61.Yu Chuanbei’s birthday gift
Through the reflection in the glass, Yu Chuanbei saw Ling Ling, bustling around in the bedroom, discard her towel, then vanish from the frame. Like a mischievous spirit, she imbued the dull world with a riot of pleasure, then flitted away in a flash. He gently closed his eyes, trying to restrain himself with his remaining rationality and moral sense from peeking. But with his eyes closed, her body became even clearer in his mind, and even lust seductively imbued this fantasy with tactile sensation. Ling Ling changed into a white dress. She loved its perfect whiteness, not too glaring to be desolate, nor too dull to be dull. It was a white that was so soothing and inviting, yet difficult to approach yet tempting to pursue. But the zipper was a bit tricky. She faced the mirror, hooked her hand behind her back, and tried several times to get it all the way up, but couldn't get it all the way up. Just as she was feeling annoyed, she suddenly caught sight of Yu Chuanbei's back in the mirror. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are you here?" Yu Chuanbei opened his eyes, turned hesitantly, and stared intently at Lingling in this beautiful scene, but he guiltily avoided her panicked gaze, because he didn't know if he could continue, or what to continue with. "You... when did you come in?" Lingling's mind quickly recalled her ridiculous series of actions. She didn't know how much he had seen, or perhaps he had seen everything! She pouted, disappointed and embarrassed. Yu Chuanbei slowly walked up to her, took her hand, and kissed her lips again and again. "Lingling, thank you for preparing all this for me. I think this birthday is the best one in my life." "But—that's not enough. There's something else—" Lingling wanted to say, but she was too stubborn to say it all. Yu Chuanbei gently brushed her long hair to one side, turned behind her, and zipped her up. He studied Ling Ling, like a newly opened lily. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulders and collarbone, as if greedily sucking the dew from a lily's pistil. Ling Ling trembled under his kiss, and she melted into his arms, following his powerful hand. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her, listening to his increasingly heavy breathing. He seemed to be trying hard to suppress himself, giving her the initiative. She felt his hand tremble as he touched her, and a thought of eternal love surged in her mind. She stood on tiptoe, bit his ear, and said, "For your birthday this time, the gift I want to give you is myself. Do you want it?" Yu Chuanbei didn't answer, but the frantic act of throwing her onto the bed was the most direct response. The zipper had just been zipped up...
Through the reflection in the glass, Yu Chuanbei saw Ling Ling, bustling about in the bedroom, throw away her towel. Then she vanished from the frame. Like a mischievous spirit, she had imbued the dull world with a riot of pleasure, then suddenly vanished.
He gently closed his eyes, trying to use his remaining rationality and moral sense to restrain himself from peeking, but after closing his eyes, her body became clearer in his mind, and even lust gave this fantasy a sense of touch.
Ling Ling changed into a white dress. She loved its perfect whiteness, a white that wasn't too glaring to look desolate, nor too dull to look gloomy. It was a white that was soothing and inviting, yet hard to approach yet hard to pursue.
But the zipper of this skirt was a bit difficult to use. She faced the mirror, hooked her hands behind her back and tried to pull it up several times, but she couldn't get it to the end. Just as she was feeling annoyed, she suddenly saw Yu Chuanbei's back in the mirror. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are you here!"
Yu Chuanbei opened his eyes, turned around slowly, and stared intently at Ling Ling in this beautiful picture, but he avoided her frightened eyes guiltily because he didn't know whether he could continue or what to continue.
"You...when did you come in?" Ling Ling's mind quickly flashed back to a series of her ridiculous actions. She didn't know how much he had seen, or maybe he had seen everything!
She pursed her lips, feeling disappointed and embarrassed.
Yu Chuanbei slowly walked up to her, took her hand, and kissed her lips again and again, "Lingling, thank you for preparing all this for me. I think this birthday is the best one in my life."
"But - it's not enough, there's something else -" Ling Ling wanted to say, but was too stubborn to say it all.
Yu Chuanbei gently brushed her long hair to one side, then walked behind her and zipped her up. He studied Ling Ling carefully, like a newly blossoming lily. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulders and collarbone deeply, as if greedily sucking the dew from the lily's pistil.
Ling Ling trembled at his kiss, and followed his powerful palm and melted into his arms.
She closed her eyes and let him kiss her, listening to his increasingly heavy breathing. He seemed to be trying his best to suppress himself and give her the initiative of rhythm. She felt his hand trembling as he touched her, and a thought that would last forever surged into her mind.
She stood on tiptoe, bit his ear and said, "For your birthday this time, the gift I want to give you is myself. Do you want it?"
Yu Chuanbei didn't answer, but his frantic pounce on her and threw her onto the bed was the most direct response. He hurriedly unzipped her pants, which had just been zipped up. His hot hands roamed all over her cool, soft body. She was buried beneath her messy white dress, like a star resting on the Milky Way's light.
Before entering her body, he stared into her blurry eyes, trying to get a positive response from her eyes. But she just looked back at him shyly, her eyes showing a mixture of reluctance and acceptance.
"You have no idea how much I want you," he murmured in her ear, her body slowly opening to his caresses.
They finally made love passionately. Ling Ling was just in pain and kept calling his name: "Yu Chuanbei... Yu Chuanbei... Yu Chuanbei..."
She tried to push him away, but he only thrust at her again and again. She was now beneath Chuanbei, his pounding teasing, his biting seductive, his pleading alluring, and he wouldn't let her escape.
That night, the sky was ablaze with light, thunder and lightning, and the most extreme pleasure in the world could only be given to him by the woman beneath him. He bravely moved forward, throwing himself at her wave after wave, as if he were surrendering to her, surrendering to her with all his heart.
After the endless pleasure, the aftermath of the impact on his heart was like the waves beneath the reef, still dull and trembling. Yu Chuanbei tenderly held Ling Ling in his arms, buried his head in her hair, and deeply inhaled her unique scent.
"Lingling, I love you, so very much. I really hope we can stay like this forever." His whisper in her ear was a vow.
Ling Ling cleared her throat and murmured softly, her sweet and soft voice falling on his chest, "I love you too, very much. But today, you really are..." She bit his neck hard, in revenge for his previous insolence.
Yu Chuanbei smiled sweetly despite the pain and hugged her tighter.
"Are you hungry?" Ling Ling raised her eyes and asked him, "This is not the process I originally planned. We also have a candlelight dinner scheduled. Now the restaurant won't save a seat for me."
"But now it's better than expected! No restaurant can compare to a bed with you. I don't want to go anywhere now. I just want to hold you like this." Yu Chuanbei became willful.
"You have to eat. You've consumed so much, aren't you hungry?" Ling Ling smiled cunningly.
"I've always said that eating you is enough." He turned over and pressed her down.
Ling Ling's heart trembled: Will this guy come again?!
She relied on her slippery skin to get out from under him, covered her chest with the quilt, and ordered him sternly: "There is a cake in the refrigerator, go get it quickly."
Yu Chuanbei smiled helplessly, picked up the bath towel she had thrown on the ground, wrapped it around her waist, and ran to the refrigerator to get the cake.
She unscrupulously surveyed his body, revealing solid muscles, tight ravines, and the faint presence of veins. He had always said to her helplessly, "Alas, since meeting you, I've been going to the gym much more often. I always feel like I have endless energy but nowhere to put it."
Now it seems that the results of fitness are quite fruitful.
He reappeared on the bed, holding the cake. The bed tilted slightly under his weight, and she leaned towards him.
There were a few words written on the milky white cake: "Happy birthday to the man I love most!" Yu Chuanbei smiled at her tenderly.
"You can't light a candle in bed, right?" She was a little disappointed that the scene didn't match the script, but then an idea flashed in her mind: "I'll pretend to light it for you."
She put on a convincing performance, pretending there were candles and lighting them, then took the cake from him, asked him to make a wish, and they pretended to blow them out together.
"What wish did you make?" Ling Ling asked curiously.
"It's about you." Yu Chuanbei looked at her lovingly.
"Then I don't want to know." The pride in her slightly raised lips showed her certainty of his love for her.
"You know it in your heart." He looked doting.
They shared the cake with a fork, and the corners of her mouth were stained with cream, which attracted his greedy kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, they went to work as usual and kissed goodbye as usual, but there was a little more moisture and heat in the kiss.
In the evening, Yu Chuanbei went to the company early to pick up Ling Ling, and she also ran down early and got into his car.
"Don't you have to work overtime today?" she asked him.
"Well, I don't feel like working. Aren't you the same?" he asked back.
Ling Ling just lowered her head and scrolled through her phone, pretending to be mature and steady as she said, "No, I just happened to be a little free today. It can't be helped. As a creative worker, you need to have the leisure time to have the mood."
"Hmm..." Yu Chuanbei started the car, nodded in agreement, and said, "Then I'll help you find some inspiration tonight, so you can have more leisure time and add some new life experiences. For example, try a different posture or something."
Ling Ling raised an eyebrow in shock at him, but he just casually said something about tonight's dinner being just as ordinary, so she couldn't get angry. If she didn't want him to concentrate on driving, she really wanted to kick him.
She put away her phone, turned her face away, looked out the window, and tried hard to suppress a smile.
When they got home, they ate the takeout they had ordered in advance, and Yu Chuanbei actually wanted to open a bottle of red wine to liven up the atmosphere. She didn't know what he wanted to liven up the atmosphere.
Afterward, they took turns showering. His house had only one bathroom. She walked into the steamy room he'd used, still thick with the scent of male hormones. The desires she'd deliberately put aside since last night had burst forth openly, dancing fiercely in her mind. She looked up at the stream of water, the same one that had just washed over him, and her heart began to churn.
After Ling Ling emerged from the bathroom, she saw Yu Chuanbei huddled on the living room sofa, playing with his iPad. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and indigo trousers, his usual homely attire. His bangs, still slightly damp, hung in front of his eyes, like a young man who had just waited for her in the rain, seemingly without any extraneous thoughts.
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