The morning light slanted into the bedroom through the half-open curtains, casting a golden dividing line on the floor.
Wu Meng had already woken up and was lying on her side with one hand supporting her head, her eyes wandering over the naked back of the person next to her - the marks she had deliberately left last night were particularly clear in the morning light, from the red fingerprints to the slightly swollen bite marks, like some kind of invisible mark of ownership.
Xu Jinshi's black hair was spread out in a messy wolf-tail on the pillow. His face, which usually had a sly smile, was now slightly frowned due to a hangover, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes.
His white shirt - the only piece of clothing left from last night - hung wrinkled on his body, the hem barely covering the base of his thighs, revealing the well-defined leg muscles underneath, which were also covered with ambiguous pink marks.
Wu Meng's fingertips gently stroked a noticeable kiss mark on the back of his neck. He heard the sleeping man unconsciously hiss and his body shudder slightly.
She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and leaned over to whisper in his ear: "Are you awake, little wolfdog?"
Xu Jinshi's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his peach blossom eyes that were always full of affection.
In the morning light, his pupils dilated slightly, obviously he had not yet fully adapted to the light.
He tried to move his body, but froze as soon as he raised his arms - all the muscles in his body protested with soreness, especially in his waist and abdomen, and he could hardly move his strength.
"Sister...what time is it..." His voice was extremely hoarse.
Wu Meng glanced at her phone: "Ten thirty."
Her fingertips continued to wander over his back, feeling the subtle tremors of the skin beneath her hands with satisfaction. "Do you still want to get up?"
Xu Jinshi tried to prop up his body with his elbows, but fell heavily back onto the bed the next second, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
His black hair fell as he moved, covering the tips of his ears which had instantly turned red. "...What happened to you last night..."
"Punishment," Wu Meng replied bluntly, suddenly pulling back the thin blanket covering his waist, revealing more marks. "It seems to be working well."
Xu Jinshi suddenly closed his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
In the morning light, the red tips of his ears contrasted sharply with his messy black hair. His white shirt was wide open because of his sleeping position, revealing his chest covered with kiss marks.
He looked both disheveled and alluring, like a meticulously ravaged work of art.
"I... remember fragments..." he said intermittently, his voice gradually becoming lower. "You pressed me against... the wall..."
"Wake up, you need to wash up."
Xu Jinshi opened his wet eyes and looked at her, his eyes filled with a hint of pleading and dependence: "...I can't move..."
"I'll help you."
Wu Meng said bluntly, suddenly bending down and picking him up horizontally.
Xu Jinshi exclaimed, his arms instinctively wrapping around her neck. His black hair fell completely down, and the hem of his white shirt swayed in the air, revealing more traces of last night's wounds.
He looked frightened and vulnerable, completely lacking his usual composure.
"Sister! Let me go..." His protest came to an abrupt end because Wu Meng had already strode towards the bathroom with no intention of letting him go.
The morning light filtered through the frosted glass window, casting a soft hue over the bathroom. Wu Meng placed him on the cold sink. The coldness of the marble countertop made Xu Jinshi shudder, and tiny particles immediately appeared on his skin beneath his white shirt.
"Cold..." He grumbled softly, his fingers unconsciously grasping the corner of her clothes.
Wu Meng turned a deaf ear to him, squeezed the toothpaste, and handed the toothbrush to his mouth: "Brush your teeth."
Xu Jinshi took the toothbrush blankly, his movements as slow as a sloth. His black hair hung down in front of his forehead, partially obscuring his vision, and his brushing movements seemed particularly clumsy.
The toothpaste foam slid down the corner of his lips and was unconsciously licked away by the tip of his tongue.
This simple action made Wu Meng's eyes darken. She suddenly grabbed the back of his head and leaned over to kiss him.
Mint-flavored foam spread between their lips. Xu Jinshi gasped in surprise, and the toothbrush in his hand fell into the sink with a "click".
His fingers helplessly gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white from the effort, and his legs subconsciously wrapped around her waist for support.
"Um...sister..." He begged vaguely between breaths, his voice weaker than ever before, "I...haven't finished brushing yet..."
Wu Meng turned a deaf ear to her and instead deepened the kiss, inserting her fingers into his black hair and forcing him to tilt his head back to accept the almost suffocating kiss.
Xu Jinshi's breathing was completely disordered, her chest heaving violently, and her white shirt was completely open because of the movement, revealing more of the marks she left last night.
When Wu Meng finally let him go, Xu Jinshi was already panting and his eyes were vacant. His lips were even more red and swollen from the intense kiss, and there was still a trace of toothpaste foam at the corner of his lips, looking both innocent and erotic.
"It's done now." Wu Meng announced, wiping the foam from the corner of his lips with his fingertips.
Xu Jinshi stared at her blankly, his Adam's apple rolled, but he said nothing.
His eyelashes were wet with tears from the passionate kiss just now, sticking together into several clumps, sparkling with tiny lights in the morning light.
Wu Meng turned on the faucet, tested the water temperature, and began to fill the bathtub. Steam quickly filled the bathroom, fogging the mirror.
"Take a shower." She ordered briefly and turned to look at Xu Jinshi who was still sitting on the sink.
Xu Jinshi blinked slowly, seemingly still processing this simple instruction.
His black hair was slightly curled by the kiss and the humidity in the bathroom, sticking to his flushed cheeks. His body under the white shirt rose and fell slightly with his breathing, looking both fragile and beautiful.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
