In the dark of night, in the room where only the two of them were, Chu Liyue's scent was like an aphrodisiac. Xiao Wujie held her tightly, kissing her fair and delicate neck with infatuation.
Chu Liyue tilted her head back slightly, her fingers tracing his hair, indulging in a gentle caress, as he buried his face in her slender neck, kissing and nibbling softly.
Xiao Wujie's hands had already unconsciously moved to her smooth, jade-like legs, and as he caressed them, his kisses became increasingly deep.
His eyelashes trembled slightly as he suddenly noticed the red marks he had left on Chu Liyue's neck and chest, one of which was a clear tooth mark.
Xiao Wujie felt a little guilty. When he was infatuated, he would bite without restraint. If he had bitten any deeper, his skin would have broken.
With this thought in mind, he parted his thin lips slightly, his tongue darting out to gently suck and lick along the red mark.
The warm, moist touch brushed against her skin, traveling downwards and sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through her. Chu Liyue's body stiffened abruptly, and she gasped, her breath slightly ragged.
"My sweet baby."
"baby."
"Stop..."
Before she could speak, Xiao Wujie clung to her, kissing her lips and boldly guiding her hand to his pale chest and abdominal muscles.
Reason was consumed by fire, and Chu Liyue suddenly leaned over, pressed him against the headboard, and gently grabbed his delicate neck, groping him roughly.
She only released him when Xiao Wujie let out a soft groan and could barely breathe.
Xiao Wujie's hair was scattered across his forehead, his breath was disordered, his eyes were unfocused, and his pale lips were swollen and red from being kissed, making him exceptionally alluring.
At the same time, his hand was still sticky and hooked around Chu Liyue's neck, like a male demon emerging from the water, or even more like a male concubine whom she could wantonly ravage.
Chu Liyue's breathing became slightly heavy, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and desire unconsciously appeared in her eyes.
She lightly pressed her tongue against her teeth and reached out to remove Xiao Wujie's arm from her neck. If this continued, she would lose control of herself.
Because of his physical condition, Xiao Wujie's sensations weren't as intense, but he wanted to make Chu Liyue comfortable.
He hooked his arm around Chu Liyue's neck and moved closer to her, his voice sexy and alluring: "Sister, it's alright."
Chu Liyue braced her arms on either side of him, a crimson glint in her eyes, and shook her head through gritted teeth: "No, you're still sick. I said once a month."
Xiao Wujie's gaze trembled slightly. His body was indeed a bit weak right now. As his eyes flickered, he suddenly looked embarrassed and nervously rubbed his fingers together.
The next second, he suddenly stood up, snuggled into Chu Liyue's arms, gently bit her earlobe, and said in a hoarse, seductive voice, "Sister, I'll help you, okay?"
His hands, supple as snakes, slipped inside Chu Liyue's skirt...
The night breeze was somewhat sticky, and the twinkling, cold stars hid behind the clouds, their faint, rustling sounds sparking the imagination.
He leaned casually against the headboard, his chest exposed, while Chu Liyue's breathing was disordered, her head resting weakly against his chest.
Chu Liyue usually carried him; she rarely leaned against him in this position, which Xiao Wujie found incredibly rare.
He wiped his hands and lowered his head to kiss Chu Liyue's hair: "Sister, does it feel good?"
Chu Liyue pinched his waist and squeezed his lower back, her voice trembling slightly:
"Who taught you all this?"
Xiao Wujie trembled slightly as she pinched him, and chuckled softly, "I learned this especially for my sister."
As Xiao Wujie watched Chu Liyue's breath sink slightly against his chest, before he could even finish rejoicing, he saw Chu Liyue suddenly raise her head. Although the afterglow lingered on her beautiful face, her gaze had already regained its clarity.
She scooped Xiao Wujie up in her arms and said in a low, cold voice, "Don't do this again next time."
Xiao Wujie was a little smug for a moment: "I understand, it's irony."
Chu Liyue looked down at him, her eyes deep and unfathomable. She pursed her lips slightly, then carried him into the bathroom.
...
Beneath the covers, Xiao Wujie pressed his hand against Chu Liyue's chest, his lips pursed, and he sobbed softly.
"I don't want you to hug me."
"You're bullying me."
In the bathroom, Chu Liyue pinned him down in the bathtub, teasing him until he was numb.
His tongue is now weak, and he has difficulty speaking.
Chu Liyue reached out to hook her arm around his waist, but he pressed himself against the wall, looking like he had been bullied terribly and was filled with resentment.
Chu Liyue raised an eyebrow slightly. "Not going to hug me? Then I'll turn my back to you?"
Even though the room was completely dark, Chu Liyue could clearly feel the resentment there decreasing exponentially.
She smiled silently, deliberately exaggerating her movements as if she were about to turn over.
"no!"
The next second, Xiao Wujie's slightly cool body pressed tightly against her, as if afraid she would leave, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, not letting go at all.
Chu Liyue's fingertips gently caressed his back, her voice low and husky as she chuckled:
"You're not angry anymore?"
Xiao Wujie buried his face in her chest, his heart heavy with resentment, and remained silent.
I thought I'd finally won, but...
Chu Liyue gently pinched his earlobe with her warm fingertips, then leaned close to his ear and chuckled:
"Baby, I'm happy that your sister loves you. You don't need to do any heavy work."
Xiao Wujie gently nuzzled her chin, whispering resentfully:
"My older brother and Lu Zhufeng both say that you raised me like a son, and they laugh at me for being down there. I don't want to be a son."
He actually wanted to say that he didn't ask for much; he just wanted to be a father, even just once.
But he felt that if he said that to Chu Liyue, he would probably become the one crying and calling for his mother.
Chu Liyue couldn't help but lightly flick his head, wondering when she could get rid of the little darling's thoughts of retaliation.
However, she still gently stroked his hair and asked with a smile:
"Don't you like it when your older sister spoils you?"
Xiao Wujie's cheeks flushed slightly, and he stammered, "I...I like it."
"But I also want to...once...even just once."
As he continued, he could barely continue. His lower back arched instinctively, and he buried himself deep into Chu Liyue's arms like an ostrich, barely managing to utter a single word:
"I haven't...experienced it."
Chu Liyue suppressed a laugh, flicked his burning earlobe, and replied insincerely:
"Once you're better, I'll let you try it, okay?"
Xiao Wujie was immediately startled, his ears twitched, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Don't lie to me!"
Chu Liyue just smiled and didn't say anything.
As night deepened, after much commotion, the ambiguous atmosphere gradually cooled and subsided.
Chu Liyue let Xiao Wujie rest his head on her arm, gently patting his back to lull him to sleep.
Xiao Wujie wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Only the soft echoes of breathing could be heard as Chu Liyue suddenly whispered:
"My sweet baby."
"I'll be a bit busy lately and won't be able to spend as much time with you as I want."
"...They might come and spend more time with you."
Running away is not the final choice; after all, you are blood relatives, and they love you very much.
Xiao Wujie's gaze flickered slightly, his lips pursed, but he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck. After a long while, he softly hummed in agreement.
"good."
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