Chapter 77 "I just suddenly want to hug you."
"You're getting hot, baby."
Zhou Ai's warm breath was all exhaled into Chu Yi's ears. Chu Yi lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhou Ai's neck affectionately, feeling the beating of his pulse.
There was a light snowfall outside the window, but the temperature inside the house was getting higher and higher.
Chu Yi's sweat soaked the black hair on his forehead, and flowed down his temples to his jaw... (omitted here)
Follow the ups and downs of the movement.
The breathing is uneven.
Chu Yi said nothing. The two looked into each other's eyes. He just leaned forward and gently kissed Zhou Ai on the chin.
The newly grown green stubble was a bit prickly. Chu Yi made an impatient "tsk" sound and frowned slightly, like an offended cat.
Zhou Ai's breathing suddenly became heavier. He held Chu Yi's slender waist firmly with both hands, applying slight force with his knuckles.
His gaze remained calm as he looked deeply into Chu Yi's eyes, carefully depicting the slightly red corners of his eyes and the marks from last night that had not faded.
Zhou Ai unconsciously increased the strength of his hands, but his expression remained restrained. He just watched quietly as the person on his body ignited the fire on him bit by bit.
Chu Yi seemed to be aroused by his calmness and had a certain desire to win. He hooked his hands around the back of Zhou Ai's head and pulled him towards him until their noses lightly touched and their breaths blended.
Chu Yi looked down at Zhou Ai's eyes that were so close to him, and suddenly smiled. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the corner of Zhou Ai's tightly pursed lips.
"I want..."
His voice was low and hoarse, with the laziness of just waking up and deliberate seduction, and the ending tone was drawn out, like a small hook.
Zhou Ai's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the muscles of the arms around his waist tightened. His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his burning chest: "What do you want?"
Chu Yi looked at him trying hard to control himself, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He paused for a moment, enjoying Zhou Ai's tense anticipation, and then slowly, with a hint of coquettishness, he said his real request:
"I want you to sing to me."
“……?”
The emotions surging in Zhou Ai's eyes froze for a moment, as if he had not expected this answer.
But he quickly reacted, leaned over and kissed Chu Yi on the lips, like tasting candy, then leaned against his forehead and asked, "Which song do you want to sing?"
Chu Yi rested his chin on Zhou Ai's broad shoulder, his cheek against the warm skin of his neck. He thought seriously for two seconds and whispered, "Closure."
Zhou Ai nodded without asking any more questions. He just raised his hand and gently touched Chu Yi's soft black hair. Then he slid his palm slowly along the curve of the back of his head and went down along the spine with distinct bones.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing.
Zhou Ai cleared his throat and spoke in a low and gentle voice close to Chu Yi's ear.
"Did we both fall in love..."
Did we all fall in love?
“ before we were ready ”
Before we're ready?
“Or did we both give up...”
Or did we all choose to give up...
Chu Yi closed his eyes and leaned relaxedly in Zhou Ai's arms, feeling the steady caress and low singing from behind.
Zhou Ai sang, but his eyes were always fixed on Chu Yi's quiet and dependent profile. Seeing Chu Yi with his eyes closed, leaning against his chest with all his heart, his defenseless appearance softened his heart.
"Mr. Zhou."
Chu Yi called Zhou Ai softly, interrupting her singing.
"Um? "
Zhou Ai lowered his head slightly and rubbed Chu Yi's head.
"You sing for me alone, do I need to buy a ticket?"
Chu Yi was still pressed against Zhou Ai's chest, but the cunning light in his eyes could not be concealed. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ai with bright eyes.
Caught off guard, the world spun around, and the two of them switched positions.
The soft mattress sank deep into the bed, forming a nest that tightly wrapped around the two of them.
………
It tugged at Zhou Ai's nerves.
……..
From the slightly rising and falling chest, ... (500 words omitted)
Chu Yi's hands unconsciously sank into Zhou Ai's hair, causing him pain from the slight pulling.
The slight pain made Zhou Ai——
More excited.
……..omitted
broken,
Seducing,
More viscous.
Then he was completely swallowed up by Zhou Ai.
The strong and direct stimulation made Chu Yi almost jump up, but he was firmly restrained by the person on him.
Chu Yi's fingers grabbing Zhou Ai's hair suddenly gained strength.
The instep of the foot instantly straightened and the toes curled up unbearably.
But Zhou Ai did not stop until Chu Yi was completely exhausted and leaned against his chest, breathing slightly. Only then did he stop completely.
From the peak of the clouds, he was dragged into the deeper seabed the next moment.
at this point---
Zhou Ai became the only piece of driftwood he could hold on to.
Like a fish out of water.
Everything flickers.
Chu Yi was completely exhausted.
His whole body was limp as if all the bones had been pulled out of him.
Chest heaving violently, heart rate soaring—
Her eyes were staring at the ceiling without focus, only her fine eyelashes were still trembling slightly because of the lingering sound.
Zhou Ai raised his head, his lips moist and wet. He leaned over, ignoring the mess on the bed sheets, and hugged the limp person tightly in his arms.
Over and over again, with that extremely husky and sexy voice, she whispered sweetly:
"Good baby..."
"Good baby..."
Chu Yi was exhausted and was easily turned around by Zhou Ai. He heard him say, "Look at me obediently..."
Chu Yi opened his eyes, and two drops of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He heard him say again, "Be good... forget about the unhappiness..."
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After taking a shower, Chu Yi was covered in moisture. He was only wearing Zhou Ai's loose black silk shirt, the hem of which just covered his thighs. He was wearing nothing underneath.
He lazily leaned against the end of the bed, his slightly damp black hair sticking to his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were still bathed in a crimson from the heat, as if he had applied the finest rouge.
Zhou Ai came over with a soft, dry towel and naturally wanted to wipe his hair.
The towel was applied gently, but it just blocked Chu Yi's view of the phone.
“Tsk—”
Chu Yi's spoiled kitten temper was instantly ignited again.
He raised his smooth instep in dissatisfaction and pressed it against Zhou Ai's waist and abdomen to stop his movements.
"Wipe your hair clean." Zhou Ai's tone remained gentle.
"I'll do it in a moment." Chu Yi's mind was still on the phone. He responded perfunctorily, his fingertips tapping on the screen quickly.
He was replying to Cheng Yanqing's message, who said that Cheng Zhi was very angry after returning home. Chu Ruoyin also called Chu Yi many times, but he didn't answer any of them.
Chu Yi's attention was all on the mobile phone screen, typing away.
Zhou Ai came closer with the towel, and Chu Yi flexibly changed the angle of his phone, just avoiding his movement.
Master Zhou stood there and raised his eyebrows.
It seems that language is useless.
He simply bent over and moved closer, accurately grabbing the pair of lips that were slightly pursed due to concentration, and kissed them firmly, making a crisp sound.
"Want to do it again?" He pressed his hand against Chu Yi's forehead, his voice low and hoarse with allure, hinting at the "punishment" in the bathroom just now that had made her legs weak and her face blush.
Chu Yi paused in typing, remembering the scene in the bathroom where he was almost out of breath and had to rely on him. He shuddered and immediately became obedient. He put down his phone and let Zhou Ai wrap his hair with a towel and rub it carefully.
He picked up his phone again and continued to reply to Cheng Yanqing.
"Who are you messaging?"
"Wild man?"
"Can I see it?"
Young Master Zhou gently wiped his hair while slowly asking three questions. When he finished the last question, he naturally leaned over and wanted to look at Chu Yi's mobile phone screen.
As a result, Chu Yi reacted extremely quickly. He flipped his wrist and directly put the phone screen on his leg.
"Checking on him?" Chu Yi raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile. After saying that, he very naturally extended his palm towards Zhou Ai, hooked his slender fingers, and raised his eyebrows to indicate -
If I need to check, I'll do it first. Give me your phone.
Zhou Ai looked at his self-righteous and cunning appearance, smiled indifferently, reached out and rubbed his half-dry hair, feeling that most of it was dry, then turned and walked to the sofa, picked up his mobile phone, and threw it to Chu Yi without hesitation.
"There is no password." He said calmly.
After saying that, Zhou Ai dug out a new pair of soft wool socks from the closet. She returned to the bedside, knelt on one knee, grasped Chu Yi's slightly cold ankle, and carefully helped him put on the socks, making sure he wouldn't catch a cold. Then she turned around and began to skillfully fold the clean clothes she had just brought in.
Chu Yi supported his head with one hand, looking at it in surprise.
Zhou Ai always acts like a domineering young master who is "unreliable", "unruly and loves freedom" when he is outside, but unexpectedly, at home, he acts like a typical "Snail Girl".
Cooking, mopping the floor, washing clothes, even bathing him... and now folding clothes, he almost takes care of all the housework.
Chu Yi also realized belatedly that his once suppressed temper had become more pronounced under Zhou Ai's meticulous care and indulgence—picky eating, inactivity, and grumpiness when waking up...
He turned Zhou Ai's phone in his hand, and the screen without a password easily entered the main page.
The lock screen still had the original wallpaper that came with the iPhone, but the wallpaper on the home screen made Chu Yi stunned for a moment.
I don’t know when Zhou Ai took the secret photo of him.
In the photo, he was deeply buried in the soft pillow, sleeping soundly. The soft light of the early morning outlined his peaceful sleeping face. His eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow. The corners of his mouth were unconsciously slightly raised, making him look defenseless and unusually soft.
He actually used such a photo as his desktop.
Chu Yi's heart felt like it was being gently tickled by the softest feather, and an indescribable, swell of warmth instantly filled his chest. He raised his eyes and looked at the tall, reliable figure, who was facing away from him, carefully folding clothes.
Zhou Ai seemed to sense something and turned around, just in time to meet Chu Yi's gaze, which he couldn't look away from in time.
He raised his lips and smiled, with a bit of rogueness in his voice: "So, did you get any results from checking on the post, dear? Did you catch anything?"
Chu Yi did not answer, but just gently put his phone aside, then stretched out his hands towards him, a gesture for a hug.
Zhou Ai immediately put down the clothes in her hands, took a few steps to the bed, and hugged him and the quilt in her arms.
"Zhou Ai." Chu Yi buried his face in his neck, his voice muffled.
"Um?"
"Nothing," Chu Yi tightened his arms around his waist, "I just suddenly wanted to hug you."
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