Sun Jun dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom.
When I entered the bedroom, I found that Song Zhiqing had already made the bed and even turned off the main lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. The dim light in the room was very charming.
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
"Oh, okay."
Sun Jun got on the bed reluctantly, crawled into the big red quilt, lay flat with only his head exposed, and looked at the ceiling.
I remembered that there was still a little soap in the quilt, and these four sets were all washed before being put on.
After a while, Song Zhiqing also got on the bed nimbly. In an instant, a warm body full of masculine scent sent waves of heat to her.
She felt her throat dry and swallowed.
Although the two had held hands and kissed twice before, they were both brief encounters.
Now lying in the same bed, thinking about what was about to happen, both of them were nervous, but also very excited.
After a while, she felt a big hand holding her hand and rubbing it slowly.
But Song Zhiqing rubbed for a long time without taking the next step. Sun Jun was a little surprised. He tilted his head to look at Song Zhiqing and found that his forehead was actually reflecting a little under the dim light. "Why are you sweating? Are you hot?"
Song Zhiqing pursed his lips and thought for a long time before denying, "It's not hot, I, I just haven't done it before, I'm a little, a little nervous."
Seeing how aggrieved he was, Sun Jun couldn't help but burst out laughing.
A tall and strong man in his forties was sweating nervously on his wedding night because he had never done that before.
Is this still Song Zhiqing?
Sun Jun laughed so hard that she fell backwards and finally sat up. Seeing her laughing happily, Song Zhiqing also sat up and laughed with her, "You are still laughing at me, laugh now, after all, you are my sister!"
Sun Jun's shyness disappeared completely. She moved a little closer to Song Zhiqing and whispered, "Don't tell me you've had no desires or wants in the past forty years?"
Song Zhiqing blushed a little, but still told the truth, "I, I, I have hands..."
"Well, you don't have to use your hands now. You have a legal wife."
After Sun Jun finished speaking, she took off her pajamas and lay on the bed. She had to give Song Zhiqing some stimulation. Otherwise, this man was really like a piece of wood.
A large area of white skin was exposed in front of Song Zhiqing, forming a sharp contrast with the red of the bed sheet.
Sun Jun's skin was very delicate, and he couldn't help but gently stroke it with his big hand.
His eyes grew darker and darker, tainted with desire.
Finally, instinct overcame reason, and he took off his pajamas. Then he lowered his head and kissed Sun Jun's lips, savoring the sweetness.
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