He let the small, fish-like hands run wild, hooking around Lu Ying's waist, and leaned in close with his mouth open.
Soaked clothes fell to the floor, and the bathroom became increasingly hot.
An object fell behind the door; a cell phone rang but no one answered until it automatically disconnected.
A message flashed in, and the screen's faint light flickered on and off.
In the bathroom, Lu Ying was held by Xi Jun and pressed against the wall.
Their crimson lips parted, and the man asked her, "Yingying, have you thought it through?"
Looking at the flushed face before him, Lu Ying saw that her eyes were filled with infatuation and fervor for her. Despite her efforts to control the bulging veins that throbbed with desire for her, she still asked for her consent before taking the final step.
Xi Jun suppressed his burning rage, his voice hoarse and panting, but he tried his best to ask her gently, "Yingying, you need to think it over. I'm afraid you'll regret it."
Lu Ying almost laughed. She wasn't some naive young girl, so why was she being asked if she regretted it?
But then her nose suddenly stung with tears. How much must one love her to treat her like a girl even when she's no longer a girl, and to carefully ask for her wishes?
She put her arm around the man's shoulder, afraid he would see her reddened eyes, and said firmly, "Ah-Jun, I've made up my mind, and I won't regret it."
"If I really have any regrets, I only regret not meeting you sooner."
Lu Ying raised her head, touched Xi Jun's face, and traced the man's handsome eyebrows and eyes.
Her gaze followed her fingertips, gradually imprinting the man's face in her mind, finally settling on the corner of his lips.
She lowered her head and kissed him lightly, her eyes filled with love. "Xi Jun, I love you."
The world went silent, my heart stopped beating, and only the person in front of me became clearer.
Xi Jun choked up, no longer as gentle and obedient as before. She pressed Lu Ying's head against her head and pressed herself against him urgently and frantically.
The bathroom door was opened, and the towel, still damp from being dried, was carelessly tossed onto the floor.
The bed was dented in a large area, and the sheets, held tightly together by ten fingers, were crumpled and messy.
The heat spread from the bathroom, and the sound of a plastic bag being torn open was crisp and pleasant.
I could vaguely detect a hint of impatience.
Breathing was rapid and frantic, the sound of water intertwining with chanting.
The rain outside grew heavier, and raindrops, accompanied by the autumn wind, pattered against the glass window.
The crackling sounds progressed gradually, varying in intensity.
Look at that dark sky, tonight is destined to be a night of rest...
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