Chapter 56 Chapter 56 He couldn’t help but touch her. He couldn’t bear it. …
It actually moved forward a little bit.
She didn't want it. She had already made up her mind; today wasn't the time to get to that point.
Suddenly, two warm water droplets hit my face and shattered in an instant.
Her heart trembled, "Why are you crying?"
His eyelashes trembled, and a few crystal tears fell, but he said nothing.
But he actually slowly moved away and pushed her again through her clothes.
It was crazy. She closed her eyes, feeling a burning sensation somewhere too intense to ignore.
But she said no, and that meant no, and no one could force her.
She clamped her legs together in a bit of annoyance.
He almost snorted.
But I couldn't tell whether that sound was pain, enjoyment, or desire.
After that sound, his face flushed red, and he bit his lips, not just trying to silence himself, but almost trying to torture himself. He felt like he was starving for oxygen, unable to support himself even when leaning on her, and began to sway.
His five fingers clutched the quilt fiercely, "Jiao Jiao..."
She whispered, "Sir, you grabbed my hair..."
"What young master?" He smiled bitterly, mocking dejectedly, "Do you still deserve that title now?"
He looked so sad that she was stunned for a moment.
What? "Unable to control one's emotions"—is that a capital offense for him?
He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the two delicate lips that had tortured him for a long time.
He didn't care about anything else. He didn't even want to care about morality, responsibility, or bottom line.
It's too late to think about other things now.
Those two lips.
She was the one who provoked him first, wasn't she?
If she knew how he transformed a violent emotion into a kiss, she should be grateful.
Looking at his suddenly cloudy eyes, she had a premonition and closed her eyes in understanding.
Today, will I finally get that kiss?
That, a kiss that acknowledged not only her but himself, a symbol of infatuation and surrender.
His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he lowered his eyelashes and looked for her lips.
A subtle smile played at the corner of her lips.
However, I waited for his touch for a long time but it never came.
She opened her eyes and saw Gu Huaijin standing right next to her lips, within half an inch.
He lay on top of her, his eyes already open, for a long time, lost in thought, he asked softly:
"Jiaojiao. Are you willing to...stay on the mountain?"
She was stunned, almost annoyed for a moment.
This question cannot be a request.
If he forces her to stay, she will stay.
But what if it was just, “Would you?”
How could she say "yes"? She knew everyone on the mountain was suspicious of her. Wouldn't that make her look like a spy?
She reminded him one last time, "Sir, do you want me to stay?"
He was silent for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes and buried his head in the crook of her neck: "How can I think about it."
She laughed angrily, "So do you want to or not?"
This time, the silence stretched on indefinitely, until her patience ran out.
She pushed him away, took out the fan that had been pressing against her chest, causing her pain, and said irritably, "Get up."
"Jiaojiao." He hugged her and pressed her back, not allowing her to move.
She opened the fan with a swish, then slammed it shut again, feeling so annoyed that she almost wanted to hit him on the temples.
"Didn't you agree that you would only force me once? I've come back with you, so what else do I need to do now?"
"You can't do this, Jiaojiao." He almost begged, then groaned in pain, "I'm in pain."
"Why are you telling me this? Can I help you?" He was halfway through his taunting, but suddenly realized he had forgotten how to act innocent and said in a fake tone, "Where does it hurt?"
These three words stumped him again.
She shook her fan and sneered. What was there to complain about at this time? She dared to ask, but did he dare to answer?
He suddenly said, "You are not allowed to accept Li Xuanbai's things."
After she said this, she fanned herself even more happily, pushed him away a little, opened the fan, and put it on her chin and smiled.
"Young master is gasping for breath so badly, we need to ask Mr. Qu Shu to come back and see him. As for the pain," he laughed, "we also need to ask Mr. Qu Shu to treat him." You asked for help yourself, no one will care about you.
For some reason, he let her push him away this time, trembling and silent.
She keenly sensed that there was something…wrong with him.
Suddenly, the fan in her hand was snatched away, opened quickly, and pressed against her lips.
Before she could react, he closed his eyes, lowered his head and gave her a light kiss.
Through the fan.
The glittering mother-of-pearl fan tilted slightly for a moment.
She was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
He left her, ignoring her surprised look, looked at each other, and then closed his eyes.
She almost felt burned when they looked at each other for a moment.
It's just like... melted syrup, eyes.
Lingering, sticky, burning, and unbearably sweet. The moment they touched, it felt more like burning pain than sweetness.
While she was stunned, there was another gentle kiss through the fan.
He called out softly, murmured, "Jiaojiao."
She was confused. What was this?
All she could hear was him kissing her lips softly through the fan.
"Bright."
"Bright."
"Bright."
A kiss, then calling her name.
He couldn't help but touch her.
But they have no future.
He warned himself that this was the most he could do.
She stared at the ceiling, wondering blankly, is this a form of self-deception?
Suddenly, she thought of something.
She tilted her head slightly, and the fan rested on the tip of her nose and tilted, "...This is Li Xuanbai's fan."
He laughed, "So what? His is the best." He put the fan on her lips again, lowered his eyes and kissed her.
"How can I return it to them if you're like this?" She chuckled and dodged.
He chased after her with his eyelashes drooping, not caring about anything else, just kissing her softly, "Just like this." He said, "He will like it."
What the hell is wrong with him today?
She pushed him away, closed the fan suddenly and put it to the side of her face.
He really didn't dare to do it again. He leaned his hands on her sides, his eyes gloomy, yet with a sense of grievance and unwillingness, he complained, "Jiao Jiao."
The tone of voice meant, why don’t you kiss me?
She smiled, "Master Xuanbai is also my friend. I have to treasure something I borrowed from him."
"'Really?'" He felt somewhat relieved. When the name was mentioned, he actually snatched the fan back, threw it away, pressed it against her lips, and fell down with his eyes closed.
Her lips were pressed against the fan. When he kissed her, the edge of the fan pressed down for a moment, and when he left, it lifted up again. It rose and fell, constantly pressing against the tip of her nose. The edge of the fan had some hollow patterns, and over time, it actually rubbed her a little.
She was in his arms, trying her best to turn her head away so that the fan could not be placed on her face. She said with a hint of resentment: "Huai Jin——!"
He was still not satisfied, and said with the same resentment: "Jiao Jiao..."
She sighed, "Tomorrow."
He was silent for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Tomorrow is also possible?"
He was anxious, so she found it amusing: "No."
For a moment, he was speechless and gasping for breath.
Suddenly he lowered his head and pressed her down, pecking her, "I have the final say on this matter."
She took a breath. He had been pressing on her for too long, and she could hardly breathe. She pushed him away a little, "Okay, Huaijin, stop making trouble. Tomorrow."
Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at her for a long while, carefully analyzing her expression.
Looking at him, she unexpectedly noticed that his face was full of doubt, fragility and helplessness. Her heart moved and she put her hand on his face and stroked it.
Yes, she finally understood why he was so uneasy today.
He lost control too much today and there's no way around it.
She touched his face, gently wiping his wet eyelashes with her hand, almost comfortingly, "It's okay."
He asked nervously, "Is it okay... today?"
"Um."
"Aren't you angry with me?" He leaned over again and hugged her tightly.
"Um."
"You've agreed. That's considered a promise to me, Jiaojiao." He placed both arms under her back, pulling her into his embrace. His thumbs stroked her shoulders, his forehead resting against her temples. "And what about tomorrow?"
She sighed, "I can't breathe, Huaijin."
He finally let her go reluctantly, slowly moved to the side and sat up.
The burning thing finally left her body, and she actually felt cool for a moment. She didn't know whether she was annoyed or ashamed. She took a long breath and sat up.
However, the room was too dark. She had been oppressed for too long and still felt suffocated. She said, "Open the window. It's so stuffy."
He ignored her: "What about tomorrow?"
"Open the window."
He persisted, "Li Xuanbai is your friend, so what am I now?"
"We're friends too." She smiled. "Open the window."
"Friends?" He shuddered again, his eyes tinged with an ambiguous red. "We're... still friends? It's already like this... Have you done this with him?"
She laughed happily. How could he be so funny?
"Open the window."
She avoided answering, but even though he was delirious, he already knew the answer.
He dropped his head and swallowed.
"Open the window?" He smiled, and for some reason, his voice was so soft yet sounded sinister. "Jiaojiao, do you want to open the window?" He stretched out his hand, slowly and without resistance from behind, opened his arms, and clasped them across her chest.
His back was so broad that she fell into a safe embrace, surrounded by him from all sides, unable to move.
Then, that hard and hot thing pressed against her...back again.
The meaning is unclear and the language is vague.
Her whole body froze.
The two were silent, knowing what was going on.
He moved away slightly, panting softly in her ear, then slowly and calmly, patiently, thrust hard into her.
She could hardly catch her breath and gasped.
He hugged her tightly, holding her in his arms, lowering his head to rub her sweaty forehead, and murmured, "Open the window?" He pressed against her, closing his eyes, "Do you still want to open the window...?"
Push it again, gasp, and ask:
"...Do you want to open the window like this? Jiaojiao."
"Would you like to open the window like this? ... Jiaojiao."
"Jiaojiao...who on earth is unwilling to open the window?"
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