☆, Extra Chapter 58: She Wants Romance, Not Her Life
Song Libai lowered his head, pursed his lips, and gently stroked her palm with his fingertips, slowly tracing the lines on her palm.
Qiao Yi looked down at their clasped hands.
Song Libai lowered his posture, his voice ethereal and deep, "I thought... you had abandoned me."
Qiao Yi was slightly taken aback. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, her awkward gaze carrying a hint of arrogance. "Have some ambition, Song Libai."
Perhaps it was because she had just recovered safely, or perhaps it was his hidden disappointment that made her feel a little heartbroken.
The man's chin was being held by her, and his eyes held an almost undisguised love and desire.
He reached out and put his arm around her waist, covering her eyes with one hand, his slightly seductive and husky voice whispering in her ear, "Yi Yi, close your eyes."
Qiao Yi unconsciously closed her eyes and felt the man's warm lips press against hers.
His movements were very gentle, careful as if afraid of touching her already bandaged wound, he just gently caressed her lips.
Without anyone noticing, the man's strength grew increasingly fierce, their lips and teeth intertwined, leaning close together.
He released her, then gently wiped the remaining moisture from the corner of her lips with his fingertips, his voice low and deep, "Thank you."
Thank you for not abandoning me.
Thank you for staying by my side.
Qiao Yi awkwardly turned her head away, her ear tips faintly pink, and said haughtily, "Then I'll accept your thanks."
Song Libai smiled faintly, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead, cheek, and lips from time to time.
They enjoy it immensely.
"Stop being so mushy."
"I just want to stick to you." He blurted out the words in a haughty tone, then kissed the end of her hair.
Sweet days are always fleeting.
They arrived at their destination quickly, their mood completely different from when they left.
What is lost and then found is the most precious.
Qiao Yi felt like she was being treated like a doll, helplessly obeying the man's orders and lying on the bed, watching him serve her wholeheartedly.
She actually wanted to say that her condition wasn't that serious, but seeing how willingly someone was being treated, her heart softened again and again.
He patiently bent down to treat her wounds, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness and affection.
Song Libai looked up and met her gaze, then said gently, "Tell me if it hurts."
Qiao Yi licked her lips, reached out and tugged at the man, her eyes shimmering with tears, her voice slightly hoarse, "Is there anything we should do, Song Libai?"
The man's eyes were somewhat dark and unfathomable. His beloved was pressing down on him and was actively inviting him.
How much more so for someone who has been lost and then found again.
Qiao Yi slowly traced his delicate and smooth face with her fingertips, and finally cupped his face, pressing her pink and soft lips to his, her voice charming, "I missed you so much, Song Libai."
These words practically ignited the man's fuse, and a deluge of kisses rained down upon him.
She said she missed him, and so did he.
The two were so engrossed in their own world that they lost all sense of direction.
The zipper was pulled open little by little.
The clothes were piled up little by little.
Her black hair was spread out completely on the bed.
A tender gaze, a gentle look, full of love and possessiveness.
Qiao Yi felt completely drunk, intoxicated by his eyes, and lost her way home.
Not knowing where to go or what to do, I could only rely on her.
Her two days of panic seemed to have finally vanished.
Song Libai supported himself with both hands, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse, "Yiyi, thank you."
All the unspoken words are contained in this "thank you".
Qiao Yi wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and sealed his lips with hers, using actions to answer all questions.
I can't remember how many times I've whispered my love in your ear.
I can't even remember how many times I whispered my longing in your ear.
When she closed her eyes, completely exhausted, Qiao thought to herself, "She really values romance over her life."
Song Libai kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with even more love, and whispered in his heart, "I love you."
He looked up at the window; the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was perfect.
He no longer wished to concern himself with Huo Ling's matter, believing that Fu Chenyan would handle it well.
Song Libai gently stroked her hair, looking at her sleeping profile, and felt that the missing piece in his heart was finally complete.
The journey from hell to heaven can be completed in an instant.
It was merely her judgment; if she wanted him, he would be in heaven; if she didn't want him, he would fall into the abyss.
He didn't know when he had reached this point, but he was happy with it.
This wild rose with thorns had wounded him all over, but the rose was willing to conceal its sharpness and be pampered by him.
Until the person in his arms gently poked his waist.
He looked down and met her misty eyes. Qiao Yi murmured softly, "Song Libai, thirsty, wants some water."
There happened to be water on the desk next to the bed. He reached out his long arm to help her up and gently fed her water.
She seemed somewhat exhausted, relying entirely on his strength.
They're so cute and soft, they look like they're easy to bully.
The marks he left on her collarbone still lingered, easily evoking certain associations.
Qiao Yi looked up at him, her voice soft, "Song Libai, tone it down. I saw that look in your eyes even in my dreams."
Song Libai was amused by her soft voice, and stroked her lips affectionately, his voice rising at the end, "What kind of look is that? Baby."
Qiao Yi pursed her lips. "You want to eat some of my eyes."
“Baby, you’re right, I really do want to eat you.” He made no attempt to hide his desire, frankly admitting his thoughts.
Qiao Yi glared at him, "Tone it down, and don't continue your lewd behavior in broad daylight."
Song Libai lowered his head and kissed her wound, holding her even tighter. "Then let's make a promise tonight."
"Your brain is full of lewd nonsense." Qiao Yi noticed that his big hand was being a little improper again, and said coquettishly.
"Yes, I can't remain a gentleman when I meet you."
Qiao Yi gently nudged him, "Get up, I'm starving. I didn't even dare to eat the food that bastard Huo Ling made."
The thought filled her with rage. She truly hadn't expected Huo Ling to be so audacious as to actually imprison her.
She endured the disgust and humbled herself before him.
"By the way, how is he?" Qiao Yi asked Song Libai casually as she put on her clothes.
She has never been a good-tempered person; she is extremely vengeful.
Huo Ling won't let him off so easily.
Song Libai reached out to help her button her clothes. His marks were still visible on her fair thighs, and a slight smile played on his lips.
“Ah Yan won’t let him get away with this.”
Qiao Yi reached out and patted his head, somewhat annoyed, "Go settle the score with him after you've finished eating."
She's probably the only woman in the world who, after surviving a near-death experience, would do something crazy and romantic.
For example, going crazy together.
Sink together.
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