Chapter 68 I Want You
The sunlight flowed into the living room along the lines of the screen window like silk sprinkled with gold foil, and coated Su Nian's curled up figure with a furry edge.
He was curled up in a small ball wrapped in a gray blanket, his knees almost touching his chin, his hair hanging messily, covering half of his pale face.
A faint aroma of rice came from the kitchen. The meat porridge in the casserole had already been cooked thick, with a layer of translucent rice oil condensed on the surface, and still emitting faint heat.
Zhazha and Shuangsong, who were curled up on the carpet, saw Ling Shen coming downstairs. They stood up and looked at their master with concern.
"Woo-woo—" Suisui tilted his chubby head back, his fluffy tail swung in a cheerful arc, his wet nose rubbing against Ling Shen's trouser leg, a coquettish whimper escaping his throat. In contrast, Zhazha walked over with a dignified cat-like gait, his black tail brushing Ling Shen's arm.
After comforting the two pets, Ling Shen looked at his lover on the sofa. His slippers made no sound on the carpet. He knelt on one knee on the carpet and gently brushed away the loose hair on Su Nian's forehead with his fingertips.
The eyelashes of the sleeping person trembled slightly, but the knot between his brows never loosened, and the dark circles under his eyes told of the fatigue from not sleeping all night.
When Ling Shen leaned over, Su Nian murmured a little but did not open her eyes.
"I'm sorry for making you worry." Ling Shen's voice was softer than the morning mist. His kiss fell on Su Nian's warm forehead, bringing a coolness like mint candy.
Suddenly, a bird chirped past the window, startling a few fallen leaves and leaving tiny scratches on the glass.
When Su Nian woke up, the sun had already moved to the west. The scent of cedar coming from his nose made him realize that he was resting his head on Ling Shen's legs.
Ling Shen was wearing a light grey home suit with two buttons undone on his collar, revealing his delicate collarbone.
The cold aura that he usually had when strategizing in the conference room had completely faded away. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and focused on scrolling through the screen of his mobile phone, and the ends of his hair were coated with a layer of furry gold in the sunlight.
Ling Shen noticed it the moment Su Nian opened her eyes, but seeing the person on his lap as lazy as a cat, Ling Shen didn't want to disturb him. He really enjoyed the way Su Nian relied on him.
“Gurgle——”
Su Nian froze, holding her breath. The tips of her ears quickly turned crimson. Ling Shen's low laugh, mixed with his warm breath, brushed against her forehead. His slender fingers hooked into Su Nian's hair, gently twirling around his knuckles. "Is your alarm going off, little greedy cat? There's still porridge in the pot you made. Eat it up and then take a nap, okay?"
Su Nian, who had her eyes closed, slowly opened them upon hearing this. She looked at Ling Shen with eyes full of smiles and heartache, and her voice was hoarse and soft, like someone who had just woken up. "Okay."
White mist still curled from the rim of the celadon bowl. Su Nian held the bowl, scooping up the thick meat porridge with the tip of her spoon. The rice grains, soaked up the broth, trembled slightly in the spoon, revealing amber-colored scallop pieces and tender pink shreds of lean meat.
As the first bite slid down his throat, the warmth spread along his esophagus all the way to his stomach, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
As the warm porridge entered her stomach, her stomach, which had been curled up for a long time, was finally soothed. Su Nian leaned on the cushion, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the wall of the bowl, watching Ling Shen neatly clean up the scattered bowls and plates.
The man's profile, with his eyes lowered in concentration, was gilded by the desk lamp. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing the cool white skin on his wrists. Every move he made exuded a reassuring and appropriateness.
The evening breeze of late summer and early autumn slipped into the room through the half-open floor-to-ceiling window, lifting the thin gauze curtains. Moonlight shone through the gaps onto the cashmere blanket on the bay window, giving the two people hugging each other a hazy silver edge.
Su Nian nestled in Ling Shen's arms, her fingertips unconsciously circling the collar of his navy blue silk pajamas. The firm chest muscles under the fabric rose and fell slightly with her breathing, like a dormant beast about to wake up.
Ling Shen's slender fingers gripped the edge of the tablet. The densely packed financial statements on the screen kept refreshing, but his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty every few seconds. When Su Nian suddenly scratched the protruding mole on his chest with her fingernails, his knuckles holding the tablet suddenly turned white.
A tingling current raced up his spine from his fingertips, and Ling Shen felt the dormant flame spreading wildly through his veins. Su Nian's fingertips were like vines carrying electricity, drawing faint spirals on his abdominal muscles, each stroke precisely stimulating his nerves.
Just as the restless hand was about to slip under the hem of his pajamas, he finally lost control and threw the tablet onto the plush carpet with a dull sound.
"What do you want to do? Huh?" The hoarse voice concealed depression.
Su Nian raised her head and looked at the faint fire burning deep in Ling Shen's eyes. She chuckled, turned over and sat on top of Ling Shen, lowered her head and whispered in Ling Shen's ear, "I want you." Her warm breath hit Ling Shen's ear, and this simple sentence ignited Ling Shen completely.
The sweet and sour taste of plum blossoms lingered between his soft lips and tongue. They were the snacks Su Nian had secretly hidden under her pillow. Ling Shen held Su Nian tightly in his arms, like a long-thirsty traveler finally finding a source of water. His affectionate kiss made a soft, splashing sound, and even the moon couldn't help but hide in the clouds, shyly pulling a thin layer of cloud to cover half of its face.
When Ling Shen stepped back, Su Nian's moist eyelashes trembled slightly, her misty eyes were still covered with a layer of water, her rosy face seemed to be dyed by the sunset, and her rapidly sliding Adam's apple revealed her inner panic.
A suppressed moan escaped from Ling Shen's throat, and he could no longer suppress the desire in his heart. His slender fingers brushed over Su Nian's hot earlobe, and he pushed her down again on the soft bed covered with a cashmere blanket. The silk sheets rustled beneath him.
Su Nian sank deeply into the fluffy down pillow, relaxing her body to the maximum extent like a tamed deer.
Ling Shen's warm palms were covered with delicate calluses, causing subtle tremors wherever they touched. Blue and purple marks spread across the fair skin, like a rose soaked in night dew, quietly blooming in the moonlight.
The scent of cedar wafting from the bedside aromatherapy burner intertwined with the rapid breathing, weaving an airtight net in the air.
As beads of sweat dripped down Ling Shen's angular jaw to his collarbone, Su Nian suddenly lost control and hugged his sweaty back, digging her nails deep into the tight muscles.
A nearly whispering voice wrapped in heat sounded in Ling Shen's ears, and the ending tone with a crying tone trembled slightly: "Don't go, don't go..." Before the words fell, they were completely swallowed up by Ling Shen's kiss.
Ling Shen looked at Su Nian's reddened eyes, gently wiping away the tears that were about to fall with his fingertips. He knew that his illness had really frightened Su Nian. As someone who had experienced countless losses, Ling Shen couldn't imagine how deep Su Nian's fear would be when she saw him with a fever.
He indulged Su Nian and let her bite his shoulder. The smell of blood spread in the air, but he gently buried his head in Su Nian's neck, which was scented with citrus shower gel. His voice was low and firm: "I will be with you, always."
A tear slowly fell from the corner of Su Nian's eye, leaving a dark mark on the pillowcase. The cicadas outside the window had ceased chirping at some point, leaving only the ticking of the clock and the clashing of my heartbeats. The night was thick as indissoluble ink, yet it enveloped the room in a lingering warmth that flowed past the window lattice and into the distant horizon.
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