The boy's hands were beautiful, with thin and slender palms, blue veins bulging on the back of his hands due to exertion, his finger bones were as cold as jade, each one clearly visible, and the joints were a light pink.
You can tell at first glance that they are the hands of a spoiled child.
The palms were covered with rough calluses, which made Su Ci feel both comfortable and unbearable. The way he touched her face was as graceful as a musician playing the piano.
When he twisted the corner of her lips again, she tilted her head and opened her mouth, taking a cold, hard knuckle into her mouth.
The wetness on his hands was her sweat, which had a slightly salty and astringent taste, and tasted like tears.
Rong Xue gasped when she bit her.
He teased her lips and tongue, his brows condensed with an insoluble grievance: "Sister, it hurts."
He no longer wanted to call her cousin's wife.
Marry a man and marry a woman.
At worst, we can just snatch the wedding tomorrow.
The weak and vulnerable expression touched a soft spot in Su Ci's heart. She instinctively loosened her lips and blew on the fingertips with a circle of teeth marks.
A light and shallow air flow brushed across her skin. Although she felt a little greedy, Rong Xue still pulled out her fingers. Her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and her ears turned red when she tilted her head.
His size gave him an advantage. He could grab Su Ci's wrists with one hand and press them above her head. Then his flexible lips and tongue replaced his fingers and invaded her mouth.
The moonlight disappeared into the clouds, and in the pitch-black night, the boy opened his eyes as sharp as a cheetah, pressed the girl into the pile of dolls, and kissed her again and again.
"Sister, open your eyes."
He turned on the flashlight on his phone to illuminate himself.
"Look at me, remember me."
The passionate kiss was not an antidote, but a catalyst. Su Ci pulled his clothes randomly.
"I can't see clearly, what's so fierce about it..." She also felt aggrieved, with small tears hanging on her eyelashes, "I feel uncomfortable with you wearing so many clothes."
It was still a hot summer day, but he was wearing a long-sleeved coat, and the various accessories on it made her feel uncomfortable.
It's obvious that she is not someone who gives in easily.
Seeing him appear makes me want to cry.
Unbelievable, overjoyed, afraid to recognize him, hesitant, aggrieved and sad...all kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined, and she just wanted to confirm his existence.
But the young man who had just kissed her passionately was unwilling to satisfy her request easily.
He opened his bright eyes, grabbed Su Ci's groping hand, put it to his lips, kissed and rubbed it, his eyes extended along the gaps between her fingers, revealing a wild desire that was determined to get what he wanted.
His clear voice became a little hoarse.
"Sister, why are you so anxious? It's not like I won't let you touch me. We finally met again, and in your world, this is the first time we've met..."
He slowly stretched out the ending note.
"Sister, you don't even give me a name, but you want to take off my clothes and sleep with me? Do I have to call you sister and cousin in bed? Do you like playing like this?"
Su Ci bit her lip and shook her head, her eyelashes trembling with tears.
She was still ill.
He had deliberately spoiled my appetite, and if I couldn't get any comfort for a while, every cell in my body was clamoring to explode.
“No, no…”
She struggled to touch his face.
Just leave it on for a while longer.
Rong Xue was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to hold her wrist too tightly. In a moment of carelessness, she broke free. With a crisp sound, a slap scraped across his face.
Su Ci was stunned.
She didn't want to hit him, she just wanted to touch him.
Not sure if it was a withdrawal reaction or because she was addicted to him, but Su Ci felt her palms burning where she had slapped him, and it felt numb and tingling as if ants were gnawing at them.
She curled her fingers around a doll.
"I'm sorry, I'm sick..."
She is really sick in this world.
Whether physical or psychological, it is not a disease that normal people can accept.
She also couldn't pretend to be gentle and tolerant in front of him like she did in her little world.
Even looking at his cheeks that were red and swollen from being beaten, she felt more excitement than pity. She felt that he was so pitiful, yet so well-behaved and handsome.
A good baby should be obedient like this.
The boy looked at her in astonishment and surprise.
Su Ci lowered her eyes and dared not look at him.
Everyone will be afraid of her because of her illness and run away from her. Who can guarantee that he won't run away?
When she no longer warms him, tolerates him, and heals him, she is just a sick pervert.
Su Ci took a deep breath, but felt as if her nasal cavity was blocked by something. She pointed to the door sullenly: "You should leave too, I will hurt... Ugh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his neck and kissed him fiercely.
Rong Xue held her wrist and swung it hard towards the other side of her face, with a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Sister is so good at fanning. It feels so good."
He buried his head in kissing Su Ci while tearing off his clothes with one hand: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have negotiated with my sister. Whatever my sister says is what it is. I'll take it off."
Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong——
Sizzle——
The doorbell rang, along with the sound of fabric tearing, and a deep male voice came from outside the door.
"Su Ci, are you there? Open the door."
Rong Sheng pressed the doorbell impatiently.
"I'm only half an hour late. Don't make a fuss. It'll affect tomorrow's engagement party, which will be bad for both businesses. I can't blame the elders..."
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