A gentle mountain breeze blew, clouds and mist swirled around as Qingyao and Yunao leaned against each other on the mountaintop. Their home was surrounded by flowers and colorful butterflies fluttered among them.
At dawn, Yun Ao always wakes up first, but he is reluctant to get up. He stares at Qingyao's sleeping face quietly until the sunlight shines on her face, then he gently kisses her forehead to wake her up.
The two practiced swordplay in front of the bamboo house. Every move they made was in perfect harmony, and as the sword shadows crossed, feelings arose.
In the afternoon, Yun Ao would play melodious flute music for Qingyao, and the notes would float in the mountains; or he would fish with her by the stream, and occasionally they would smile at each other, and the years would be peaceful and quiet.
Qingyao will cook delicious food for Yunao, and the rising fireworks are full of sweetness.
As night fell and the sky was dotted with stars, the two of them lay on the soft grass, fingers interlocked, identifying the legends of the ancient stars.
When sleepiness came, they hugged each other and went back to the room, lying on the couch, falling asleep to the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Time passed slowly, and they watched the seasons change and the flowers bloom and fall in this world, but they felt that time was never long, because the people beside them were each other.
The night was as dark as ink, and the mountains were completely silent, as if Qingyao and Yunao were the only two people left in the world. They hugged each other tightly, their heartbeats intertwined, and looked up at the starry sky, which looked like tiny diamonds scattered on black satin.
Yun Ao lowered his head slightly, touched Qingyao's ear with his lips, and whispered those tender and sweet words with his warm breath.
His voice was low and magnetic, flowing slowly in the quiet mountains. Every word was like a jumping note, gently striking Qingyao's heartstrings.
Qingyao's cheeks were slightly red, stars and tears were sparkling in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. Immersed in this sweet atmosphere, her hands couldn't help but hug Yun Ao tighter. Yun Ao picked up Qingyao, took off his clothes and put them on the ground, then gently picked up Qingyao and put her on his clothes.
Yun Ao gently stretched out his slender fingers and tenderly unbuttoned the thin dress on Qingyao. Every time he unbuttoned a button, he would kiss Qingyao's swan-like slender white neck affectionately, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.
Qingyao lay there quietly, her eyes like twinkling stars in the night sky, gazing affectionately at the man in front of her who made her heart beat fast. She felt the warmth from Yun Ao's fingertips, and an indescribable sweetness and shyness surged in her heart.
Yun Ao slowly picked up Qingyao's soft and boneless little hand, looking at her with passionate and affectionate eyes, his eyes full of love.
However, he did not stop undressing, but guided Qingyao's hands to take off his clothes one by one.
As his clothes gradually slipped off, Yun Ao's muscular chest, tight abdominal muscles and broad shoulders gradually appeared in front of Qing Yao, like a perfect painting.
Qingyao couldn't help but raise her hand and gently stroke Yun Ao's well-defined muscles, as if she wanted to deeply engrave this touch into her heart. Her breathing became rapid and her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush.
The night enveloped the mountains and forests, and all was silent. Yun Ao gazed at Qing Yao in his arms, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing.
He slowly lowered his head, his warm lips gently pressing against Qingyao's snow-white neck. The delicate touch made his heart tremble violently. At the same time, he tightened his arms, holding Qingyao tightly in his arms, as if to melt her into his body. His fingertips accidentally touched Qingyao's skin, and the silky smoothness made him intoxicated. He couldn't help but gently caress it, as if he was exploring the most precious treasure in the world, greedy for this moment of tenderness and intimacy, unwilling to let go.
Qingyao felt Yun Ao's intimate gesture, her body trembled slightly, a blush appeared on her face, and she shyly buried her head in Yun Ao's chest. Her hands subconsciously grasped Yun Ao's neck, and her breathing became rapid.
Yun Ao's kiss gradually spread upwards, along Qingyao's graceful jawline, and finally stopped on her lips.
The kiss was gentle and passionate, filled with emotions that he had suppressed for a long time. Qingyao closed her eyes gently, immersed in this affectionate kiss, and the love in her heart surged like a tide.
After a long time, Yun Ao slowly let go of Qing Yao, his hands still tightly around her waist, his forehead against hers, their eyes intertwined, and without words, they had already expressed thousands of words.
The breeze blew gently, ruffling their hair, as if whispering about the lovers' deep affection.
"My wife, I have you in my life, what else could I ask for?" Yun Ao's voice was low and firm, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Tears glistened in Qingyao's eyes and she nodded slightly. She knew that in this vast world, they had found each other's support. This love would be like the breeze and bright moon in the mountains, eternal and pure.
There was a fiery flame in Yun Ao's eyes. He leaned over again and kissed Qing Yao's lips without hesitation.
This time, his kiss was eager and overbearing, like a surging wave, instantly engulfing Qingyao. Qingyao's eyes widened slightly, then slowly closed, her hands unconsciously climbing up Yun Ao's neck, completely immersing herself in this storm-like intimacy.
Yun Ao held Qingyao tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, feeling her softness and warmth.
His kiss became deeper and deeper, and the tip of his tongue gently pried open Qingyao's teeth, exploring that sweet territory.
Qingyao's breathing became rapid and disordered, her heart beat like thunder, and her cheeks became hotter and hotter. She gradually lost her direction under Yun Ao's passionate attack. She could only cling to him tightly, drifting with the flow in this whirlpool of passion, forgetting everything around her. In her eyes and heart, there was only the man she loved deeply.
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