A low, muffled laugh came from above Xia Xi's head. She raised her chin, but could not see his face, only his well-defined jaw. So she propped up her elbows and saw his handsome face immersed in a smile. Her heart was moved. She stroked his face with her palm, her eyes full of attachment and reluctance.
Xu Yanfeng covered her smaller hand with his large one, and was about to speak when she lowered her head and blocked his lips, kissing him eagerly and deeply. Xu Yanfeng was caught off guard, and his breathing became heavy, almost letting out a muffled groan.
Xia Xi reached into the open drawer of the bedside table, took out the last box skillfully, and put it in his palm. His palms, which were always warm and dry, were now covered with a thin layer of sweat.
"Would you please use it up?" she mumbled as she kissed him.
Xu Yanfeng used to think that this was addictive, but later he felt that as long as he was satisfied, it wouldn't be such an addiction.
The fact is that he will not be satisfied.
As long as it's her, he will never be satisfied.
Xia Xi seemed to have endless energy, and with the idea that there would be no tomorrow, she fought him to the death.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I only know that when I woke up it was noon the next day. The curtains were opened to an arm's width, just covering the big bed, allowing the person on the bed to sleep peacefully while letting the warm and beautiful spring sunshine in.
Xu Yanfeng was actually at home. This was Xia Xi's first thought when she saw him after coming out of the room.
Xia Xi rubbed her hair, pulled the corner of her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Good morning."
Xu Yanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the freshly brewed tea and took a sip, then pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very clear: the sun was in the sky and it was getting late.
Xia Xi curled her lips, turned around and hid in her room, her mind full of the absurd scenes of last night. She must have been possessed, or bewitched.
Xu Yanfeng followed closely behind, entering the bedroom. A window opened, letting in a cool breeze, the air still lingering with ambiguity. Xia Xi was in the cloakroom. When he entered, she had just put on a long-sleeved shirt with a rather large neckline, revealing half her shoulder. He noticed the teeth marks on the back of her shoulder, his eyes darkening, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
Xia Xi straightened her collar, turned her head and saw him, patting her chest: "What are you doing? You scared me."
Xu Yanfeng coughed lightly: "I want to ask you what you want to eat for lunch."
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. As soon as he did, Xia Xi's stomach growled. She put a hand on her stomach, but it couldn't stop the protest. "I don't know. You decide."
Xu Yanfeng ordered some food and they had lunch together. In the afternoon, Xia Xi returned to school and did some homework, but she felt that it was unnecessary because she was about to go abroad, so it didn't matter whether she did her homework or not.
She dozed off on the table for half an hour, her mind in a mess. She sat up, rubbed her face to wake herself up, found Zhou Du's number, and called him.
"Are you free tonight?" Xia Xi tilted her head back, resting her neck on the back of the chair, unable to conceal her depressed mood. "I'll treat you to dinner."
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