Chapter 35 The raindrops were kissed even deeper by her.
"Ayao, let me help you dry your hair?" Yan Zhenxi, who was already sitting on the bed, said to Jiang Zhiyao.
"I didn't wash my hair?" Jiang Zhiyao looked over in confusion, only to realize that the ends of her hair had gotten wet while she was showering, and now water was dripping onto him.
Jiang Zhiyao hurriedly tried to leave Yan Zhenxi's side, but as soon as she stood up a little, Yan Zhenxi hooked her waist and pulled her back: "It's okay, I'll wipe it for you."
After speaking, he casually picked up a handkerchief from the side, gently wrapped it around the ends of Jiang Zhiyao's hair, and carefully wiped it.
Jiang Zhiyao sat on the edge of the bed, feeling somewhat comfortable as someone gently stroked the ends of her hair.
"Alright." Yan Zhenxi put the handkerchief aside and naturally wrapped his arms around Jiang Zhiyao from behind. "Ayao, shall we go to sleep now?"
Yan Zhenxi leaned his head on Jiang Zhiyao's shoulder. Feeling his breath on her neck, Jiang Zhiyao felt a little ticklish and shrank her neck slightly: "Okay."
"I'm going to turn off the lights." After saying that, Jiang Zhiyao tried to stand up, but Yan Zhenxi didn't let go of her hand.
Jiang Zhiyao pushed it twice but it still wouldn't budge. Puzzled, she turned and asked, "What's wrong...?"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhiyao was lifted up by Yan Zhenxi and sat facing him. Jiang Zhiyao sat on his lap with her legs around his waist.
Before Jiang Zhiyao could say anything, Yan Zhenxi kissed her lips.
It was a very lingering kiss. Yan Zhenxi held Jiang Zhiyao's lips in his mouth again and again, sometimes gently rubbing them with his teeth, and taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but slightly open her lips.
He hooked his tongue around Jiang Zhiyao's and refused to separate it even when they were panting. Yan Zhenxi didn't want to separate them, but only pulled his tongue out, his lips still touching hers, with a few glistening drops on them.
Two people sharing the same air.
Jiang Zhiyao was a little annoyed, but Yan Zhenxi refused to separate completely. Their lips touched slightly, rubbing against each other with the rise and fall of their breaths, making her feel even more itchy.
But he didn't make any further moves. Jiang Zhiyao was aroused and felt the itch becoming more and more unbearable. She pursed her lips and leaned closer to him.
Yan Zhenxi did not respond. After he pressed himself against her completely, Jiang Zhiyao felt that the itching not only did not subside at all, but intensified and even spread to other places.
After rubbing her lips against his a few times, Jiang Zhiyao tried to pry open his teeth, and it went in smoothly as soon as she touched them.
Having found him, Jiang Zhiyao, somewhat clumsily, mimicked his previous actions, gently lingering and caressing him.
Yan Zhenxi wasn't very proactive; he would only occasionally lean in when Jiang Zhiyao stopped, lightly brush her tongue against hers, and then leave.
Her hands unconsciously hooked around Yan Zhenxi's neck, pulling him closer to her. Yan Zhenxi obediently lowered his head, and she kissed him even deeper.
Yan Zhenxi's Adam's apple bobbed, and faint blue veins appeared on his neck, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.
After a while, Jiang Zhiyao felt a little tired and was about to pull away from his lips to rest, but she was met with Yan Zhenxi's stormy onslaught.
Tears welled up in her already misty eyes, and after what seemed like an eternity, Yan Zhenxi finally let go of her.
Yan Zhenxi, panting softly, pressed his forehead against hers, touched her lips with his, and chuckled, "Ayao, you can take your tongue back now."
After a while, Jiang Zhiyao finally reacted. Without saying anything, she lowered her head and buried her face in his neck, biting him hard. The tips of her ears peeking out from her hair looked as red as if they could bleed.
"Bad Yao." Yan Zhenxi hissed softly.
"Bad Zhenxi," Jiang Zhiyao mumbled, burying her face in his neck.
As if that wasn't enough, she added quietly, "Very bad."
Yan Zhenxi chuckled and kissed her ear. Jiang Zhiyao was tickled and moved away from his neck, sitting up straight.
As soon as she sat up straight, Jiang Zhiyao's face turned red instantly: "...You."
Yan Zhenxi didn't seem embarrassed at being caught; instead, he put his arm around Jiang Zhiyao's waist and said, "Okay, Ayao, is it alright?"
After asking the question, I didn't say anything more and quietly waited for her reply.
“…Okay.” After saying that, Jiang Zhiyao blushed and buried her head in Yan Zhenxi’s neck.
She actually wanted to too.
Yan Zhenxi laughed again, his chest trembling: "Ayao, help me take it off."
With the candlelight flickering and looking at the scene before her, Jiang Zhiyao felt a little thirsty.
Peeling it open inch by inch is like exploring the unknown little by little; it's both a temptation and a trap.
After he had completely taken off his clothes, Yan Zhenxi hugged Jiang Zhiyao and began to peck at her from between her eyebrows, as if he didn't want to miss a single inch.
As Yan Zhenxi's kiss landed, something slowly slid down.
"Mmm," Jiang Zhiyao murmured.
As if encouraged, Yan Zhenxi kissed him even more carefully and attentively.
After a long while, he finally released Jiang Zhiyao's trembling pink bead.
Continue after the kiss.
"No, no!" Realizing Yan Zhenxi's intention, Jiang Zhiyao quickly covered herself, her body curling up slightly, her face flushed a beautiful red.
Yan Zhenxi stopped moving. Even though he was still wearing a veil over his eyes, Jiang Zhiyao had the illusion that his gaze was fixed on her.
His Adam's apple bobbed, he chuckled softly, said nothing, and lowered his head to kiss Jiang Zhiyao's calf.
Jiang Zhiyao looked at the scene before her with teary eyes. She originally wanted to turn off the lights, but for some inexplicable reason, seeing Yan Zhenxi's unusual and captivating appearance made her give up the idea.
"Good girl, Yao." Yan Zhenxi stepped forward and kissed Jiang Zhiyao's cheek. "Trust me, it will feel very comfortable."
"Don't be shy, Yao. I can't see anything," Yan Zhenxi continued to coax.
Whether she was coaxed by him or because of a little restlessness and desire in her heart, Jiang Zhiyao blushed and slowly let go of his hand. She didn't say anything, turned her head away from Yan Zhenxi, and her fair neck glowed slightly in the candlelight.
Yan Zhenxi leaned down to kiss her, and the moment their lips touched, Jiang Zhiyao trembled all over; it was incredibly warm and soft.
That's too much, Jiang Zhiyao thought with a mixture of shame and indignation.
A wave of emotion washed over her, and a tear slid unconsciously down her cheek, wetting her long eyelashes. Jiang Zhiyao blinked a few times, her vision clearing slightly.
Jiang Zhiyao noticed that Yan Zhenxi's veil was a little wet. He wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but Jiang Zhiyao dodged him, his moist lips lightly brushing against her cheek.
Yan Zhenxi laughed, removed her blindfold, and used it to wipe her face slightly: "How could Ayao dislike me?"
His words sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Jiang Zhiyao hesitated before turning back: "I didn't dislike you..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was kissed deeply by Yan Zhenxi.
After they parted, Yan Zhenxi gently brushed his lips against Jiang Zhiyao's slightly parted lips: "Are my lips sweet?"
Knowing he wouldn't get a reply, he whispered in Jiang Zhiyao's ear, "A-Yao..."
"Slow down." Tears welled up in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes instantly.
Yan Zhenxi stopped leaning down to kiss her, and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "My dear Yao..."
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Okay, okay." As if waiting for Jiang Zhiyao to give the order, Yan Zhenxi continued as soon as Jiang Zhiyao finished speaking.
After a short while, Yan Zhenxi couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and chuckle softly, "Ayao is so good at kissing."
Jiang Zhiyao didn't speak. The only clear thought in her chaotic mind was whether she had scratched his back.
After being soothed by Yan Zhenxi's kisses, a tingling sensation kept surging through Jiang Zhiyao. She bit her lower lip, trying her best not to make any noise.
When Jiang Zhiyao first heard her own voice, she was still a little dazed. Where did such a beautiful voice come from? It took her a while to realize that it was her.
Yan Zhenxi hugged Jiang Zhiyao and continued kissing her: "Ayao, be good, let go of your lips, don't bite yourself and hurt yourself."
"Please speak up, Ayao's voice is the most beautiful."
After he finished speaking, his pleasant voice rang in Jiang Zhiyao's ears without any suppression or concealment, along with the faint sound of water.
It seemed to be raining outside the window; Jiang Zhiyao could hear the continuous sound of raindrops falling into puddles.
"Good girl, Yao, how can you be so good..."
Jiang Zhiyao felt a moment of disorientation, as if she were the scholar who was taking shelter from the rain in the temple, and was bewitched by the seemingly holy and distant Buddha statue disguised as a demon, and dragged onto the lotus platform to do the things described in the novel.
The fairy kept coaxing in his ear: "A-Yao." "Yao Yao." "A-Yao is so good." "So cute." "A-Yao... call my name, okay?"
The waves, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, kept crashing over her, completely shattering her remaining consciousness.
As dawn broke, Jiang Zhiyao finally escaped from the waves, but she was still feeling the effects and didn't want to move a single finger.
After feeling herself being lifted up and placed in warm water, Jiang Zhiyao fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Jiang Zhiyao didn't wake up until the afternoon.
"Ah Yao." Yan Zhenxi was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked like he had just gotten up and hadn't put on his shirt yet. Seeing the marks on his back, Jiang Zhiyao, who was still a little groggy, woke up.
I'm very tired. I don't have any particularly noticeable physical discomfort, but my lower body feels cool, like someone has applied some ointment to it.
Jiang Zhiyao blushed. Although she knew Yan Zhenxi couldn't see her, she still felt a little shy.
Seeing that she was awake, Yan Zhenxi dressed and said gently, "I'm sorry, Yao."
He turned around, hugged Jiang Zhiyao, and kissed her: "I was originally going to stay at the manor with you today, but something came up and I have to leave now."
"I won't be back for the next few days, Ayao, don't wait for me, go to sleep."
"Things will get better after these days. I've had some new books bought for Ayao to read when she's bored. There are some popular stories from the capital among them."
"Lunch has been heated up and placed on the table, and there's also..."
"...And most importantly, never, ever believe any news coming from the palace."
Jiang Zhiyao listened quietly, occasionally responding with a few words.
Having said so much, Yan Zhenxi still felt it wasn't enough and wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what else to say.
He could only hug Jiang Zhiyao tighter with his arms, close his eyes and carefully smell the fragrance on Jiang Zhiyao's body.
I don't want to be separated from Ayao.
I don't even want to for a few days.
Yan Zhenxi never knew she could like someone so much, so much so that she would feel anxious from the moment she knew she was going to be separated from her, even if it was only for a few days.
Even the joy of finally reaping the rewards of long-planned schemes couldn't outweigh the reluctance of this moment.
"You also need to be careful and remember to eat on time," Jiang Zhiyao patted Yan Zhenxi's back and gently reminded him.
"Okay," Yan Zhenxi replied in a muffled voice. "Then I'm leaving, Ayao."
"Mmm." Jiang Zhiyao kissed Yan Zhenxi gently. "Come back soon, I'll be waiting for you at home."
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