Yu Jiao subconsciously blocked his mouth and raised her hand to cover his lips.
Yu Qizhe smiled and slightly opened his lips.
Yu Jiao felt a wet touch on her palm, and she was shocked and embarrassed. She quickly withdrew her hand. She had never thought that Yu Qizhe would be so... so unrestrained.
Seeing Yu Jiao's moist almond eyes widen in shock and shame, Yu Qizhe felt itchy in his heart. He raised his hand to brush away the long hair on her neck and asked softly, "Are you scared?"
Yu Jiao nodded and shook her head. The wetness in her palms seemed to have not disappeared yet. She felt numb and itchy. She turned her face away and pushed Yu Qizhe's chest with her hands. Her voice was filled with a hint of coquettishness that she didn't even notice, "You're so heavy..."
Yu Qizhe kissed the corner of her lips before standing up, kneeling at the side of Yu Jiao's waist with his legs apart, holding Yu Jiao's waist, trying to pull her out from under him.
Yu Jiao's clothes were in a mess, with the collar loose and a few red marks on the fair skin around her waist.
She reached out in panic to tie the clothes that he had torn open.
Yu Qizhe paused, helped Yu Jiao straighten her clothes, and asked softly, "Did it hurt you?"
Yu Jiao said weakly: "It hurts a little..." in the hope that Yu Qizhe would let her sleep on another mattress and not... not let her lie on his chest anymore.
Yu Qizhe rubbed her waist, kissed her forehead, and then touched her lips and whispered to her, "I'm sorry."
Yu Jiao shook her head and blushed as she explained, "I...it's not that I don't want to, I'm just a little afraid that my body can't take it."
Yu Qizhe's breathing suddenly became disordered after hearing this. He suddenly exerted force on Yu Jiao's waist and hugged her to sit on him.
He pinched the soft waist of the person in front of him with a serious look, paying attention to the strength.
Forced to kneel on Yu Qizhe's lap, she couldn't move at all. Yu Jiao didn't dare to move either. She was trembling all over and wanted to cry. Why bother explaining anything?
She raised her head, but met Yu Qizhe's deep black eyes, which were surging with undercurrents.
Yu Jiao almost trembled as she raised her head and touched Yu Qizhe's lips flatteringly, saying, "You promised my elder brother..."
Yu Qizhe didn't say a word, his Adam's apple rolled, but the hand that was pinching Yu Jiao's waist couldn't help but use force, pressing her tightly in his arms, with a domineering and fierce posture.
The curtains of the Qiangong Bed are made of flowing colorful dark-flowered brocade. When it shakes, the dark patterns ripple like water waves. There is a surging undercurrent underwater that no one can see. The undercurrent forcefully squeezes into the cracks, washing the riverbed vigorously and sweeping away the soft and delicate mud and sand. The mud and sand are simply unable to resist, and whimper and tremble when hit by the undercurrent, but can only let it flow away.
Yu Qizhe couldn't remember when he started wanting to have this person in his arms.
Perhaps it was because she was walking on a small path at the entrance of the village that was full of wild flowers. Her smile with curved eyes was like the small yellow flowers blooming on the roadside, delicate and soft.
Perhaps she was saying with a blushing face, my husband must be someone I truly love, and only if we love each other can we be husband and wife!
Or maybe it was when they were in the shabby and messy woodshed, she called him "little brother" with a flattering smile and asked him for a bowl of water.
Yu Qizhe only knew that since she appeared in his life and pulled him out of the mud, there was no way he would let her go in this life.
Yu Jiao can only belong to him.
Yu Jiao's hands were clenched tightly behind her back, her butterfly bones were trembling slightly, her lips and teeth were tightly sealed, and her heartbeat almost shattered her eardrums.
When she was released, her head was pale, she had no strength in her body, the corners of her eyes were red as if she had cried bitterly, there were many red marks on her snow-white skin, her clothes had been torn into a mess, and her broken expression made people want to torture her.
“Don’t cry…” Yu Qizhe wiped away the water droplets at the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, buried his face in her shoulder, and whispered in her ear: “Jiaojiao, if you do this… I will only want to hurt you more.”
It was a voice as gentle as water, but Yu Jiao couldn't stop trembling after hearing it.
Yu Qizhe kissed her chin, the tip of her nose and her eyes, and gently kissed her swollen eyelids before picking up Yu Jiao and going to the bathroom.
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