Do it in every corner of the house.
"Do it in every corner of the house."
34.
Xue Xiang returned a week before the year-end banquet at the Nuclear Research Institute. With the end of the year approaching, he was immediately engulfed by a pile of miscellaneous tasks upon his return, arriving at nine in the morning and staying until midnight as if he were cramming for the next day's work. In the past, Chongming would stay and work with him. Although there was a slight age gap between the two, they were practically brothers.
To keep Xue Xiang company while he worked overtime, Chongming also came home very late. They were busy with various tasks: some were debt collection and reporting from a previous business trip to Europe, some were reviews and lesson preparation for the Particle Physics Society, and others were administrative matters for the department—none of which concerned Lan Jian. Lan Jian resumed hanging out with Guan Shaoxiao and the others, indulging in the carefree life she had before being single. After about three days without going home with Chongming, she went to the accelerator lab that evening to watch a projected movie. She went back home to get a snack and saw Chongming silently working with his glasses perched on his nose, and inexplicably felt a little guilty.
She didn't intend to stay and help, so she offered up the milk tea she had only taken two sips of, pushing it towards Chongming's side, saying, "I can't drink anymore, can you drink it for me?"
Chongming glanced at the full-ingredient milk tea she had ordered. He didn't like "porridge," but seeing her dark pupils darting around, he could see right through her. He nodded and accepted her kindness, "You can keep it."
"So, how late will you be busy today?" Lan Jian lowered her voice. "I can wait for you at Lao Guan's place so we can go home together."
Chongming pursed his lips. "It's hard to say. You should go back to your dorm and rest."
"Oh," Lan Jian replied reluctantly, and as she took some snacks from the cabinet, she added, "If you get hungry, there are plenty of things to eat in this cabinet."
Chongming responded to her, and before she left, he added, "Have Guan Shaoxiao take you back to your dorm tonight. Don't take the shortcut through the woods."
"Okay!"
Lan Jian skipped away with a bunch of snacks in her arms. Before leaving, she went into Xue Xiang's office and left him a few chocolate bars.
When Lan Jian returned to the lab to pack up after watching the movie, Chong Ming had already taken off his glasses, turned off his computer, and was sitting at his desk looking at his phone. The milk tea on the table hadn't sunk much; it was unclear whether he was disgusted that she had drunk from it or simply didn't like it. Xue Xiang's office door was closed; it seemed he had already left. Lan Jian asked him why he hadn't left with Xue Xiang.
"I told him I was worried you might not have your key and that if you locked the lab door, you wouldn't be able to get back later." Chongming casually picked up the milk tea on the table and took a sip. It was sweet and half-sweet. He hadn't worked out for half a month, and this sip made him feel guilty for making him gain weight.
Wasn't he surprised that you didn't leave with him but stayed behind to wait for me?
"What's so strange about that?" Chongming took a few more sips of milk tea, then suddenly realized that drinking this stuff was addictive. "You'd better pack up and go home."
I'm home.
These words, spoken by Chongming, were like honey to Lanjian's ears.
The two hadn't gone home together for several days, and Lan Jian started chattering away in the car, telling him about what had happened on the twelfth floor these past two days. He had been so busy in the lab these past few days that he could go half a day without saying a word, and Lan Jian had refrained from disturbing him. When the female students who were doing special projects came to ask him questions, Lan Jian stopped them and taught them instead.
Even Senior Sister Hui remarked from the side, "It's only been New Year's Day, and it feels like our Lanjian is really starting to act like a senior sister."
Lan Jian was the youngest in the lab, seemingly sheltered under the wings of Xue Xiang, Chongming Shizhi, and Ma Yuehe, so he didn't have to handle many things on his own. Perhaps it was the simple environment of Nanjing University's campus that made these teachers and mentors look at their students like children, watching them grow up day by day, gradually acquiring more professional knowledge and understanding the principles of interpersonal relationships.
A few days ago, Chongming was so tired after a long day that he needed to wear glasses while driving to make sure his vision wouldn't blur due to eye strain. Today, with Lanjian by his side, even his driving energy naturally improved.
He recalled Senior Sister Hui's remark and couldn't help but chuckle. How could she really have the demeanor of a senior sister? When she was in front of him, she automatically transformed back into the adorable junior sister, sucking on her milk tea like a little goldfish, so cute that one wanted to swallow her whole.
Swallowing it isn't just a thought.
Chongming pressed her against the entryway cabinet, sucking on her white, smooth breasts while kneading and pinching the other end with his other hand, as if he were handling a fresh, plump peach, wanting to squeeze out its sweet juice.
Lan Jian, who had been rambling on and on the way, what happened?
Unexpectedly, as soon as she unlocked the door, went in first to take off her shoes, and bent over to put on slippers, Chongming picked her up from behind.
Caught off guard, she was lifted onto the shoe cabinet, her back rubbing against the wall from Chongming's forceful sucking, making it slightly hot. One of her breasts was eagerly stuffed into his mouth, he sucked on it so hard it was as if he wanted to swallow her whole. The other breast was pinched until it grew increasingly red, her delicate skin covered in his finger marks.
Lan Jian grabbed Chongming's short hair with some discomfort, her fingers weaving through his thick but stiff hair. She tried to push his head away, but she couldn't overcome his strength, which was like a bull holding her back.
In the midst of their confused emotions, Lan Jian heard a click—the sound of Chong Ming unbuckled his belt. Their winter clothes were heavy and elaborate; they had already taken off their coats in the car. Lan Jian's shirt was now half-ripped off, and his fleece-lined leggings were being tugged at. He had assumed they could be torn like stockings, but after a while, he heard Lan Jian cry out in pain.
"Chongming, go to the room..." Lan Jian didn't really want to be at the door, it was uncomfortable everywhere, but he was suddenly aroused, his muscles were tense like a wild beast, with a menacing power that could explode at any moment, and even his breathing had an unusual roughness.
But Chongming seemed not to hear, burying his head on her high breasts, his hands tearing off two layers of fabric from beneath her cashmere skirt, his hands tracing her smooth thighs and moving towards her inner thighs.
"Chongming, what's wrong with you?" Lan Jian's voice trembled with fear. In the chaos, her skirt was lifted, and she saw the bulging veins on Chongming's bare arm, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, winding down to the back of his hand. The natural physical differences between men and women can be seen in such details.
Chongming stopped probing her clitoris with his fingertips, released his mouth, and spat out a wet, glistening breast.
There was even a faint ring of teeth marks left on it. It didn't hurt, but the feeling of being humiliated was extremely strong.
"I had a dream yesterday." Chongming was still a little out of breath. He had just swallowed half of her breast into his mouth and was only breathing through his nose. His breathing was too fast. "I dreamed that you were crying in my arms. I wanted to ask you why you were crying, but I couldn't open my mouth... It turned out that I had your breast in my mouth and I didn't want to let go."
For the first time ever, he said something risqué. He even frankly admitted that he had dreamed about her.
Lan Jian was easily swayed, and upon hearing this, she was no longer annoyed by his slightly rough and abrupt behavior. She reached out for him to hug her, coaxing him gently, "So, when you woke up and didn't see me in bed, did you miss me a little?"
Chongming didn't speak, his eyes bloodshot as he lifted Lanjian down from the entryway. The shoe cabinet was still a bit too high, making it difficult for him to insert himself directly. The nearest bed was in the game room, the place where they first made love.
But Chongming carried Lanjian to the bathroom in a big stride, leaving clothes scattered along the way. Lanjian was a little cold, so she hugged Chongming's firm back tightly to keep warm.
"Chongming".
Chongming was helping her remove her hair tie. "Do you want to wash your hair?"
"Should we do it in the bathroom?"
Chongming simply tossed her hair tie aside; it would get wet anyway, so there was no need to fix her hair. He turned on the shower, the bathroom light blazing white. Passing by the mirror, Chongming saw the two of them naked and embracing, looking like two twisted ropes tangled together.
"Yes." He looked at Lan Jian in the mirror, who seemed to realize something and turned around. She twisted her waist and turned back, her long hair wrapped around her arms and draped over her chest, her beauty beyond compare. "Do it in every corner of the house."
In the mirror, a woman, entirely white except for her bright red lips and the tips of her breasts, met his gaze.
Hot water steamed and mist dispersed. Before the mirror became blurred, Chongming pried open another part of her rosy cheeks that wasn't reflected in the mirror and squeezed in.
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