is far inferior to the intoxicating feeling of the gods.
Yan Chan just tasted it and didn't drink much.
"Yeah." Guan Zheng smiled and hugged Yan Chan's waist, resting her head lightly on her chest, and drawing circles on her chest with her fingertips.
Yan Chan's hand fell on her lower back, and soon the fragrance between the two became stronger.
Hunyuan was finally relieved, but her more sensitive parts suffered. Guan Zheng didn't dare close her eyes, as that would amplify the feeling there. She grabbed Yan Chan's belt tightly.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of friction coming from below.
Guan Zheng tugged at her dress, and suddenly she clenched the cuffs of her sleeves. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her knees slipped a little without her noticing, swallowing more.
The weight of her entire body rested on that hand, and she could even feel herself rising and falling slightly on it.
"Do you like me touching here?" Yan Chan observed Guan Zheng's expression carefully, picked her up with his arms and held her to his side.
His fingers stroked the dress at her waist, where the girdle hung loosely on her slightly sunken waist, preventing it from sliding down.
Without waiting for her answer, Yan Chan increased his strength and tightened his fingers on her waist slightly.
He held her tightly against himself, as if he wanted to trap her inside his body.
Feeling the person in his arms trembling, Yan Chan passed through her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her slightly open lips again, blocking her broken moans.
Perhaps they were too engrossed in the kiss, and they both fell on the bed, their white legs standing in the air, and the bells on their ankles kept ringing.
Speaks for its owner.
Guan Zheng's tense body had just calmed down from the trembling when she found that her position had changed. She looked up and saw her own reflection in the bronze mirror.
The palm of my hand covered the soft spot, and as my heart beat again and again, the spot looked whiter and clearer in contrast to my hand.
Yan Chan covered Guan Zheng's lower abdomen and said, "It's so cold here, are you cold?"
Fengdu Ghost Market has become increasingly cold in recent days. When Fang came out of the warm bed, the heat in his body rushed out.
"It will be hot in a while." Yan Chan said again. As for how his lower abdomen became hot, Yan Chan did not say much.
Only the palm would occasionally pass through and go to the place it had just arrived.
Guan Zheng tilted her head to allow Yan Chan to kiss her neck more comfortably.
In the bronze mirror, Guan Zheng squinted her eyes and brushed her hair to one side, leaving a momentary warmth on her neck, but it did not stay on her skin for too long.
In fact, she could have covered it up by adding a fur collar, but Guan Zheng didn't want to attract too much attention, so she didn't remind Yan Chan to kiss harder.
Yan Chan paused in kissing, feeling something strange on her hand, and covered Guan Zheng's mouth again, holding her struggling body.
This brought the two of them closer together. "It's soft here, like... the soft cheese we ate yesterday." Yan Chan whispered in her ear.
"Here, and here, I like them both." As she said this, Yan Chan did not forget to point so that Guan Zheng would know where she was talking about.
The rich aroma covered most of the jasmine scent on her body. Yan Chan quickly let go of the corner of her lips, supported his palm behind Guan Zheng's head, and turned it slightly.
He faced her face towards the bronze mirror in front of them, then leaned close to her ear and gently bit the tip of Guan Zheng's ear.
Yan Chan's breath kept drilling into her ears. Guan Zheng saw in the bronze mirror that Yan Chan grabbed a strand of her hair and put it to her nose to sniff it.
Then, I heard a delicious smell.
Guan Zheng's hand touched Yan Chan's leg. Because of her movement, most of the clothes hanging on her chest fell down again, almost all of them piled up at her waist and abdomen.
"Watch carefully."
With her chin gently pinched by fingers, Guan Zheng was "forced" to look up at herself in the bronze mirror and see how confused and infatuated she was.
Yan Chan very "maliciously" shook her so that her hand was just in line with the bronze mirror.
She brushed away the dress that was in the way and wrapped it around Guan Zheng's waist. The back part fell to the ground, moving left and right as she fiddled with it.
"Don't close your eyes, you are really beautiful like this." Her low voice kept circling in Guan Zheng's ears, but Guan Zheng's blushing cheeks became even hotter.
When she opened her eyes, there were still some tears at the corners of her eyes that were about to fall. She saw the beautiful scene in the bronze mirror with her own eyes, and the water stains also wet the clothes on Yan Chan's legs.
Guan Zheng lay softly on Yan Chan, letting her play with her as she pleased. Her lips, which were not blocked, tried their best to suppress the unbearable sound, but some of it accidentally came out.
Scattered in the side rooms, it also penetrates into the ears of the swallows and cicadas.
Guan Zheng couldn't count how many times this had happened, and the breath she exhaled became hotter and hotter. She finally gathered up the strength to climb up Yan Chan's arm, but was knocked down again by her movements.
She seemed to be melting and turning into a cloud flying into the sky. Guan Zheng looked up but could only see the eaves.
She struggled to support herself on the edge of the table, her toes digging into the uneven surface.
"Yan Chan, I can't bear it anymore." Her sobbing cry came, not painful but comfortable.
She didn't dare look at the bronze mirror again. Guan Zheng had never thought that she would show such an expression. She turned her head and buried it in Yan Chan's clothes.
This was the last time today. She curled up on Yan Chan with her trembling body, and Yan Chan was still comforting her body which still had some strength left.
"Then let's not do it." She massaged Guan Zheng's waist considerately. That place must have been sore, numb and tight.
The cuffs brushed against her back, getting a lot of sweat on them, but Yan Chan didn't care. After all, there was more sweat on her legs and clothes.
"We're leaving Fengdu Ghost Market tomorrow. Do you want to buy some rare gadgets?"
Guan Zheng was in a daze and only heard "tomorrow...and want...little things". She raised her head in surprise and bit Yan Chan's chin.
The weak hands patting Yan Chan's chest felt more like a caress.
"No." She quickly refused. She needed at least three or four days to recover from such an intense experience.
"Next time... no more." She said again, pushing over the bronze mirror in front of her, as if she was angry.
"What's not allowed?" Yan Chan smiled brightly, pinched her hot cheek, and picked up the bronze mirror that had fallen on the table.
"No bronze mirror!" Guan Zheng muttered, secretly glanced at herself in the bronze mirror, and quickly buried her head in Yan Chan's clothes.
"Stop!" She suddenly pulled the hand behind her. She had just been succeeded again, and her sensitive body could not withstand any teasing.
"I just want to help you clean it up." Yan Chan put on an innocent look and blinked to make herself appear more sincere.
Guan Zheng didn't believe her lies. She had been in this situation more than twice before. So she snorted and tried her best to hold down Yan Chan's right hand that was trying to make trouble, not giving her any chance.
"Then give me a kiss?" Yan Chan smiled, leaned forward, and said, "I'll give you a kiss."
Guan Zheng hesitated for a moment, really not knowing who this reward was for?
But she finally pressed her lips against his, as if marking his as her own, and separated them in an instant.
"You are mine." Guan Zheng's voice revealed endless smile, and even her tone was rising.
"I am yours." Yan Chan also imitated her and kissed her, "I will always be yours..."
The two of them entangled even more tightly.
Yan Chan took off the bell on her ankle and placed it next to the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror reflected the two people's infatuated and inseparable appearance.
Until it was pushed down again and fell on the table, but it was not alone, it had the bell to keep it company.
"Well... don't kiss here." While walking, Guan Zheng did not forget to speak out to stop her actions.
"I didn't hear it just now, so it doesn't count."
"You scoundrel..."
"Yes, I am a rogue."
The bed curtains were dropped layer by layer, and the dancing candlelight reflected the tumbling figures of the two people on the wall.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
