Yu Jiao felt a warm kiss on the back of her neck, and her heart skipped a beat. The hand that was caressing Yu Qizhe's back couldn't help but grab it hard.
"That day will never come." Yu Qizhe's hot breath fell on Yu Jiao's neck, and he said in a deep voice.
Yu Jiao's body felt a little weak as she leaned in Yu Qizhe's arms. Her mind was blank and she didn't know how to react.
When I calmed down, there was only one thought in my mind: Yu Qizhe had become a bad person.
After sticking together for a while, they heard footsteps in the yard and the meal was ready in the kitchen.
Thinking that Jianjia and Bailu were still in the carriage outside the door, Yu Jiao called them in for dinner.
After dinner, Yu Fuling took her luggage and went to pack the house she was going to live in. Mrs. Song went to help. Yu Jiao followed Yu Qizhe to the study.
Not wanting to disturb his reading, Yu Jiao randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf and read it while leaning on the soft couch beside the window.
Yu Jiao read quietly for a while. The article in the book was so obscure that she couldn't help but look up. Yu Qizhe was sitting at the desk not far away. His wide sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a piece of white wrist. His wrist bone was slightly protruding and had a beautiful shape.
He held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, lowered his head and wrote something on the flat rice paper on the table.
Yu Jiao looked at his handsome features, her lips slightly raised, her clear almond eyes hiding faint starlight. She liked such quiet time when two people were together. Even if they didn't talk and were busy with their own things, they felt at ease and happy in their hearts.
Yu Jiao simply closed the book, and lay on the low table on the soft couch, looking at Yu Qizhe intently. She dipped her fingers in the tea on the table and described his face bit by bit, his high nose bridge, his picturesque eyebrows, and his lips of moderate thickness...
Yu Qizhe suddenly stopped writing, raised his head and looked over. There was a strong and heavy emotion in his eyes, and his pupils were dark and deep.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Yu Qizhe whispered, "Don't look at me like that."
Yu Jiao's thick eyelashes moved, "Am I affecting your writing?"
Yu Qizhe's gaze fell on the tip of Yu Jiaoxiu's nose, and he said restrainedly, "I will be distracted."
Yu Jiao's face slightly heated up, and she sat up from the couch and said, "Then I'd better go out, you study hard."
Yu Qizhe put down his pen, walked to the couch, squatted down, picked up the small shoes on the ground, and held Yu Jiao's feet with one hand.
Although there was a layer of footwear between them, he could clearly feel the warmth of the other person's palm.
There was no charcoal fire in the room. Yu Jiao took off her shoes and sat on the soft couch for such a long time that her feet were a little cold. She subconsciously shrank back but was unable to break free from the other person's grasp.
Lowering her eyes to meet Yu Qizhe's gaze, Yu Jiao was a little shy and said, "I can wear it myself."
Yu Qizhe held her ankles and tucked them into his arms. After warming up her cold feet, he gently helped Yu Jiao put on her shoes.
"I know, but I want to help you put it on." Yu Qizhe said after Yu Jiao stood up.
Yu Jiao's ears blushed. Yu Qizhe was much taller than her, and Yu Jiao's height had hardly increased in recent years. When the two stood together, the oppressive feeling brought by their height made Yu Jiao want to step back.
But Yu Qizhe held his waist and said, "Write the article with me."
Yu Jiao didn't know how to write an eight-part essay. She shook her head subconsciously, "I'd better not stay here and affect your studies."
Yu Qizhe put his arm around her waist and led her to the table. "It doesn't matter. I want you to stay with me."
After saying that, Yu Qizhe hugged her and sat down on the chair. Fortunately, the wooden chair was spacious and Yu Jiao was sitting in Yu Qizhe's arms, so she didn't feel crowded.
Yu Jiao sat on Yu Qizhe's lap, her whole body stiff and not daring to move, the redness from her ears already spreading to her cheeks.
Yu Qizhe held her in his arms, picked up the pen, and started writing on the rice paper again.
Yu Jiao felt so awkward that she didn't know where to look. She stared at the tip of the pen, watching Yu Qizhe write.
After a long time, the discomfort in her heart eased a little, and she moved slightly, found a comfortable position, leaned on Yu Qizhe's chest, and watched him write.
Yu Qizhe's handwriting was as beautiful as ever. His article was about the relationship between the ruler and his subjects, and he quoted from classics. Yu Jiao had never read many of the allusions and could hardly understand their meaning.
Yu Qizhe's chest was warm. Being trapped in his arms, Yu Jiao felt warm all over. Her nose was filled with the scent of paper and ink, as well as the smell of Yu Qizhe's body, which made her feel particularly at ease. She felt sleepy unknowingly and slowly fell asleep.
After Yu Qizhe finished writing the article, he found that the person in his arms had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, smiled slightly, and put down his pen.
Yu Qizhe put his arm through the knees of the person in his arms and picked up Yu Jiao very gently. He walked to the soft couch, laid her flat on the couch, picked up the quilt beside her and covered her with it.
He leaned over to look at Yu Jiao's face. A few strands of hair were messily stuck to her cheeks. When she was asleep, her rosy lips were slightly pursed, adding a bit of childishness to her whole face.
Yu Qizhe raised his hand to push away a few strands of hair on Yu Jiao's face, and touched her delicate cheek with his fingertips greedily, not daring to use any strength for fear of hurting her.
She is getting more and more beautiful, and her pretty face has become more rosy. This kind of beauty is quiet and alluring. If a few years pass and her face is fully grown, this kind of beauty will no longer be hidden.
Yu Qizhe understood very well what this meant to a man. He slowly touched the center of Yu Jiao's eyebrows, lowered his head, and gave her a passionate kiss on the center of her forehead.
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