Chapter 66 The heatwave is broken? It seems not yet. ...
How did they start kissing?
They kissed everywhere.
None of that matters anymore.
The moment their lips met, all reason was swept away by an uncontrollable tide.
Their breaths were tangled together in a chaotic mess, and the moment their lips and teeth parted, a faint, glistening dampness appeared, so subtle that you could almost hear the sound of their sticky connection being pulled apart.
Her slender shoulder blades pressed against the door, her back was icy cold, but her chest trembled from his heat, and the air was filled with the damp heat diluted by the rain.
In the darkness, Ning Jiu was almost breathless from his predatory kiss. Her thoughts were in chaos as she vaguely recalled her impression of Qiao Bolin when she first met him in high school.
Undoubtedly a prodigy, the most perfect student in the eyes of parents and teachers.
No matter where he stands, he is the center where all the light converges.
He was an outstanding student in both character and academics. Every time he walked up the teaching building floor by floor, the wall of honor was filled with his name and photo. He had won countless highly prestigious medals. Even just passing through the crowd when the exam papers were being handed out was enough to make many girls lower their heads and blush.
At this moment, his slender fingers dug deep into the skin of her thigh, leaving alluring and ambiguous finger marks.
Those hands, which had wielded countless honors, were slowly exploring her body, prying open her defenses step by step. The deeper the touch, the more disordered her breathing, and the more passionate and intoxicating the kiss became.
Her fingernails dug deep into the man's skin, leaving trails of alluring red marks on his taut skin.
He had eaten most of the lip gloss from her lips, but he was still not satisfied. His lips and tongue pressed against Ning Jiu's tongue, intertwining deeply. The sound of rain and the sound of water mingling with their lips and teeth intertwined into an indistinct roar. She felt her whole body burning up, waves of heat surging up from within her. The sourness and pleasure were twisted into a string on the verge of its limit, and the tide was about to surge past the edge of consciousness.
Ning Jiu didn't know how she should react.
Should she push him away? It seemed she really couldn't do it.
The moisture between her lips was endless, and the sandalwood scent was stronger than ever before. She opened her eyes and could see Qiao Bolin's sexy Adam's apple bobbing rapidly with each swallow.
The small mole on her throat shimmered with a crystalline luster, probably from their recent kiss; it was very sexy.
seduce.
A blatant seduction.
The warmth of his palm seeped through her clothes; the pressure wasn't strong, but it was enough to make her go limp.
Ning Jiu felt like her body was melting into a puddle of water. She couldn't help but moan and gently pushed him. Qiao Bolin thought she was going to push him away, so he took a step forward instead. His hot body pressed against her, and she was so burned that her mind went blank.
"You...you stop for a second."
Ning Jiu had no choice but to return his kiss. Qiao Bolin was taken aback. Taking advantage of his momentary daze, she bit his tongue and pulled away, which separated them a little, leaving a thin silver thread at the corner of her lips.
"You're lying to me."
She is vindictive and will definitely settle scores later.
Her bright eyes looked especially beautiful in the dark, and her tone carried a sense of grievance that she herself hadn't even realized.
"Joe Bolin, you lied to me, you're so bad."
Qiao Bailin did not respond immediately.
He just stared at her like that. At first, Ning Jiu thought he was listening to her, but after she finished speaking, she realized where he was looking—
His hand had not yet been removed.
Her clothes were disheveled from the kiss, and Ning Jiu's already damp shirt clung to her body, the fabric and skin seamless, revealing glimpses of her slender figure in the moonlight.
Water droplets slid down her neck, disappearing into her clothes along the collar. The thin fabric revealed the outline of her snow-white skin, and her originally slender figure was suddenly stretched slightly by a hand with prominent veins, the man's fingertips faintly visible within, an irresistible sight.
When Ning Jiu realized what he was looking at, blood rushed to her face almost instantly. She wanted to speak, but the hem of her clothes was lifted first, and a wave of soreness surged up, causing her legs to go weak.
"Huh?" He was the one making this gesture, and he seemed to know nothing at all.
The top student still maintained a helpful demeanor.
"Ning Jiu, why are you suddenly unsteady on your feet? Do you need my help?"
That's absolutely awful.
This person.
But it was clearly him who lied to her; the one who should be punished is Qiao Bolin.
As Ning Jiu suppressed the trembling in his body and spoke those words with righteous indignation, Qiao Bolin actually stopped what he was doing, lowered his head and kissed the delicate skin that he had pinched until it was red, the burning heat almost making him tremble.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He admitted his mistake as quickly as ever. “It was my fault.”
An attitude of absolute submission and a gaze of extreme possessiveness can coexist in one person.
"I'm at your disposal."
In that bet, Ning Jiu was right about one thing.
This was indeed a pointless bet.
Regardless of who wins or loses, his fame, fortune, status, and desires—everything about him—should rightfully be handed over to her to control.
Undoubtedly, it is a matter of course.
She was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to actually listen to her. But since she had the initiative, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it?
Ning Jiu's clothes were already soaked and wrinkled, but Qiao Bolin's were still neatly dressed, even though they were wet.
Looking at his composed demeanor, she suddenly felt a pang of resentment.
Her fingertips brushed past the buttons on his chest, slipping inside his collar. In that instant of the interplay between coolness and heat, Qiao Bolin's breath hitched slightly as he felt her subtle, almost imperceptible, teasing touch.
The tie was pulled out, the slight rubbing particularly clear in the night. He watched quietly as Ning Jiu used his tie to bind his wrist, then slightly tiptoed and gently bit the side of his Adam's apple. Was it his imagination? His Adam's apple seemed to be bobbing more violently.
Ning Jiu started by gently biting, but then remembered it was a punishment, so she simply went all out and started biting.
A small mole on her fair skin was covered with her teeth marks, which shimmered with a watery red hue. Combined with Qiao Bolin's innocent expression, it only added a touch of inexplicable lewdness.
The kiss traveled along Qiao Bolin's Adam's apple, the nibbling gradually softening until it reached Qiao Bolin's wrist. Ning Jiu felt the slightly rougher texture of the scar on the back of his hand compared to the rest of his skin, and her eyes stung slightly.
“If you ever dare to lie to me about something like this again,” she tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, but little did she know that this only made her amber eyes appear misty and wet, “I will never forgive you in this lifetime.”
A lover's bite mark is the highest reward.
Qiao Bolin gazed at Ning Jiu's tear-filled eyes, a gentle smile that could almost drown a person.
Ning Jiu didn't understand why he was laughing; at least what she was saying was very serious and not funny at all.
"Hey, this isn't funny, is it?" Her emotions were already at their peak, and she was dissatisfied with Qiao Bolin's reaction, so her tone unconsciously hardened again. "But then again, I remember you said in high school that you would never forgive me. Well then, this time we're even, neither of us should forgive the other."
As they were getting into the conversation, Ning Jiu didn't notice at all that the tie that had been binding the man was slowly coming loose.
"Actually, this is fine too."
His answer shocked Ning Jiu. She looked at him in disbelief, and suddenly felt a tightness around her slender waist as a hot, hard forearm wrapped around her, an aggressive posture that made no reservations.
"Let's not let each other go, let's keep entangled like this until we die, that's good."
With her weightless, Qiao Bolin easily picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
"Decades later, our tombstones will stand side by side, our names engraved together, our hearts buried closest to each other, and even death will not be able to separate us."
Life is so short, if you like someone, you should be entangled with them.
"Ignite me, extinguish me, and then destroy me."
The mattress sank slightly as Ning Jiu watched Qiao Bolin lean down and press down on her. The tie that had been binding his wrists now rested on her slender ankles.
"Isn't this what you're best at, baby?"
That's insane.
They've all gone mad.
No one survived tonight's rain.
With her feet bound by silk, Ning Jiu could only move forward with difficulty, step by step. Before she could even steady herself, he easily grabbed her ankles.
What was supposed to be her punishment for him now seems to have become his reward.
The wind and rain raged outside the window, pounding against the glass. The sound of the water was unsettling. The delicate leaves outside the window were drenched and bent over by the rain. A drop of water slid down the veins of a leaf and spread a light brown watermark on the ground.
The soil was washed away, the wind was squeezed out of shape by the rain, and it made a rustling sound as it passed through the branches and leaves. The world seemed like a crumpled piece of paper, and then it calmed down after a clap of thunder.
"Do you remember?" He kissed her tenderly, a kiss so tender it made her tremble. "The first time you came to my house, it was also a rainy day like this."
"Back then, you told me that love was like a massive typhoon passing through, and at first I didn't understand," his voice, chuckled softly at this moment, adding an indescribable sensuality, "but later I thought, although there are many kinds of love—"
"But ours might be more intense than a typhoon."
A soaked back, taut muscles, bulging veins in the forearms, heavy breathing.
Slender fingertips sank into the pillow, leaving damp fingerprints of varying depths. The air was filled with the scent of their intertwined bodies. Reason was gradually swallowed up, leaving only the senses teetering on the edge of losing control, blurring the vision.
"No, I don't want it anymore."
"Is it broken?"
Ning Jiu felt a gentle kiss on her sweat-dampened lower back, and the soft cushion beneath her jolted unexpectedly, causing her to tremble almost immediately.
A man's chuckling voice reached my ears.
"Oh, it seems not yet."
She loosened her grip on the pillow, trying to reach out and touch Qiao Bolin's chest, but because her back was to him, she couldn't reach him no matter what she did.
Her body felt full, but her heart felt inexplicably empty, and she began to call his name in a trembling voice.
“Joe Berlin…”
"I am here."
"Berlin... Joe Berlin."
Suddenly, she felt extremely uneasy. An inexplicable panic welled up in her chest, and she couldn't help but want to break free from her restraints.
To avoid hurting her, Qiao Bolin loosened his tie and turned her over. The air suddenly became tense, and Ning Jiu couldn't help but make a sound, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Did you teach Liu Qingman everything she told me? Your situation isn't as serious as she described, is it?"
She unusually responded to his movements, raising her hands slightly as if to embrace him.
"......"
Unexpectedly, the man who had been responding to everything suddenly fell silent. Ning Jiu's movements became more urgent, and Qiao Bolin hissed softly, patting her waist and hips.
"Relax, baby."
He reached out and hugged her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her collarbone, darkening the stains on the sheets once more.
“I didn’t teach Liu Qingman how to talk about the illness,” his voice sounded heavier than usual, as did his movements. “How she told you.”
This time, Ning Jiu remained silent.
"But anyway, I'm fine now, aren't I?"
After a moment of silence, the storm swept away all reason and unease. Ning Jiu felt like she was suspended on a thread in the wind, being pulled and deformed at will. All her clarity was submerged in a blurry sound of the tide. All she could see and touch was him.
"I'll be fine."
Her earlobe was sucked and bitten again, and in that moment of extreme imbalance, her consciousness was lifted up by an invisible wave of heat and gently soothed.
"George Bolin whispered in her ear."
"I want to make love with you many, many more times."
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Author's note: Everything will be alright.
There should be more staircase play in the next chapter, updated Thursday~
The next update will be on October 9th. Here's wishing Xiao Qiao a happy birthday in advance! You get a day off for your birthday this year!
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Life is so short; if you like someone, you should be entangled with them. —Source: Internet
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