Chapter 79 Ripe Mulberries “Open it a little more.”
When Zhuang Mo smelled it, Sang Fu was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
"..." He paused and looked in the direction she was going. The box of things he had been tacitly asking for was right there.
Zhuang Mowen raised his hand and turned off the lights in other areas of the room, leaving only the two lights above the bed.
Sanfu felt it, turned around, and looked at him from a distance, "Hello."
His throat rolled up and down gently, Zhuang Mowen hummed softly and walked over.
The world is exceptionally quiet. The sound insulation of this hotel is very good. Once you enter the room, you will basically not hear any other sounds from outside or next door.
Because the lights were turned off, his figure was initially trapped in darkness. As the light and shadow changed, Zhuang Mowen slowly walked towards him from the blurry darkness. His figure gradually became clearer and taller, like an unshakable mountain, stopping in front of Sang Fu.
Her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
As their hearts pounded, Sang Fu leaned against the edge of the bed, pursed her lips, and asked him, "Shall we... go to sleep?"
Zhuang Mowen was silent for a while, which was unusual for him, but he finally nodded and said, "Okay."
This kind of thing really can't be rushed. If she doesn't want to, then it's better to stop for a while.
He thought about it and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
Before he could say good night, Zhuang Mowen was about to stand up to turn off the light, but at that moment, Sang Fu raised her face, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.
Zhuang Mowen froze.
She was kissing him.
There is a difference between a kiss and a kiss.
She had kissed him twice in total, and tonight was the third time.
The first two times were just brief touches without exception. They just touched for a moment and then left. It had a girlish playfulness, and could be considered a kiss at most, not even the shallowest kiss.
But this time, she was kissing him.
The unique sweetness of her body drifted to his nose little by little with this wet kiss.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes to look at her. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyelashes trembling randomly, and her kissing was unsystematic. She probably wasn't very good at it. She could only suck and lick slowly, neither lightly nor heavily, which made people feel itchy.
The intertwined auras formed an invisible hot net, trapping Zhuang Mowen tightly in it.
Zhuang Mowen is extremely self-disciplined. He has a habit of regular exercise and diet, and he undergoes regular physical examinations every year. The results of last year's physical examination showed that his various indicators were still within the normal range, and his health level was far better than that of men of the same age.
This is enough to prove that he is a man with very normal body functions and very normal physiological reactions.
He usually tried his best to restrain himself or hide it, not letting her see that side of him. It was only when he was in the hospital that he lost control so much that she noticed him.
It would be a bit troublesome if it got up, and Zhuang Mowen didn't want to draw trouble unless necessary, and this time was no exception.
He wondered whether he should create some distance between them, but his body remained honestly where it was. He even leaned forward a little to make the kiss less strenuous for her, and he still let her kiss him until he stopped.
After they separated, Zhuang Mowen felt empty inside. He was fine, but she kissed him so hard that his breathing became disordered, and his breath splashed on his chin.
Zhuang Mowen asked her, "Didn't you say you wanted to sleep?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Mowen felt something stuffed in his hand.
He had a vague idea of what it was, and when he looked down, he saw that it was indeed a separate piece of the set that had been taken out of the box.
"Yeah," said Sanfu. "Sleep."
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It was only today that Sang Fu slowly discovered that Zhuang Mowen seemed to like kissing her neck, burying his head in the side of her neck and kissing a certain spot in circles.
"That's not sleep, baby."
Zhuang Mowen's breath was close to her ear, and he whispered four words, "This is called love."
He was misunderstood.
"I'm sorry." She turned her face away, her voice trembling slightly, "But, this is my first time saying it, so I'm a little hesitant to say it."
Zhuang Mowen laughed: "Weren't you the one who discussed sex life with me before? You could talk about it before, but now you can't?"
"no the same."
Sanfu's tone became more serious, "It's different."
The collar of her pajamas tilted to her shoulders, and her skin was as delicate as mutton-fat jade. Sangfu carefully wrapped her arms around his waist: "Although they are essentially the same, sex does not necessarily mean love."
In her opinion, only sex between lovers can be called love.
However, when it comes to love, she still feels a little awkward and embarrassed, not natural enough, so she can't express it clearly.
Zhuang Mowen understood her implication. He lowered his head and kissed her from forehead to eyes, to nose bridge, to lips. He was very cherishing and sincere. "Well, we are □□."
His kisses continued all the way down, even to the last button of his pajamas that was barely fastened. Later, Sanfu could no longer reach his waist and back, and could only touch his hair by stretching out her arms.
His hair was different from hers, and it felt a little hard in his palm.
"Open it a little more." He raised his head and coaxed her gently, "This is not enough."
Sangfu couldn't hug him, and her arms felt empty and uncomfortable, so she simply hugged a pillow. The lights were already turned to the dimmest. She looked up at the ceiling, and the pillow was wrinkled from being scratched by her.
She listened to his movements, the moisture coating every nerve, and soon Sanfu felt it touching his ear again.
"Sorry, I can't seem to control it."
She felt as if her breath was piled up in her lungs, a lot of it, but she couldn't exhale. Sangfu hugged the pillow tighter, her vision gradually blurred, and it felt like there were millions of ants crawling in her brain, which was very strange.
"Is it really necessary to do this? Can you just come in?"
"Not very good." Zhuang Mowen moved up a little and came over to kiss her earlobe, "You are a little nervous. This will hurt you."
He leaned forward and pulled out a wet tissue from the bedside. Sanfu watched him lower his eyebrows and carefully wipe each finger of his left hand, with a serious look as if the next step was some experimental step.
Then the wet wipes went into the trash can.
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Zhuang Mowen was probably born with a large frame, so his hands are big, his fingers are long, and his joints are distinct.
His hands were very strong, and due to years of doing experiments, he was particularly skilled in grasping the details. He would carefully compare every inch with her reaction.
In fact, it didn’t take long... Sangfu hugged the pillow, hugging it higher and higher, with her entire face buried in the pillow.
The fluffy pillow masked her rapid breathing, as if all the senses in her body were focused on the same place. Suddenly, her vision became clear, and he pulled the pillow out of her arms and lifted her waist with one hand to support it.
Her mind went blank, and she was panting as she unexpectedly met Zhuang Mowen's gaze.
He came over and kissed her cheek and said, "It's okay now."
.........
It wasn't too smooth, but it wasn't too bad either.
He kept kissing her to distract her, interlocking his fingers with hers. He rubbed her slowly tightening fingertips, "What does it feel like?"
Sang Fu felt it and said, "It's so sore, swollen, and a little painful."
………
Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything. She felt uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable too.
Zhuang Mowen paused, then lowered his eyes to see Sang Fu's cheeks flushed instantly. He understood, smiled softly, and leaned down to kiss her: "So it's here."
"What?"
"Here," he said, "right?"
Sang Fu stammered, "I think...right."
It was difficult for her to describe the feeling.
Sometimes they seemed to drift in the clouds, lost in thought, and sometimes they seemed to fall into the vast ocean, as if they were about to drown. Their breaths were invisible intertwined bodies, and they floated and sank in the hazy light and shadow.
Zhuang Mowen touched her finger, where there was a silver wedding ring, and whispered to her, "Sang Fu."
She heard the sound and staggered, trying hard to find his eyes.
He continued, "After we get back, find some time."
"Um?"
"Let's go pick out the diamond ring."
.........
After an unknown amount of time, Sangfu felt someone brushing her hair away from her face and asking her if she wanted to continue.
It seems like a question, but it is actually more like an invitation.
After it was over, Sang Fu kept panting and staring at the head of the bed in a daze, as if her soul had drifted away. She reacted for a few seconds and shook her head.
For the first time, she felt very tired even though she hadn't done anything. Sang Fu said, "We have to go back to Lincheng tomorrow. If you don't sleep well, you will have dark circles under your eyes."
Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything, put on his clothes, and cleaned her up with wet wipes.
He wasn't done yet, it was scary that he had gone too far the first time, she wouldn't want to do it again, so he had no choice but to let her go this time.
"Are you thirsty?" He threw everything into the trash can, picked up the towels under him, and turned back to ask her, "Would you like some water?"
Sang Fu said without hesitation: "Yes."
Zhuang Mowen went to get a glass of water. Sang Fu had almost recovered, so she sat up and took it, drinking most of it in one breath.
She was really sleepy now.
Zhuang Mowen saw that she could hardly close her eyes, so he went over and pulled the quilt up to her shoulders, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."
Sang Fu nodded, then raised her eyes drowsily: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "Go to sleep, I have something else to do."
It's still early, how can it be so fast?
What can he do when he is tired and doesn’t have the energy to do it?
But Sanfu was really tired, not only physically but also mentally.
It was easy to feel sleepy after such a situation, and she didn't think about what else Zhuang Mowen was doing in the middle of the night.
Let her sleep, she responded in her mind, but before she could really respond to this sentence, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for a while.
He sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt in for her, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue. Then he got up and went into the bathroom.
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The author has something to say: At such an important juncture, Xiaofu has to nod before we can move forward. Zhuang’s role is to seduce, seduce, and seduce madly. Doesn’t he dare to say that he bought T to seduce our Xiaofu!
Congratulations to the two of you for making love. As usual, give them a red envelope to celebrate. [Let me know] I think this chapter is a bit crisis-ridden.
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