Then, Qi Yue suddenly lifted Qingyao's chin and kissed her fiercely like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, muttering to himself, "What a cruel heart, Yao! My heart aches." As he finished speaking, tears flowed like a flood. This kiss was filled with dominance and despair, as if he wanted to merge Qingyao into his own flesh and blood, making it impossible for her to escape.
Qingyao felt Qi Yue's madness and pushed him away with force, saying coquettishly, "You hurt me."
Qi Yue instantly became like a child who had made a mistake. He was in a panic and apologized to Qingyao incoherently: "I'm sorry, Yao, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry..."
Immediately afterwards, Qingyao walked out of the bathtub like a lotus emerging from water, her delicate body gently wrapped in a bathrobe, and she returned to the bedroom with a graceful figure.
Qi Yue looked at Qingyao's departing back, quickly washed himself, put on a bathrobe, and hurried out.
When he saw Qingyao sitting in front of the windowsill carefully caring for her skin, Qi Yue walked up, picked up the hair dryer, and dried Qingyao's hair as gently as a spring breeze. Then he took the skin care products from her hand, his movements so gentle as if he was caring for a rare treasure, again and again, with extreme caution.
After applying the facial mask, Qingyao stared at Qi Yue quietly. Qi Yue first closed his eyes, burying the pain and struggle in his heart. Then, he opened his eyes and smiled at Qingyao with a smile as bright as the sun. Then he picked up Qingyao and strode towards the bed.
After gently placing Qingyao on the bed, Qi Yue lay sideways beside her, staring at Qingyao intently, his eyes full of affection and attachment.
Then, to Qingyao's surprise, he kissed her again. The kiss was soft and delicate, moving down from her forehead little by little until Qingyao couldn't help but make a beautiful sound.
Qi Yue could no longer suppress his inner desire. He was cautious at first, but after Qingyao gradually became familiar with him, he suddenly became as passionate and eager as a ferocious lion.
It was not until Qingyao cried out in pain that Qi Yue came back to his senses. When he felt that layer of membrane, he stopped moving, gently kissed Qingyao's cheek, whispered sorry in her ear, and then said some love words beside Qingyao that made people blush. Qingyao's face flushed, and she shyly buried her head in Qi Yue's arms. Qi Yue exerted force and became one with Qingyao. He showed a sincere smile. At least Qingyao's first time was his.
At night, the moon hung high in the sky like a silver disk, illuminating the entire bed as bright as day. The two of them lay entangled in the bed, all they could hear was Qi Yue's gentle coaxing words to Qingyao, the sound like the sound of nature, lingering in their ears.
Outside, Yan Qing stared blankly at the door, which hadn't been opened for a long time. Like a forsaken meteor, he returned to the housekeeper's room outside the suite, feeling extremely lost. He lay on the bed, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, a wry smile even more desolate than the moonlight played on his lips. He thought to himself that if his family hadn't gone bankrupt, he might have been able to fight hard and try to stay by Qingyao's side. However, now he was just a passing guest in her life, a temporary housekeeper. When she left, he would no longer have any excuse to see her, and could only sink into this endless longing.
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