Chapter 59: Seeing it on the wedding night is a great reward!
The night wind blew salty steam into her collar, and Cheng Xin kept rubbing her hands and face. Geng Yunye pulled her into his navy blue suit jacket, and the two of them walked home, one step deep and one step shallow, stepping on their shadows under the moonlight.
The moment she pushed open the door, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of firewood hit her in the face. Before Cheng Xin could take off her cotton shoes, her back had already hit a solid chest, and Geng Yunye's suit enveloped her whole body with a chill.
"You must be cold." He hugged her waist from behind, his voice wrapped in hot breath sprayed behind her ears, and his short stubble rubbed her neck numb. Without waiting for Cheng Xin to react, the kiss with the taste of sea salt was already pressed down.
Geng Yunye's arms were like iron hoops, holding her tightly, and he tore open her heavy coat. The sound of buttons falling was covered by the heavy breathing of the two. He threw his coat on the eight-immortal table, and his suit was torn off in no time. Cheng Xin's legs were weak from being kissed, and she almost hung on him. She stood on tiptoe desperately, but still couldn't reach his height.
Geng Yunye held her hips with his big hands and lifted them up, and her back hit the door heavily with a dull sound. Cheng Xin's whimper was swallowed into his mouth. His palms caressed her back through her sweater, from the lower back all the way up, and his hot lips nibbled along her neck to her earlobe, biting her earlobe with his teeth, and licking it carefully with the tip of his tongue.
The two stumbled and kissed from the door all the way to the bedroom. Geng Yunye wanted to rub Cheng Xin into his body. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and the fabric rubbed against each other, making a hot sound. Cheng Xin trembled all over, and her knees bent uncontrollably, but he pressed her against the wall, and every inch of her skin felt his hot body temperature.
Cheng Xin's consciousness gradually blurred in the surging tide of emotions, and she could only instinctively grab his collar. Geng Yunye's kiss became more and more intense, from the lips to the neck, and the two of them were entangled together. Until Cheng Xin could no longer hold on and her whole body was completely limp, Geng Yunye reluctantly let her go, his forehead against hers, their noses touching, and their intertwined breaths were hot and rapid.
"Sit for a while." He put her next to the stove in a hoarse voice, his voice still filled with lust. He rolled up his sweater to reveal the tight muscles of his forearms, picked up the aluminum kettle and poured water into the enamel basin. The sound of hot water pouring mixed with the crackling of firewood, and the mist blurred his profile.
"Stretch out your feet." Geng Yunye moved the basin to her feet and gently kneaded her ankles with his palms.
There was fine sand from the beach in Cheng Xin's cotton shoes. When she took the shoes off her feet, the sand fell out. She was tense and watched him take off three layers of socks one by one.
Geng Yunye suddenly laughed out loud: "It's like peeling bamboo shoots." He pressed her cold soles through the fabric with his fingertips. When his calloused hands brushed over her insteps, it was like a feather brush brushing, making her curl her toes. The moment the hot water flowed over her ankles, she couldn't help but hum softly, and leaned her head back against the back of the chair.
Geng Yunye looked up at her, his eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and slightly open lips, his Adam's apple rolling heavily. His palms rubbed back and forth on her calves, the rough touch mixed with the temperature of the hot water made her whole body go limp. When his fingertips brushed the inside of her knees, Cheng Xin trembled violently and subconsciously grabbed his shoulders.
After washing her feet, Cheng Xin hid in the west room holding the enamel basin. When she closed the door, she heard the sound of Geng Yunye pouring water in the yard.
The light of the kerosene lamp was dim and ambiguous. Her hands were still shaking when she untied her belt. Thinking of the warmth of his palms, her whole body suddenly felt hot. She finished washing her lower body with a red face, and there was a knock on the door outside: "Is the water still hot?"
Geng Yunye stood by the bed and added firewood to the stove. "Come and warm up." His voice was lower than usual. He reached out to take the towel from her hand and helped her wipe her hair. Cheng Xin smelled the scent of soapberries on him.
After drying her hair, Geng Yunye put down the towel without knowing when, and his fingertips touched the buttons of her sweater. They both held their breath at the same time. The moment the buttons were unbuttoned, the pink sweater inside was exposed. The collar of the sweater was tight, and he lowered his head to help her take it off. His breath brushed her earlobe, and his fingertips slid behind her neck, rubbing her skin and making it itchy.
The sweater she took off was placed beside the bed. There was a blue cotton shirt underneath the diamond-shaped woolen vest. There was a crooked little flower embroidered on the collar of the vest, which she had embroidered herself.
"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" Geng Yunye's voice was muffled, and his palm stroked her waist. Under the fabric of her shirt were her ribs. He unbuttoned her shirt, and his fingertips brushed the ridges of her spine. Cheng Xin took a sharp breath. She felt the heat from his palm penetrate her skin through her autumn clothes, like a piece of burning charcoal.
The autumn clothes were half taken off, and the cinnamon pink bellyband embroidered with peonies was faintly visible. Geng Yunye's breathing stagnated, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the bulge, and both of them trembled at the same time. Cheng Xin's ears turned red, and he hurriedly used his arms to protect his chest, and sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.
Geng Yunye held up the pants she had just taken off and found that there were corduroy pants and two pairs of long johns underneath the cotton pants. "Are you wearing your wardrobe?"
Cheng Xin buried her face in the pillow: "I'm afraid of the cold." Geng Yunye sighed lightly, no wonder he was hugging her so lightly.
Cheng Xin huddled into the bed, like a tightly wrapped silkworm cocoon. The kerosene lamp cast the shadow of her eyelashes on her face, flickering.
Geng Yunye only wore three pieces of clothing, so it was easy to take them off. He threw off his vest, and Cheng Xin suddenly asked, "Do you want to blow out the lights?"
"It's not important." Geng Yunye bit her burning earlobe, and reached into the quilt with his other hand, pushing her legs apart with his knee. "Don't bite your lips. Tell me if it hurts."
Cheng Xin closed her eyes nervously: "I, I have washed it."
"I know." He brushed his nose against her earlobe, "I smell the scent of soap."
She hugged his strong neck, pressed her cheek against his chest, and felt his heartbeat and muscle texture. The kerosene lamp cast their shadows on the wall, swaying with their overlapping breathing.
The bed was covered with a newly sewn quilt that smelled of sunshine. Seeing that she couldn't let go, Geng Yunye got out of bed and blew out the kerosene lamp, leaving only the remaining flame of the stove flickering in the dark.
His palm stroked her cheek, and his thumb brushed her lips. Cheng Xin closed her eyes, feeling his lips fall on her forehead, slowly moving down, passing over the tip of her nose, her cheek, and finally stopping on her lips.
His tongue pried open her teeth, Cheng Xin let out a soft moan, and grabbed his back with both hands, touching his hot skin.
When his palm slid towards her collarbone, Cheng Xin tensed up and felt the straps on her back being untied. An electric pleasure instantly spread throughout her body. She couldn't help but arch her body and touch his abdominal muscles. Geng Yunye's breathing became rapid, and his palm continued to move downward.
The sparks in the stove flickered, and Cheng Xin saw the sweat from his forehead dripping onto her chest. She reached out to touch his waist, feeling the firm muscles there. Their breathing intertwined, like two fires coming together, completely drying up the winter night's chill, leaving only each other's warmth and heartbeats.
The last piece of firewood in the furnace burned out. Cheng Xin curled up in the sweaty quilt, with the hair on her temples sticking to her face with sweat.
Geng Yunye broke open a piece of cooled roasted sweet potato and fed it into her mouth. The sweet fragrance mixed with the lingering scent filled the darkness.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He pressed his palm against her lower back.
Cheng Xin shook her head, her hair brushing across his chin: "The stove is out."
Geng Yunye lit the kerosene lamp, helped her put on her long johns, and deliberately tickled her when tying the knot. Cheng Xin kicked him, then moved over to bite his shoulder.
He stood up, panting heavily, scooped up two sips of cold tea from the enamel pot, wiped the sweat from Cheng Xin's forehead, and planned to take a shower in the yard to calm down.
Cheng Xin supported her head with one hand and looked at him without blinking, the strap of her bellyband slipping to her elbow.
Geng Yunye helped her fold the four corners of the quilt inwards. Just as he was about to get up, his wrist suddenly tightened. Cheng Xin's wet eyes were covered with tears: "One more time."
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