094 | (Ninety-three) Do you really want to kiss me?
As Su Xingmao finished pronouncing the last syllable, Xie Qingyan sat in his lap, pressing his fingers against Su Xingmao's action of pulling on his belt.
She was dressed lightly in a fluffy rabbit fur sweatshirt, revealing her two slender legs. She wore a pair of off-white, mid-length white fleece socks with fine, thin fleece trim. Their warmth was negligible. The white folds were loosely piled around her calves, forming an asymmetrical shape—one side longer than the other, the other an inch shorter—resembling fluffy mushrooms growing from a tree trunk, or cute, cloud-like clouds.
Su Xingmao didn't understand the name of these socks, which were only for decoration. He just wondered, wasn't she cold? Until those graceful legs draped over him, and his fingertips accidentally touched them, they were indeed cool to the touch, like the glaze of white porcelain. After being rinsed in water, they were clear and bright, with a smooth, white, and pure glaze.
It's a beautiful sight.
Su Xingmao draped his coat over the shoulders to shield himself from the view.
Xie Qingyan was furrowing his brows, trying to figure out how to kiss him, when he felt a weight on his leg. "What are you doing?"
"Don't catch a cold."
"There is air conditioning."
"It feels cold to the touch."
She astutely grasped the key point: "You touched me secretly?"
Su Xingmao paused: "Sorry."
"I couldn't help it."
He had absolutely no self-control when it came to her.
"Hmph." Xie Qingyan smiled, her eyebrows relaxed.
She considered herself incredibly charming, and it was only natural that she could make him lose his temper with just a flick of her finger. Feeling smug, she raised her chin, wrapped her arms around his neck, and swayed her upper body like she was on a swing.
"Su Xingmao, tell the truth." Xie Qingyan's eyes were half-closed, and his pupils, which were solidified into black beads, only showed two bright points of light. His mouth was also curved, revealing his entire row of teeth, which were snow-white and dazzling.
"Do you really, really want to kiss me?"
So infectious, Su Xingmao's lips also curled up, a faint smile spreading across his face.
Yes. He looked at her smiling face and answered silently in his heart.
Xie Qingyan's smile was always bright and radiant, full of vitality, as if the life of an entire autumn had been poured into that smile.
So vivid, so bright, such a beautiful scene! If he could paint, he would love to capture this moment.
She poked his pectoral muscles with her finger, asking, "Is that right? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"
His ears turned red, hidden beneath his thick black hair.
"Su Xingmao, your ears are red." She saw it, mischievously leaned closer, and blew a puff of hot air, making the earlobes visibly redder, almost dripping blood.
She became even more smug: "You weren't so talkative in bed, and now you're mute again."
She retaliated against his flirtatious and abusive remarks in bed.
"Tell me quickly, do you want to kiss me?"
Su Xingmao remained silent. He liked her initiative at this moment. Her two arms were hanging around his neck and swaying, like a steady tree supporting a swaying, leaping leaf.
He seemed to be able to bear all her weight.
He seemed to be someone's wholehearted reliance, and someone's need.
My heart was pounding so loudly, the throbbing in my chest was a very clear signal.
Xie Qingyan's passion is rare and precious.
The answer that was about to come out was stuck in his throat. The boy pursed his lips, refusing to utter it, wanting to prolong this moment a little longer.
"Do you want to or not? If you don't tell me, I won't kiss you."
She's cheating. He knows it.
As she said this, Xie Qingyan tilted her head, her moist and glossy red lips deliberately pouting, as if tempting someone while keeping them at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, making it impossible for you to have her. She was a truly sweet little rascal.
Su Xingmao nodded silently and gave a soft "hmm".
“You have to say it,” Xie Qingyan said, displeased. “Just like…” he demanded she finish her sentence in bed.
She learns very quickly.
"Yes," Su Xingmao answered matter-of-factly.
She wasn't satisfied with the answer she received: "How much do you want to?"
"I really want to."
Xie Qingyan rolled her eyes: "Don't you think you're like a robot?"
"Only you said that."
"oh……"
"You're so boring."
“I know,” Su Xingmao said, “...but I don’t know what constitutes interesting.”
"What are your hobbies?" Xie Qingyan asked, puzzled. "After knowing you for ten years, besides writing these incomprehensible exam papers, don't you have any other things you enjoy doing?"
Su Xingmao suddenly looked up, his eyes, like cold stars, suddenly shooting towards her.
His gaze lingered, then shifted away from her ear, landing on the glass cabinet. He paused for only a moment, lowered his eyes, and replied, "...No."
“Su Xing Mao.” Xie Qingyan followed his gaze, as if she understood something. Her heart trembled slightly. She turned back, cupped his face, and slowly leaned closer. Just inches from his lips, she breathed on him with a fragrant breath, “You’re so pitiful.”
"I…"
His words were cut off by a wet, soft tongue that darted out from between his rosy lips, passionate and bold, making him open his mouth and stick out his tongue. Then, it clung to him like a vixen sucking his life force, unceremoniously clinging to him and sucking on him.
Su Xingmao closed her eyes, and she was willing to lean down and kiss him.
In that moment of kissing, luck became tangible, and he didn't feel sorry for himself.
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