Chapter 14
Xiao Ming seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move as the face drew closer.
The dim kitchen light shone on their faces and exposed skin.
Xiao Ming's shirt collar was wide open, and Jiang Lan buried her head in his chest, pressing him against the kitchen counter. Her long legs squeezed between Xiao Ming's legs, and Xiao Ming ran his hands into Jiang Lan's thick black hair, holding her head tightly. The rough stubble pricked her chest, which was damp with the fine sweat from his forehead, making it feel both tingly and itchy.
Just when Xiaoming thought he was going to continue, Jiang Lan stopped, buried her head in his shoulder, and gasped for breath.
Jiang Lan calmed her surging desires, not daring to look at Xiao Ming, turned and left the kitchen, saying in a hoarse voice to the person inside, "You tidy up first."
Xiao Ming touched his burning cheeks, stamped his weak legs, straightened his collar, and strode into the bedroom.
She took off her damp underwear, looked at the red marks on her chest, touched them gently, then put on her pajamas and went back to the living room.
Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Xiaoming went over and knocked on the door: "You can use anything in here. Just call me if you need anything."
A faint "hmm" came from inside, and Xiaoming walked to the computer and sat down.
Jiang Lan walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, and watched as the fluorescent light from the computer shone on Xiao Ming's face, whose eyes were vacant and whose thoughts seemed to have wandered off somewhere.
He leaned over and pecked her on the lips. Xiao Ming blinked and reached out to touch her hand: "Your hands are so cold, did you wash with cold water?"
Realizing what had happened, they both turned their faces away, too embarrassed to speak further.
Xiao Ming buried his head in the drawer, took out a hair dryer, walked to the sofa, and said to Jiang Lan, "Come here."
Jiang Lan walked over, obediently sat down, and lowered her head to cooperate with Xiao Ming in blow-drying her hair.
After drying her hair, Jiang Lan pulled her into her arms and sat her down, saying, "Let me hold you for a while."
"Aren't you going to play games anymore?" Xiaoming asked, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"I'm not playing anymore. You're all I can think about right now. I can't play the game."
"I'm right in front of you, how could you still be thinking about me?"
"Thinking about you just now."
Xiao Ming froze, and when she came to her senses, her face flushed bright red. She felt as if her thighs were burning hot, and she tried to stand up, but before she could move, Jiang Lan tightly hugged her waist and pressed her lips against hers again.
He kissed her for who knows how long, until he felt he could hardly breathe, before he finally let her go.
With the heat source pressed tightly against his side, Xiaoming hesitated for a moment and said softly, "You should go home early. If you take another cold shower, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it and will catch a cold."
"Okay, I'm going back now. Take good care of yourself while I'm away on this business trip. I'll bring you a gift when I get back."
Xiao Ming nodded.
Jiang Lan is leaving for a business trip to another province tomorrow afternoon and won't be back until the weekend.
On Saturday night, Xiaoming was fast asleep when her phone suddenly rang. She slept for a while before she could focus her eyes and see the name Jiang Lan. She answered the phone and heard Jiang Lan's voice on the other end: "Come and open the door."
Jiang Lan finished packing his things and was about to go into the bathroom to wash up when Xiao Ming asked him, "Are you hungry?"
"I've already eaten the airplane food, so I'm not hungry. It's cold, so take my blanket out and put it on the sofa, then quickly go back to bed."
After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Lan's heart skipped a beat when she saw the empty sofa.
Turning around and walking to the bedroom door, she saw Xiaoming leaning against the headboard. Turning her head and seeing him, she patted the edge of the bed and said, "Come sit down, I'll blow-dry your hair."
As Jiang Lan felt the warm breeze and imagined the slender hand passing through her hair, she felt a soft, throbbing sensation in her heart.
After putting away the hairdryer, Xiaoming tried to remain calm and said, "The sofa isn't long enough for you to sleep on. You can sleep on the inside, and I'll sleep on the outside."
Although she had mentally prepared herself countless times, Jiang Lan still felt her heart race upon hearing these words, as if the pounding of her heart was right next to her ears.
After turning off the lights, the two lay quietly on the bed. Jiang Lan waited for a while, then moved to the middle of the bed, reached out and pulled the other person into her arms, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Xiaoming couldn't sleep. She leaned against Jiang Lan, her hands enveloping his, and a heat source pressed against her waist. Her body was stiff, and she dared not move.
In the darkness, she heard Jiang Lan chuckle softly, then say to her, "It's too late. I'm not doing anything tonight. You should go to sleep."
Xiao Ming drifted off to sleep late into the night, lost in his own thoughts.
When Xiaoming woke up and opened his eyes, he found Jiang Lan was still asleep. He looked at him carefully.
From her messy hair, thick and long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and clearly defined lips, to her prominent Adam's apple and the small black mole on her nose.
After looking back and forth for an unknown amount of time, the sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over, pinned her down, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Xiao Ming quickly covered his mouth and mumbled, "I haven't brushed my teeth, so I can't kiss."
Jiang Lan laughed, grabbed her wrist, and pressed it above her head: "I'll kiss you even if you haven't brushed your teeth."
Seeing that she refused to open her mouth no matter what, Jiang Lan could only move downwards, her hands unconsciously slipping through her clothes and wandering over her delicate skin.
Xiaoming was completely naked under his pajamas, and the loose pajamas did not hinder Jiang Lan's advances in the slightest.
Xiao Ming's skin, exposed to the air, became damp, and a shiver ran through him from the cold air.
Jiang Lan seemed to be awakened by the cold air, and suddenly sat up straight and got off the ground.
Seeing him turn to leave, Xiaoming grabbed his hand, squeezed it tightly, and said with his eyes lowered, "I'll help you."
Xiao Ming buried himself in the blankets, trying to figure out how to help Jiang Lan.
In the dim light, Jiang Lan watched Xiao Ming lying in bed, looking and touching things, the veins on his forehead almost bulging out from the effort. The sweetest torment was nothing more than this. She even leaned in to smell him. Jiang Lan couldn't help but squeeze Xiao Ming's shoulder hard, and Xiao Ming hissed, "Don't grab me. If you're uncomfortable, just pull the blanket."
Jiang Lan, helpless, slumped onto the pillow, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and pleaded in a low voice, "Grandma, stop looking. Hurry up and get started, okay?"
"I saw online that certain physical characteristics of men are described in terms of their private parts. I found that the descriptions were quite accurate. Long arms and legs, a high nose, and thick stubble all matched up."
Xiao Ming carefully examined the organs he didn't have, touched them a few times, and then stopped.
Jiang Lan finally lost her patience, took Xiao Ming's hand, and began to teach him step by step.
After switching hands several times, Xiaoming finally saw Jiang Lan exhale and collapse onto the bed, entering a state of sage-like tranquility.
Xiao Ming sniffed around and said, "It all smells like you. I need to wash the sheets later."
Jiang Lan was so provoked by her actions and words that she almost had another arousal, and hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom.
Xiao Ming picked up his phone and checked the time. It was almost midnight. No wonder his stomach was growling.
After throwing the dirty sheets into the washing machine and getting ready, the two went to the badminton hall together. She knew there was a decent restaurant there, so they could eat, rest, and then play badminton for a few hours.
Today, Xiaoming measured Jiang Lan's physique. He was the type who looked slim in clothes but muscular underneath, with firm and well-defined muscles, clearly maintaining a good fitness routine. She secretly thought, "Luckily, I also have abs; I haven't lost to him."
After having dinner out that evening, Xiaoming parked her car in the parking shed and walked to Jiang Lan, who was waiting for her outside. She reached out to take her bag, but Jiang Lan dodged her hand and led her towards the lobby elevator.
Xiao Ming was completely confused: "You have to go to work tomorrow, aren't you going home?"
"The gift I bought for you is still on the package. I should give it to you in person. Take a look and see if you like it later."
As he entered, Xiaoming called out to him, "Let me record your fingerprints."
Jiang Lan was visibly happy to have received the pass; he was practically humming a tune. Xiao Ming teased him, "Take it easy, your mouth is about to stretch to the back of your head."
Jiang Lan gave her a limited edition anime female character figurine as a gift; she had a cute face but a very sexy figure.
Xiao Ming placed it on the table, looked it over from left to right, smiled, and looked up at Jiang Lan to thank her: "I really like it, thank you!"
Jiang Lan felt a great sense of accomplishment when she saw that she was satisfied.
Chen Hui, who was on the business trip with him, said to him in a knowing tone, "Buy designer bags or a set of designer cosmetics, no girl would dislike that."
Jiang Lan had a gut feeling that Xiaoming didn't like those things. She rarely wore lipstick, let alone makeup. When she carried a bag, it was like a duffel bag, with everything stuffed into it. She didn't care about being refined at all. How could people say she looked good? She was just relying on her whole image to make up for it.
There was a display case in her room filled with all kinds of anime figurines, all of which were very beautiful. Jiang Lan asked a friend to get her this limited edition figurine, and she was right to buy it. Luckily, she didn't listen to Chen Hui's straight-man advice.
It was almost eleven o'clock, and Jiang Lan still showed no sign of going back.
Xiao Ming couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly packed his things and pushed him towards the door: "Last night was a special case, we can't do that today. You're not afraid of getting suffocated down there, but I'm afraid you'll get a scabbed skin. Hurry up and go!"
Jiang Lan sat in the car, wanting to call Liu Zhen to ask for advice, but after staring at the number for a long time, she still didn't press the dial button.
Well, when it comes to progress, it's best to let things take their natural course. Xiaoming is an introverted person, so it's normal for them to be a little slower.
During lunch break that day, Jiang Lan and Liu Zhen were eating together. While eating, Jiang Lan fiddled with her phone and exclaimed "Eh!"
He hurriedly shoved the phone right in front of Jiang Lan's eyes: "Look inside, is that you and your girlfriend?"
Jiang Lan took the phone and looked at it. It was a video compilation titled "A Fairy Tale of Love." The video paused, showing a man and woman holding hands and walking quickly forward. The background was a subway station.
It is said that beauty is a feeling. Although the faces of the two people in the picture cannot be seen clearly, people can still clearly feel that they are beautiful.
"It's us. How did you recognize us from this blurry, secretly taken photo?"
"Your girlfriend picked you up from the hotel that day, and we happened to see her when we came downstairs after dinner. That girl was so jealous, so I remember your expression very clearly. This marketing account's video has pretty high views, it even got pushed to me, the original video must be worn out from all the use. How about it, handsome, want to start an account and sell products?"
"Get lost! You can't stand not being cheeky, can you? Forward the video to me." Liu Zhen, who had been hit, forwarded the video on his phone and then asked Jiang Lan, "By the way, you've been dating for a while now, shouldn't you bring your sister-in-law out for a meal? We've all helped you pursue her."
"Okay, you guys pick the place, I'll schedule the time."
"Alright, brother, you're awesome!"
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