Jiang Yili x Qiu Ye ④
The handsome young master gently took your hand, guiding it to his warm chest. He looked up at you, his voice soft, with a hint of timid invitation: "...Would you like to touch me?"
Who could resist this?
Anyway, Qiu Ye couldn't help it.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Yili, do you know what you're doing?"
The young master's voice carried a hint of coquetry: "I know, I just want you to touch me."
Qiu Ye cursed under his breath, then without the slightest hesitation, grabbed Jiang Yili's wrist and headed towards his private lounge.
The door slammed shut, and he pressed the person against the door, then lowered his head and kissed him.
Jiang Yili's clothes were suddenly lifted up, exposing his fair waist and abdomen to the cool air. He flinched, but still obediently tilted his head back to endure it.
While kissing, Qiu Ye picked up Jiang Yili around the waist and carried her to the sofa. When the two of them slumped down, Jiang Yili's leg accidentally hooked onto the edge of the coffee table, scattering several magazines on the floor, but they were all drowned out by their intertwined breaths.
Half an hour later, the two rolled from the sofa onto the bed. The blankets were kicked to the floor, and the sheets were crumpled into a ball.
Jiang Yili lay on Qiu Ye's body, her fair cheeks flushed slightly.
He was so weak he felt like he had no bones, and he hummed a broken tune.
"If you can't take it, just say so," Qiu Ye said, his voice low and hoarse, his hand gripping his waist.
Jiang Yili shook her head, her eyes blurry with tears: "No... whatever my husband wants to do is fine with me."
Making her husband comfortable is what she should do.
Qiu Ye thought Jiang Yili might be a reincarnated fox spirit, otherwise how could she say such lewd things with such an innocent face?
He pinched Jiang Yili's chin and turned her around, forcing her to look at him: "Say it again."
Jiang Yili felt a little flustered under his gaze, but still obediently looked up at him: "Whatever you want, husband... I'll do whatever you want... Did you not eat enough just now? You can eat here too..."
Qiu Ye lowered his head and bit the spot Jiang Yili was pointing to.
"Ugh..." Jiang Yili winced in pain, but didn't pull away. She just said, "Husband, bite gently... it'll leave a mark..."
"Afraid of leaving a mark? Who was it that just said they'd do whatever I wanted?"
Jiang Yili was taken aback by the question, blinking as if he were seriously considering it. After a moment, he nodded emphatically and nuzzled against Qiu Ye: "Whatever your husband says... leaving a mark is fine... as long as your husband likes it..."
...slut.
Qiu Ye lowered his head and covered Jiang Yili's mouth with his.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when it was finally over, Jiang Yili looked as if he had been steamed, his cheeks, ears, and bare shoulders all covered in a smooth pink. He was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
The two of them lay sprawled on the bed, both entering a state of sage-like tranquility.
Jiang Yili leaned half his body against Qiu Ye, his cheek pressed against the other's sweaty chest. Listening to the other's steady and powerful heartbeat, he asked, "Husband, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about?"
Qiu Ye didn't answer, but simply reached out and hugged Jiang Yili tighter.
I was thinking about that drunkard who touched Jiang Yili earlier. If he secretly broke her hand, would that be illegal?
He was thinking of thanking his money-grubbing father, and he vowed to take good care of him and ensure his father's well-being until his death.
He was thinking of thanking the company that had encountered setbacks in its research and development, so he would never again criticize those technicians as useless.
I'm wondering if he would be considered crazy if he told his family now that he wanted to skip the engagement and get married to Jiang Yili directly?
--over--
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