Chapter 38 The Fire Baby Just Sucked Me
She drank too much last night and wasn't sober at all, but now she's perfectly sober.
Chi Yu was letting her experience the feeling of kissing in detail and clearly.
The intense aura of male hormones ignited around her like explosives, overwhelming and engulfing all her senses.
He hooked her tongue around, gently sucking, teasing, and kissing it.
It's like licking, and it's also like sucking.
The kiss was intense yet gentle, like a seduction, meant to make her accustomed to it, to make her fall for it.
Xinmian's breathing became completely disordered, her tongue was slightly numb from his sucking, and she made whimpering sounds, which only resulted in the man's more passionate invasion.
Chi Yu was a novice like her, but men seem to have an innate and extraordinary ability to understand this skill.
After just one night, he became completely at ease.
He kissed her while glancing at her with his eyes half-closed.
She was red all over, her thin eyelids were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled from his unrestrained kisses, and she occasionally let out a few indistinct moans from her throat.
Her two arms draped limply over his shoulders, slowly drooping down as she lost all her strength.
But he grabbed her and pulled her back around his neck.
Hold him tighter than he does.
The sounds of kissing filled the room, ranging from subtle to frenzied.
Xinmian was completely dazed, her body went limp, and she could only let him lead her.
This intense entanglement and indulgence is like a small boat tossed about by the waves on the ocean.
The stimulation was so intense that it led her into a world she had never set foot in before.
It's impossible to refuse, and it's too difficult to refuse.
The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time until Xinmian felt her back touch the soft bed, at which point she regained some of her senses.
“...Um...Chi Yu..."
"...Hmm..."
He teased her with the tip of his tongue, and she could only utter a few soft moans through her nose, her words incoherent.
It sounded like he was begging for mercy.
But to him, it sounded no different from seduction.
The bed slowly sank, and the man's tall body pressed down on it.
As he leaned forward, something slipped out of his collar and landed on her collarbone.
The cool necklace carried his body heat.
Xin Mian's fingertips twitched slightly, and she instinctively reached out to touch it. Her mind was a blur, and she couldn't remember where she had seen this necklace before.
Noticing her distraction, Chi Yu took her tongue into his mouth and gently bit it.
She groaned in pain and pushed him away with her other hand.
He held her hand.
He braced himself on the mattress with one hand, creating a slight distance between them, and looked down at her.
The desire in his eyes was so intense it was almost impenetrable, like an abyss.
Xin Mian's ears turned red, and she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. She breathed heavily and focused all her attention on the necklace.
Incidentally... I noticed the fingernail mark on his neck.
It was her masterpiece just now.
Her lips were bright red and slightly swollen from being kissed. She turned her head away to avoid his attempt to kiss her again.
He whispered, "It hurts..."
Chi Yu pinched her chin with his long fingers, turned her head, and stared intently at her lips with burning eyes.
He stroked it with his fingertips, as if he wanted to rub it but didn't.
Her mind was in turmoil from his actions, and she heard him say, "That's great, baby."
"It sucked on me just now."
He could feel her acceptance, her indulgence, and even her unintentional responses.
Although it was only for a very short time.
Xin Mian blushed instantly, her cheeks burning.
"Don't say anymore..."
If last night's kiss could be excused by being drunk and not thinking clearly, then just now, it was obvious that lust had overcome reason.
In a state of perfect clarity, she shared a long kiss with Chi Yu.
well...
Hormones and adrenaline are indeed misleading.
Chi Yu smiled and gently touched the top of her head with his broad palm, noticing that the necklace around his neck was being held loosely in her hand.
The anchor lock, which had been warmed by his body heat, was now warmed by her touch.
His smile darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "What? Don't you recognize me?"
"The token of love you gave me."
Xinmian's big eyes widened even more.
Her eyes, which had been glazed over from the kiss, were now filled with disbelief.
"Don't talk nonsense..."
As soon as I spoke, I realized my voice was a little hoarse.
"I never gave you a necklace."
As soon as he finished speaking, he unconsciously gripped the necklace in his palm.
The moment she was pricked by the edge of the anchor, it dawned on her, "This is... the necklace from that painting?"
"You had someone make it?"
"To be precise, I did it myself."
He nodded, and said meaningfully, "Now you should admit it, right?"
The necklace was painted by her, and the painting was a gift from her; isn't that a token of their love?
Xinmian was stunned by his logic.
"I just added a necklace to the painting."
The few strokes were very casual; the anchor and lock patterns were just something she came up with on a whim.
Unexpectedly, he actually made the necklace himself, even though it was originally nonexistent.
No wonder, he was rarely seen in the days leading up to the start of the fishing festival.
But I must say, the necklace is quite well made.
The anchor and the lock are tightly fastened together, becoming an inseparable part of each other.
Just as Xin Mian was about to correct his statement about "tokens of love," her phone, which was on the bedside table, lit up.
It was a message from Qin Shengtian.
[Mianmian! My overtime pay is this much!]
The screenshot is a pay slip for overtime work.
I know a new restaurant that just opened in the residential area. Let's go try it out once we get our overtime pay!
In just a few words, Xin Mian was instantly pulled out of the ambiguous atmosphere.
She didn't know where the strength came from, but taking advantage of Chi Yu's inattention, she pushed him away.
She turned around and quickly hid herself completely under the covers, the edges of the covers pressed tightly against her body, like a silkworm cocoon wrapped in a warm shell.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent.
She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with her fingertips, hesitating whether to check if he had left, when a sudden noise broke out in the room.
That's the sound of something being thrown into a trash bag.
Immediately afterwards, the tall man leaned down and hugged her through the blanket.
"I'll throw away the ones that don't fit, and we'll buy whatever flavor you want next time."
"Or, you don't have to buy it."
The last sentence terrified her, making her heart tremble and her hands and feet suddenly turn cold.
But Chi Yu left after saying those two sentences.
A few minutes later, Xinmian finally couldn't stand the stuffiness in the bed and gently lifted the covers.
The room was empty except for her.
The trash can by the door was empty; the trash bags had already been taken away.
She didn't know what Chi Yu's last words meant, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering.
This distraction caused me to suffer from insomnia until the early hours of the morning before I could finally fall asleep.
I slept straight through until noon the next day.
She suddenly woke up with a start; she had to go to kindergarten that afternoon.
Fortunately, she wasn't a full-time kindergarten teacher; she only needed to arrive at the designated time before class.
Xin Mian quickly got up, washed up, ate lunch, packed her things, said goodbye to Chen Xiulian, and went straight out.
Today's class was still attended by kindergarten seniors. Having spent time together before, the children were noticeably more familiar with Xinmian.
As soon as Xinmian arrived, they surrounded her, chattering about the funny things that happened at kindergarten that day.
It was a bit noisy, but the children's innocence was adorable.
Fearing that Xinmian wouldn't be able to handle the children's enthusiasm, Director Fang smiled and told them to go back to their seats and sit quietly.
The children scattered, but Little Dimple didn't move.
Xinmian crouched down, touched the little tuft of hair on the top of her head, and asked with a smile, "Little dimple, is there something you want to tell your teacher?"
Little Dimples smiled shyly, their dimples barely visible on her lips. "Teacher Xiaomian, this is for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took her hand out from behind her back, revealing a small red flower in her palm.
It's clear that the little girl carefully protected the flower, making sure it wasn't crushed.
Xin Mian laughed, "The little red flower is a reward for little dimples from kindergarten. Why did you give it to the teacher?"
“Because…” She tilted her head and thought for a moment, her beautiful, grape-like eyes fixed intently, “My brother said that girls all like flowers.”
After saying that, she seemed a little unsure and asked cautiously, "...Teacher Xiaomian, do you like it?"
"like."
Xin Mian nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Little Dimple, for giving your teacher such beautiful flowers."
"Does Little Dimple like flowers?"
Little Dimple nodded emphatically, "I love it! Flowers! They smell so good!"
“Okay,” Xin Mian tilted her head and said gently, “Then how about Teacher gives you a little dimple flower next time?”
"Great! Yay!"
Little Dimple waved her arm excitedly.
However, the moment she raised her arm, Xin Mian noticed two bruises, one dark and one light, on her forearm.
Her expression softened slightly as she gently took her hand and asked, "How did you get hurt here?"
With her head lowered, as if she was seriously recalling and thinking, she paused for a few seconds and then looked up, "At home, I bumped into it by accident."
Where did it hit?
“The table,” she said, grabbing her hand and swinging it towards the corner of the small desk, mimicking the moment she bumped into it, “this is how I bumped into it.”
Xin Mian frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The school bell rang, and Xiao Liwo gave her a soft, sweet smile before turning around and running back to her seat.
Xinmian snapped out of her thoughts, stopped thinking about it, and returned to the blackboard.
A class period passes quickly, and as soon as school is over, kindergarten parents come and go.
Today is still the last day for Little Dimple.
When Xinmian left, she saw her sitting in Director Fang's office, holding her own smartwatch, about to call her brother.
She smiled and called out, "Little Dimple." Little Dimple looked up at her and obediently waved goodbye.
Back in Dongpu Lane, she was still thinking about the flowers she had promised to Xiaoliwo, so she barely ate dinner before going back out to buy materials for making handmade flowers.
By the time we got back, it was already past 8 o'clock.
The living room was brightly lit, so Chi Yu probably hadn't returned yet. Chen Xiulian stood up, preparing to turn off the TV and go back to her room.
"Mianmian is back."
“Grandma,” Xinmian nodded with a smile, bent down and patted the chubby orange cat’s head.
Chen Xiulian said with concern, "You didn't eat much for dinner. Grandma saved some steamed buns for you. If you get hungry tonight, just take them out of the refrigerator and steam them. It'll be quick."
"Okay, thank you, Grandma."
At 10 p.m., Xinmian was hunched over a pile of crumpled rolls of paper, diligently cutting them out.
In the quiet room, a "gurgle" sound suddenly rang out.
She raised her head, rubbed her neck, and got up to go downstairs to find something to eat.
Only one floor lamp was on in the living room on the first floor, making the light dim.
In the courtyard, under the osmanthus tree, a touch of scarlet glowed in the dim night.
Chi Yu is back.
The tall man leaned against the trunk of the osmanthus tree, smoking with his head down.
The swirling smoke blurred his cold, sharp profile.
Xin Mian's resolve wavered slightly. She hesitated between continuing to steam buns in the kitchen or sneaking back to her room before he noticed. By the dim light of the courtyard lamp, she saw the still-bleeding wound on his arm.
She paused for a few seconds, then said urgently, "Chi Yu, you're injured."
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Author's Note: Regarding the question of whether or not to buy condoms, Chi Yu definitely has his reasons for not doing so, but he absolutely, positively, positively, and positively will not let Mianmian suffer in this matter, so everyone can rest assured~
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