Chapter 70: Kissing skills are still so bad
Her kiss was fleeting.
Zhu Wendong stepped back, glanced at his face, and found that he was terrifyingly calm and indifferent.
She couldn't help but feel her heart tremble.
Qi Yanxue looked at her with dark eyes: "Zhu Wendong, are you playing tricks on me again?"
Zhu Wendong wanted to explain: "I——"
But he grabbed her wrist, and his large, warm palm wrapped around her.
Qi Yanxue said nothing as he walked to the front of the black car. He raised his cold chin and uttered two words: "Get in the car."
Then he walked straight to the driver's seat.
Zhu Wendong didn't understand what was going on, but was inexplicably panicked by his silent expression.
She had no choice but to get in the car.
After the car started moving, Qi Yanxue remained expressionless, his three-dimensional profile reflected in black and white, his auspicious phoenix eyes showing no emotion.
Zhu Wendong stared ahead, pursing his lips.
Still don't believe her?
Or did I kiss him just now and he doesn't like it anymore?
She seemed to have never seen Qi Yanxue's face so dark.
But wasn’t that the hotel where Qi Yanxue was staying just now? Where was he going so late?
Zhu Wendong turned his head to look at him and asked slowly, "Where are we going now?"
Qi Yanxue didn't even turn around, and said in a flat tone: "Go to Yuejin."
"Oh." Zhu Wendong responded softly.
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Yue Jin? !
Isn’t Yue Jin the house that his university bought near University A?
Zhu Wendong paused and asked, "You're not staying in a hotel?"
The wheels spun and drove into the villa area.
Qi Yanxue stopped the car, opened the door, got out, walked to the passenger side, and opened her door.
The movements are done in one go.
Zhu Wendong felt a little uneasy because of Qi Yanxue's attitude and because of Yuejin, a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
This is the place where their love was deep and filled with memories of their love.
Zhu Wendong got out of the car, followed Qi Yanxue into the yard, and watched him enter the password.
“Ding Di——”
The door is open.
Zhu Wendong had just taken a step forward when a dangerous and cold aura approached.
With a "bang", the door was closed.
The man's palm rested on the back of her head, and the next second, his lips were blocked and he kissed her domineeringly and forcefully.
“Hmm—”
Zhu Wendong wanted to speak, but everything he said was swallowed into his stomach.
With lips and teeth intertwined, Qi Yanxue sucked and swallowed her bit by bit, as if he wanted to mark everything about her and take it for himself.
His lips and tongue entangled with hers, he breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said, "It's no use playing tricks on me. If you kiss me, you have to take responsibility."
Then he blocked her again, not giving her any chance to breathe, and demanded more madly.
Although we hadn't had such close contact for many years, there was no awkwardness at all.
The scent of cedar mixed with the scent of white tea intertwines and lingers.
There was no light on in the house, it was pitch black, with only a little moonlight slanting in from the window. The falling snowflakes were like falling stars, sparkling brightly.
Zhu Wendong's breathing became rapid due to his sudden kiss, his head felt a little dizzy, and his limbs almost softened into water on the ground.
She put her hands on his shoulders, but it was of no use.
Seeing that she couldn't breathe, Qi Yanxue gradually slowed down his strength, left her lips, put his forehead against hers, and touched their noses, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
He laughed, his tone lazy: "After so many years of kissing, you still can't breathe?"
Zhu Wendong lowered his eyes and panted softly. Even so, he couldn't help but want to choke him. He muttered, "After all these years, your kissing skills are still so bad!"
What awaited him was not Qi Yanxue's ridicule, but a new round of decline.
Afraid that her legs would become weak again, Qi Yanxue supported her and let her sit on the entrance cabinet.
Now it became Zhu Wendong who lowered his head, while Qi Yanxue raised her head, his legs pressed between her legs, and the entanglement of their lips and teeth seemed to speak unspoken words.
He thrust deeply and slowly, as if enticing her, pried open her teeth, and their breaths intertwined until they became ragged.
Zhu Wendong felt numb all over after being kissed by him, all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and his brain went blank.
Finally, she was kissed so hard that she moved from the entrance cabinet to the sofa, and sat on Qi Yanxue's legs.
Finally, Qi Yanxue gave her a chance to breathe.
Feeling something strange about him, Zhu Wendong pushed him away, keeping a little distance between them, "You..."
"There's nothing at home, I'll just bear with it."
Qi Yanxue leaned back on the sofa with his head tilted back, the dim moonlight cast on half of his face, revealing a bit of forbearance and restraint.
"Then I'll stay away from you." Zhu Wendong turned over and tried to get off his legs.
Qi Yanxue pulled her back, his eyes filled with lingering lust: "You'd better not move."
"Oh." Zhu Wendong stopped moving obediently. Their eyes met, and suddenly they quieted down. She asked, "So you never stay in a hotel in Jinghai?"
This conclusion was drawn because Yue Jin's villa was clean, showed signs of life, and even the decoration was exactly the same as it was five years ago.
Qi Yanxue obviously didn't want to answer this question, so she changed the subject: "Tell me, what do you mean you only liked me?"
That year in California, he clearly saw her talking and laughing with that man downstairs of her apartment building. They looked very familiar with each other.
And he found that he looked 30% like the man.
Come to think of it, after breaking up with him, I went to California and was talking to a man who looked somewhat similar to him downstairs in the apartment building.
If this isn't treating him as a substitute and then dumping him to find the original wife, what else could it be?
Zhu Wendong said with an innocent expression: "I'm not lying. I don't even remember the boy you mentioned."
Qi Yanxue snorted, her tone casual: "You scumbag, you don't even remember."
"..." Zhu Wendong turned his head away and didn't look at him: "Oh, if you say so, then so."
Qi Yanxue's lips curled lazily. He turned her head, which was pretending to be angry, and said nonchalantly, "It's because you are too charming that others are bewitched by you. It's not your fault. All the mistakes are my fault."
Zhu Wendong snorted twice, and realizing that Qi Yanxue's anger hadn't died down yet, he said weakly, "I hope nothing bad will happen to you."
"I've been a vegetarian for five years, but I haven't seen you worry about me."
Qi Yanxue picked her up and walked to the master bedroom on the second floor.
Zhu Wendong lost his balance and could only hold him tightly, climbing on him like a sloth. When he saw the master bedroom, he misunderstood that he was going to be serious and became a little panicked.
"Qi Yanxue, there are no measures, don't do anything reckless!"
"Why didn't you think about the consequences before hiring me?"
The bed was sagging, and Qi Yanxue placed her on the bed, his hands supporting her on both sides, his eyes deep and filled with lingering lust.
Zhu Wendong's back stiffened, and he didn't dare to move or look at him.
Qi Yanxue laughed casually, kissed the corner of her slightly swollen lips, and then went to the bathroom.
When the figure pressing on her disappeared, Zhu Wendong realized that she had been tricked by him. She hit her head in frustration.
What's in your head? It's all garbage.
She sat up from the bed and looked around the master bedroom. On the bedside table was still the photo of the two of them in college, with two young and innocent faces.
The boy put his arm around the girl's shoulders, tilted his head slightly, raised his chin, and looked at the camera in a casual and lazy manner, while the girl's lips curled slightly, and her almond eyes curved into crescents.
On the bed was the medium-sized Samoyed doll that she had not taken away five years ago. It looked exactly like a winter melon.
Zhu Wendong went to the cloakroom and found all his clothes and accessories.
She couldn't help but feel her eyes getting hot. She stayed there for a while, changed into her pajamas, and walked back to the master bedroom.
The sound of water dripping in the bathroom echoed, and half an hour had passed.
Is it really okay to stay this long?
Zhu Wendong couldn't help but walk to the bathroom and asked softly, "Qi Yanxue, do you want help?"
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