Sleeping naked
The lips were gently enveloped by the warm breath, held in a fiery abyss, pressed tightly together, and carefully ground.
Their breaths trembled incessantly, each brief separation followed by a deep inhale, then their breaths met again, exchanging unspeakable desires.
Zhu Shiyi's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst, but she tilted her head back and passionately returned his kiss. She felt a cool, warm drop of moisture on her neck; she knew it was Pan Yue's longing.
The force in front of me gradually increased, and my chest felt as if a stone was pressing down on it, or as soft as a layer of cotton, making it hard to tell whether it was warm and soft or hard and broad.
He sucked harder, eliciting a gasp from her. He paused on her lips, loosening his grip on her wrist. She instinctively hugged his neck and looked up to chase after him, instantly getting her wish and receiving his soft tongue.
Pan Yue supported himself on a pillow with one hand and held the back of her neck with the other, kissing her deeper, as if he wanted to merge her into one with him and not allow her to escape. She gasped for breath and opened her mouth, taking a few deep breaths, but he turned his head and took her mouth again, moving her up and down, making her sink into despair.
With each fall, she found her rhythm, smoothly catching his panting breaths, breathing in each beat, returning his kisses with both force and passion, while he relaxed a little.
Zhu Shiyi let out a soft moan, her lips screaming with discontent. She trembled, wanting to press harder, but Pan Yue changed tactics. He extended his tongue past her teeth and gently licked her palate, causing her to shudder.
He seemed to be playing some new and exciting game, and he probed in that direction again. Her eyelids opened and closed, itching unbearably.
Trembling on the tip of her tongue, she yearned for a kiss of gravity, a passionate kiss.
“...Kiss me..." Zhu Shiyi mumbled.
"What?" Pan Yue still held her arm.
"..." Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but groan, struggling to find a gap in the silence, "...kiss me..."
"who."
"you......"
"Call someone."
"elder brother......"
A passionate kiss ensued.
......
They kissed until the world seemed to spin and their vision blurred. Pan Yue released her, and they both took deep breaths. Before they could catch their breath, a tickling sensation on their necks stole their breath.
He kissed her fair skin, leaving a slightly damp mark wherever he touched. She couldn't help but tense up, trying to calm her racing heart, but the next second she felt a slight tingling sensation.
Zhu Shiyi quickly grabbed him: "Don't kiss me..."
Pan Yue immediately let go. She touched it casually; it was moist and seemed to still have some slightly indented teeth marks.
Pan Yue paused for two seconds, panting heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, a drop of sweat falling from his eye. He hugged her and pressed down on her, coaxing her gently in a soft voice.
Are you feeling unwell?
Zhu Shiyi's ears turned red.
"...If you're going to kiss me, don't kiss my neck, otherwise how can I face people?" she murmured.
In his dazed state, he chuckled softly, his breath brushing against his ear.
"I understand," Pan Yue kissed the tooth mark again. "Don't worry, I was very gentle."
He kissed her lips again, then sat up and stared into her eyes.
She was so embarrassed that she turned away and refused to look at him.
But she presented her slender white neck to him.
Staring at the brown mole on the side of his neck, Pan Yue's eyes darkened, and he kissed it again.
This was the first and only black rose in his heart, a rose blooming in the snow.
Seeing that the girl was about to act coquettishly again, Pan Yue moved aside at the right moment, kissed her red lips, and then let go of her without looking at her anymore.
She felt inexplicably lost and longed for his embrace again, but Pan Yue threw off the blanket, got out of bed, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, turned it on, tilted his head back, and gulped down most of it.
A few drops of water slid down his chin. Zhu Shiyi, hiding under the covers, stared intently.
...Is this what they call late-night perks?
Pan Yue splashed water on his face, then lay back down on the bed. His body was no longer sweaty, and he smelled warm and fragrant.
With experience as a companion, Zhu Shiyi stopped acting and hugged him for the third time, acting coquettishly: "I want to drink water too."
"Let's drink," Pan Yue said, putting his arm around her.
She acted spoiled and coquettish: "Help me get it."
Pan Yue glanced at her, flicked her head, and reached for the item with a helpless look in his eyes. Zhu Shiyi didn't forget to be sweet-talking: "Thank you, brother."
Pan Yue smiled and handed her the water.
Zhu Shiyi shook his head, refusing to listen, and sweetly pleaded, "Brother, please open it for me."
Pan Yue lowered his eyes to hide his smile, clearly falling for this act. Just as he was about to unscrew the cap, Zhu Shiyi quickly stopped him.
"Wait a minute!" Zhu Shiyi narrowed her eyes, a sly smile on her face. "You'll have to use your abs!"
Pan Yue closed his eyes, looking like he was about to surrender: "How do I open up my abs?"
Zhu Shiyi got excited as soon as he heard that, and finally got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and called Pan Yue to come and see.
She found a video in her favorites. In the video, a man holding a bottle of water stood in the distance, dressed neatly. Suddenly, he lifted his shirt, put the water in his mouth, and vigorously wiped the bottle of mineral water on his abs, splashing water all over the ground.
A soft scoff escaped my ear: "Waste of water."
Even though the air was unchanged, Zhu Shiyi could smell a hint of sourness in it.
"It's just for the sake of the show," she joked.
Pan Yue ignored him.
"Is this all you usually look at?" Pan Yue asked, taking advantage of the angle at which she was holding her phone. He reached back to his favorites, and the phone screen was filled with pictures of men with abs.
Zhu Shiyi felt like laughing for no reason.
"You're jealous again?" she glanced at him with a smile. "Then give me a performance too."
Pan Yue gave a low hum and casually flicked the bottle cap, sending it flying half a meter away.
"Drink." He handed her water, but looked away from her, as if out of sight, out of mind.
Sure enough, a man is a boy until he dies; his appearance was exactly the same as Zhu Shijie's when he was angry.
"Don't be angry," Zhu Shiyi decided to coax him, speaking in a high-pitched voice as if she were talking to a kindergarten child, "You're so amazing! You even help the teacher open bottle caps, you're better than a first grader!"
Pan Yue's brow twitched, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Come here," Zhu Shiyi said, suppressing a laugh, and beckoned to him, "I'll give you a little red flower as a reward!"
Pan Yue chuckled: "What can a little red flower be exchanged for?"
What do you want to change to?
"Delete your bookmarks."
“That won’t do,” Zhu Shiyi said, feeling a pang of pain. “How about we change the reward?”
Pan Yue gave him an inquiring look, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Zhu Shiyi casually put the water bottle down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Pan Yue couldn't help but smile slightly, then reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, taking the initiative to bring her to his lips.
Zhu Shiyi closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the pleasure of the night, but the kisses became more and more intense. Before he knew it, Pan Yue grabbed his waist and pulled him up a little.
The kiss had taken a turn for the worse, becoming increasingly strange. They couldn't help but indulge their desire to explore the opposite sex's body.
She seemed to sense something, trying to push him away, yet unable to suppress her fantasies. Her blood had changed under the touch, and the hormonal fluctuations of her period further fueled her primal desires. The intense friction between her primal instincts and her rational mind made her realize something, a mixture of surprise and fear.
More than anything, it's inappropriate for the time of day. Tonight is inappropriate...
"No..." She pushed him away with all her might, her rationality prompting her to pull away his wicked hand, but her emotions made her reluctant to let go.
She couldn't help but look into his eyes. Pan Yue's eyes were as black as ink, and his deep black pupils held a burning fire that made the corners of his eyes flush red.
Pan Yue was about to kiss her again when Zhu Shiyi quickly pushed him away, saying, "I'll delete it, I'll delete it, okay?"
She panicked and turned away as if fleeing, biting her lip to suppress the tickle, trying hard not to look back. The bottled water by the bedside was like a life-saving medicine; she grabbed it and drank it, pouring the hot water on her heart.
The wildfire was hard to extinguish. He crouched down for a moment, stopped the water supply, glanced back once more, and then straightened up again.
"Have you finished drinking?" Pan Yue's voice sounded from behind, and an arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her towards him. Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but tremble, not daring to move or answer.
"I haven't finished!" she said hastily, tilting her head back to gulp it down. She choked on the water, which spilled uncontrollably, soaking her clothes.
After a few bouts of physiological dry cough, and with Pan Yue patting his back, Zhu Shiyi clutched his chest and barely recovered.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked with concern.
Zhu Shiyi's voice had returned to normal. She wiped the water off herself and turned to comfort her, "It's alright now."
But Pan Yue's eyes were unreadable. His gaze gently fell, brushing against her neck and tracing down to her chest, as if carrying a dampness from afar, and he lightly licked it.
Zhu Shiyi's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to take a deep breath and instinctively shrank into the blankets, turning her back to him so he wouldn't see her.
The intense heat still lingered on her back, boiling fiercely, as if it had seen right through her.
It was winter, but my heart burned hotter than fireworks.
He secretly licked his slightly dry lips, his gaze burning behind him, making one's heart itch.
Why are you looking at me?
She was met with silence.
In the stillness of the night, silence is more terrifying and frightening than sound.
Yet it carries an air of mystery, drawing people into forbidden territory, a yearning that is closer to desire than mere curiosity.
"...Let's go to sleep." Zhu Shiyi closed her eyes tightly, not even knowing what she said, only hearing the divine deer trotting in her heart.
There seemed to be a swallowing sound behind me.
Sleeping in wet clothes can make you sick.
Pan Yue's voice was so hoarse it was unbelievable.
Feeling as if an electric current was stimulating his spine, Zhu Shiyi sipped his saliva.
"...Well, there's nothing we can do about it, we'll just have to make do with sleeping here."
"You can't get sick." The deep, magnetic voice paused, becoming hoarse and seductive.
"Take it off."
......
Zhu Shiyi felt a tightness and itchiness in his chest, which was covered with fantastical, colorful shapes. He couldn't describe it, and he couldn't join in the conversation.
"Not really..." she said, then looked strangely disappointed.
Pan Yue didn't speak for a moment, but he could hear the man's heavy breathing, which brushed against his face and tickled his heart.
"What if you get sick?" he suddenly asked, his voice muffled and unsettling.
"I don't know either..." she gasped.
Her soft moan revealed all her thoughts.
Pan Yue grabbed her shirt and tentatively lifted it up. She flinched slightly but didn't object. The shirt was then ripped off in the next second.
The feeling of being dry was pleasant, and anticipation overcame the fear of the unknown. She vaguely longed for his next move, but Pan Yue left. She turned around and saw him seriously taking the wet clothes and draping them over the back of the chair near the air conditioner vent. He then pulled out a few tissues and threw them into the bed, telling her to dry off and not catch a cold.
Zhu Shiyi: ......
For a moment, I didn't know if he was faking it or if my own thoughts were despicable.
But she really didn't want to get sick, so she obediently wiped herself with water. Pan Yue lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable, and picked up the trash she had finished wiping before turning his back and turning off the light.
Everything before my eyes turned dark, and in the darkness, what I was wearing didn't matter anymore.
Their bodies were half-naked, and neither of them moved any closer. In the pitch-black night, only their breathing, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, could be heard.
Neither working nor sleeping worked; if this continued, Zhu Shiyi felt she would die.
"Why did you say you should come tonight?" she asked, her voice slightly troubled.
The person next to him pondered for a moment.
"Do you know that I won't come when I get my period?" Zhu Shiyi blurted out the sarcastic remark first.
Pan Yue: ......
Heartless.
"Why didn't you come?" He just wouldn't say, pretending to be clueless.
Zhu Shiyi: ......
What does that mean? Is she really thinking something depraved?
"It's nothing." Her ears turned red silently.
Pan Yue stopped teasing her.
“It’s my fault. I’ve been so busy with work that I’ve neglected you. I haven’t seen you for months,” Pan Yue said silently, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry.”
The physical contact was intense, yet he seemed quite naive, making no further moves.
“It’s not entirely your fault,” Zhu Shiyi comforted him. “I was also busy with my research and didn’t see you. I also have my problems.”
"Your studies are important."
“Your work is important too,” she said, her nose suddenly stinging, her voice tinged with emotion. “Are you stupid? Why come here if you’re only staying one night? Why don’t you come when you have some free time?”
As if something had touched a nerve, Pan Yue let out a heavy sigh, his hand clenching tightly.
"We can't delay any longer." His voice was somewhat muffled.
Zhu Shiyi didn't understand: "What happened?"
“...You want to break up with me.” Pan Yue said with difficulty, but Zhu Shiyi wanted to laugh. She habitually turned her head to look at him, although she couldn’t see any expression on his face.
When did I say I wanted to break up with you?
"...Tonight."
"You have to be prepared with evidence. You can't just accuse someone like that."
"You said I'm not your boyfriend, not even a regular friend."
"When did I..." Zhu Shiyi paused, recalling her own words.
What kind of boyfriend are you? You don't even care about me as much as my regular friends.
......
For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or laugh.
That's not what I meant at all!
Pan Yue closed his eyes, and his heart clenched again at the thought of those words.
“Not a boyfriend, more like a regular friend,” he chuckled mockingly. “Isn’t that the same as breaking up?”
He turned to his side and hugged her tightly as if he had found a precious treasure. "You said I was giving you the silent treatment and wanted to talk to me. You were so serious. You just wanted to break up, didn't you?"
Feeling a mix of sympathy and amusement welled up inside Zhu Shiyi, who quickly patted little Pan on the back and said, "I was just saying that in anger!"
“You can’t say anything in anger,” he hugged her tighter, his voice softening but his tone hard, “You’re never allowed to say goodbye.”
A sense of security surged into my heart.
"Okay, okay," she gently patted his head and promised softly, "I won't tell, I won't tell, I absolutely won't tell."
Pan Yue hummed in agreement and silently patted her head.
"You can't say things like that."
Zhu Shiyi agreed to everything.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness, Zhu Shiyi could see some color in the moonlight filtering through the curtain. The moonlight was dim, and all he could see were his bright, dark eyes, which looked like a cat's and were so sincere. How could he be so lovable?
"Okay, baby!" she cried out in a high-pitched, whining voice, while inside, Ah Wei was dying a million times over. "How can you be so cute! Don't you know how cute you are?!"
Pan Yue's face flushed with a rare warmth.
"Cute?" He coughed lightly and looked away. "I think you're talking about yourself."
"You're so cute!" Zhu Shiyi ruffled his forehead and cheeks wildly, acting all crazy. "Little kitty! Meow meow meow! Come with me, I'll give you a cat treat!"
Pan Yue was amused and tapped her on the head, saying, "Are you silly?" He then rubbed it hard twice.
Zhu Shiyi shook his head, rubbed against his big hand, and chuckled.
"Oh, right," she remembered something important, "Yu Fan said that MEETING is working on the Yuecheng project?"
Pan Yue paused for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"......Um."
She was a little anxious.
"Yuecheng doesn't have this kind of entertainment culture. The cultural and entertainment industry is not easy to do. Can it make money?"
The embrace loosened slightly. Pan Yue lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and said nothing more.
Zhu Shiyi was not feeling well.
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