Xuan Yi suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked the door hard. There was a muffled "bang", just like the heartbeat that he could no longer suppress.
Then, he stretched out his arms and embraced Qingyao steadily with his powerful hands. Qingyao subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck, holding a corner of his bath towel tightly in her hand.
Xuan Yi strode towards the bedroom, each step firm and steady, with unquestionable determination.
He stared into Qingyao's eyes, his gaze was fiery and focused, as if he wanted to burn away all her uneasiness and anxiety with his gaze.
Although no words were spoken, the tight embrace and the gradually quickening pace seemed to say: No need to say, I understand, no matter what happens, I am here.
Entering the bedroom, he gently placed Qingyao on the bed, and his tall figure immediately covered her. With gentle and eager kisses and intimate hugs, he gradually dispelled the haze in her heart, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own bones and blood and become her most solid support.
Outside the window, the night is as dark as ink, with a few stars twinkling occasionally, as if peeking at the passionate emotional blending in the house.
Xuan Yi's kiss gradually became gentle and lingering. He gently stroked Qingyao's cheeks with his hands and smoothed the messy hair around her ears. His fingertips inadvertently touched her slightly hot earlobe, causing Qingyao to tremble slightly.
His lips moved slowly down her neck, leaving a trail of small, loving and soothing kisses.
Qingyao closed her eyes tightly, holding Xuanyi's arms tightly with both hands, her nails unconsciously digging into his skin, her brows slightly furrowed, as if venting the long-standing depression in her heart.
Under Xuan Yi's caress and kisses, her breathing gradually became steady and her tense body slowly relaxed, as if a ship that had been drifting for a long time had finally sailed into a quiet harbor.
After a long time, Xuan Yi raised his head and looked into Qingyao's eyes, his eyes full of affection and cherishment.
He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of Qingyao's eyes. His lips moved slightly, but he said nothing. He just hugged her tightly in his arms again, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, as if he was guarding the most precious treasure in the world.
At this moment, silence is better than words. The two of them lie in each other's arms, letting time flow slowly in this gentle atmosphere, as if all the troubles of the world have been isolated, leaving only each other's heartbeats and warm breaths intertwined.
The morning light shines through the thin curtains, casting a few faint golden rays. Dust dances in the light, as if telling the gentle secret of this quiet morning.
Qingyao woke up slowly, her head still a little dizzy from the hangover. Before she could fully open her eyes, she felt the warm breath beside her and the strong arms around her.
In an instant, the hot and impulsive scene from last night flooded into her mind like a tide, and her cheeks instantly flushed, spreading all the way to her ears.
She was a little shy, but couldn't hide the sweetness in her heart. She rubbed Xuanyi's chest gently, as if she was greedy for this moment of intimacy and warmth.
The slight movement disturbed Xuan Yi's light sleep. He slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were still sleepy, but the moment he saw Qingyao, they were filled with tenderness and love.
Looking at Qingyao leaning against his chest like a kitten, Xuanyi's mouth curled up unconsciously, revealing a doting smile. He lowered his head slightly and pecked Qingyao's lips lightly, his movements gentle and real, as if he was touching a fragile treasure.
But this light kiss seemed to have a will of its own. The moment their eyes met, emotions entwined like vines, making him deepen the kiss involuntarily.
His hand gently stroked Qingyao's cheek, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, and his tongue gently probed into her, intertwining with her lips and tongue, absorbing her sweetness and softness, as if wanting to integrate her into his life. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world was left with only each other's breathing and heartbeat.
Qingyao's eyes widened slightly, full of astonishment and shyness, and her cheeks were as red as ripe peaches.
Xuan Yi's passion swept her like a surging tide. Her hands subconsciously rested on Xuan Yi's chest, her fingers slightly curled up, but as if pulled by an invisible force, she weakly grasped his skin.
Her breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently, and her heart beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to burst through her chest.
Xuan Yi's kiss was domineering and gentle, making Qingyao gradually lost in it. Her eyes slowly closed, her long eyelashes kept trembling, and her body gradually became soft and weak. She could only passively endure the impact of this hot emotion.
As the passion faded, fatigue came like a tide. Qingyao's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she fell asleep again. Her breathing became even and gentle, and a blush still remained on her cheeks.
Xuan Yi looked at Qingyao who fell asleep again in his arms, his eyes full of satisfaction and tenderness. He gently adjusted his posture to make Qingyao more comfortable, then slowly leaned his head against Qingyao's neck, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her hair, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gradually fell asleep in this warm atmosphere. The two of them hugged each other tightly, like a quiet and beautiful painting, letting the morning light shine through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled light and shadows, witnessing this sweet moment.
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