He grabbed the vodka next to him and poured it into Chi Yuan's mouth. Shen Yulou thought his smile was very cold.
It's cool and edgy.
Chi Yuan felt the same way.
He stepped onto the stool next to him, knelt on one knee on the table, and approached Shen Yulou step by step, wanting to pin him down.
Shen Yulou grabbed Chi Yuan by the neck with his other hand, leaned back and kissed him.
A blush-inducing, heart-pounding sound rang out between the two.
The couple felt that their clothes were soaked with the liquid that had flowed from their mouths, and their whole bodies smelled of the pungent smell of alcohol.
It teases the nerves and raises the temperature.
"You haven't washed the dishes yet."
Shen Meiren quietly took a half step back, her red lips parted, and looked at him with a dreamy gaze. She stroked the sweaty wisps of hair on Chi Yuan's forehead, letting them slide down his nose inch by inch.
"It's alright, business is more important."
Chi Yuan opened his mouth and bit his fingertip, licking it. Stray hairs fell casually, the slightly curled ends falling unruly on his smooth forehead, which was flushed with a faint blush.
A few strands of hair fell around his deep eyes, lightly brushing against his high nose with his movements.
The rest of his hair fell freely over his beautifully shaped neck and broad shoulders.
In the ambiguous interplay of light and shadow, the barely visible collarbone seems to silently convey endless allure.
The sound of panting is a silent love poem, stirring the heartstrings, like the gentle tickling of a feather, or the soft murmur of a nightingale.
One step, two steps, three steps.
He rolled up his black sweater to his elbows, his slightly bent palms pressing down with each step, each step carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.
The distance between his palm and the table gradually decreased, as if he wanted to control the space beneath him with his increasingly tight fingers.
As the two clashed, Shen Yulou felt his breath being forcefully stolen, his face being enveloped by the other's breath, and his entire body filled with the other's intense heat.
Extending to a certain point, Chi Yuan knelt down with his other foot as well. The lights in the living room had been turned off at some point, and moonlight shone in through the thin gauze window opposite the table.
If Chi Yuan were wearing a suit today, he would look even more impressive.
Shen Yulou's core strength couldn't support him lying half-fallen in this cramped space for too long, so he simply lay down completely.
She hooked her legs around Chi Yuan's waist, laughing freely as she clung to him and teased him.
Chi Yuan withdrew his other hand and touched Shen Yulou's thigh, which was hanging around his waist. Then he slowly moved his hand upwards and finally placed it on Shen Yulou's waistband.
The two of them had their tomato and egg noodles placed on either side of the table, which wasn't very big, so their movements were quite restricted when they lay in the middle.
Shen Yulou twisted his waist impatiently, feeling that the movement was too small and not satisfying enough.
Cold air poured in through his exposed waist and abdomen, and he expressed his dissatisfaction with it.
"The table is too small, do you like it that much?"
"Let's go to the bed, or if that's not possible, the floor is fine too."
Chi Yuan nibbled at his skin, taking a rare moment to look up and answer his question.
"We'll go later."
"As for now... I'm enjoying my wine at the main table."
It's not the tasting part, it's the literal tasting.
Shen Yulou was still feeling his temperature with her eyes closed when she suddenly felt a chill on her body, and then everything around her felt cold.
He opened his eyes with a shiver and saw Chi Yuan, who was sitting upright with his head slightly raised, his jawline sharp and resolute, and his eyes looking down.
The interplay of light and shadow accentuated his tall and unapproachable stature.
The vodka bottle in his hand was still tilting downwards, the liquid meandering aimlessly across his skin.
If the two of them weren't being completely honest with each other now, Shen Yulou would believe that Chi Yuan was trying to kill someone in the imperial court.
"I like drinking, I really like it."
Chi Yuan remained indifferent as he emptied the wine bottle and leaned down to suck up every last drop.
Shen Yulou could hear the crisp sound of the wine bottles colliding, and they were all knocked over onto the table.
The sticky liquid gathered in my palm.
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