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Xuemei came out of the room, went back to her new house to get clothes, and went to the bathroom here to take a shower, wash her face, and brush her teeth.
After taking a shower, Xuemei's teeth were chattering from the cold. She quickly put on all her clothes, said goodbye to Liu's mother and the others, and went back to her room.
As soon as Xuemei entered the room, Han Chen's eyes began to fall on Xuemei.
Han Chen had finished washing up and had been waiting in bed for a while. He had a quilt covering his waist and a cotton coat on his upper body. He was sitting at the head of the bed waiting.
Han Chen patted the bed toward Xuemei. Xuemei locked the door from the inside before slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down. Han Chen then pulled out a bottle of boiling salt water wrapped in a coarse cloth from under the quilt and handed it to Xuemei, saying, "It's cold! It just started raining outside, and the wind is strong! Come up and warm up. I've already warmed the quilt."
"I have to wait a moment, my hair isn't undone yet!" Xuemei said, and was about to stand up and walk towards the table.
Han Chen held Xuemei's shoulders and said, "Let me help you!"
Then, Han Chen helped Xuemei take off her two braids. Xuemei's hair was thick and coarse, and because she often wore braids, once it was untied, it spread out in all directions and had small curls. Han Chen laughed when he saw this. Xuemei covered Han Chen's eyes embarrassedly and said, "Don't look at it yet, it's exploded!"
Han Chen was afraid that Xuemei would be angry, so he pulled down her hand and looked at her increasingly petite face. He said, "I'm used to seeing her. She's quite pretty. How come she looks even younger?"
Xuemei explained sheepishly, "It's too dry. I'll use a comb with some water to comb it and it will look much better."
After listening to this, Han Chen got up from the bed, put on his cotton shoes and walked to the table. Only then did Xuemei realize that he was wearing a vest and shorts underneath.
Han Chen took the comb from the table, poured some water from the enamel cup into his palm, and dipped the comb in the water.
While Han Chen went to get the comb, Xuemei took off her cotton trousers and threw them at the foot of the bed, then moved to where Han Chen had just sat. It was quite warm.
After Han Chen combed Xuemei's hair, he put the comb aside, held Xuemei's face with both hands, and asked her to turn around and look at him.
Han Chen looked at Xuemei's red face and pretended to be calm as he helped her tuck the loose hair around her ears.
Xuemei looked at Han Chen shyly and found that his eyelashes trembled, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened. Xuemei felt like a little white rabbit running into a wolf's den.
The next second, Han Chen's black pupils met Xuemei's eyes, as if they had found a resonance in the ocean of undercurrents.
At this moment, Han Chen couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at Xuemei's rosy little lips, he hugged Xuemei's waist and kissed her gently.
Since Han Chen kissed Xuemei last time, the two had never kissed again. Xuemei was worried because of what Liu's mother said, and Han Chen was afraid that he would lose control if he kissed her.
Han Chen kissed her more and more eagerly, like a fish that had been dry for a long time meeting a river. Han Chen was no longer satisfied with a simple kiss.
Han Chen quietly pried open Xuemei's mouth and stuck his tongue in. The tingling sensation instantly overwhelmed all of Xuemei's senses.
Xuemei couldn't help but let out a moan, but Han Chen's kiss became more and more passionate. Xuemei felt she couldn't breathe, so she pushed Han Chen away with her hands, and only then did Han Chen slow down.
Xuemei wanted to open her eyes and take a look, but she found that everything in front of her eyes was dark. However, she could vaguely see a faint light from the gaps between her palms; and Han Chen's panting sound echoed in Xuemei's ears, making her feel that the room was full of ambiguous colors.
Han Chen noticed that Xuemei was not concentrating, so he kissed her fiercely again. Xuemei came to her senses, hugged Han Chen's neck tightly with both hands, and accepted Han Chen's next kiss.
As Han Chen kissed her, he slowly unbuttoned Xuemei's cotton coat with one hand, and reached inside her sweater to touch her smooth back. Xuemei felt a chill from Han Chen's hand, and pushed Han Chen away. She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise, but it was only for a moment before her eyes returned to normal.
Han Chen noticed the uneasiness on Xuemei's face and retracted his gaze, but it seemed to be of no use. Xuemei could still see his burning desire in his deep eyes.
The two were silent for a while before Han Chen asked, "Can we continue? Xuemei!"
Xuemei knew that her behavior just now was a bit extreme. In order to avoid misunderstanding, Xuemei nodded although she was shy.
After receiving Xuemei's affirmative answer, Han Chen took off his cotton-padded jacket, lifted a corner of the quilt, and sat down wearing only a vest and shorts.
Only then did Xuemei realize that although Han Chen had a fair complexion, the muscles in his arms were clearly visible, showing his masculine charm and confidence, as if speaking of the tension and vitality of life.
Han Chen turned around, reached out to take off Xuemei's coat, and then wanted to help Xuemei take off her sweater. Xuemei shook her head and whispered, "Turn around first, I'll take it off myself!"
Xuemei waited for Han Chen to turn around, took off his sweater, then quickly lay down and covered his neck with the quilt.
Han Chen turned around and looked at Xuemei who was covering herself tightly, and he became inexplicably nervous.
Han Chen took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and saw Xuemei wearing a red bellyband. These were the red bellyband and red shorts that Liu's mother specially made for Xuemei on her wedding night.
The red bellyband makes Xuemei's fair skin look even whiter. The thin red strap hangs around Xuemei's neck. The red bellyband is held up high by Xuemei's plump chest. From Han Chen's perspective, he can see the unconcealable spring scenery.
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