0051 Yichun Liquor (II) [H]
Did I kiss you?
The boy asked tentatively, and as he finished speaking, the endless rain in the hazy sky finally parted the window on the couch, scattering a few drops of rain mist into the room.
Zhan Yaoguang was the first to notice, and quickly stood up and fastened the window shut.
Shufu nestled in the shadow cast by his body, thinking that her interest had been dampened and that he should stop kissing her.
Unexpectedly, the boy used the movement of supporting himself to press down on her, and Shu Fu immediately closed her eyes in panic.
To her surprise, the kiss she expected didn't land on her lips; instead, she felt a cool, moist sensation on the tip of her nose.
Shu Fu opened her eyes curiously to look, and the boy stopped kissing her nose, lowered his head with a smile in his eyes, and pressed his lips to hers.
She still watched with her eyes open as he kissed her.
Zhan Yaoguang held her waist and back firmly with both hands, carefully teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, forcefully squeezed into her warm mouth.
The boy's breath was sweet, like tiny cheeses being stirred by a cup of cold water, the sweetness dissolving into something almost imperceptible. It was also like the tiny icicles under the eaves in the very early spring, just melting into the pale sunlight, making it hard to tell whether they were cool or warm.
Shu Fu's heart was pounding, and she felt as if she were immersed in a warm spring, which warmed up her hands and feet, which had been slightly chilled by the continuous cold rain.
She, too, was tempted, and extended her soft tongue, inch by inch, slowly licking and tracing the shape of his lips.
He was momentarily taken aback by her initiative, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he abruptly turned his face to the side, prematurely ending the tender and lingering kiss.
Shu Fu was still dazed and quite dissatisfied with his retreat. She frowned slightly, looked at him with misty eyes, and murmured, "What are you doing..."
Zhan Yaoguang didn't speak, but instead pulled her closer into his arms, so that the girl's soft waist pressed against his body without any gaps. The fabric of his clothes stretched his hard, burning penis, which sank slightly into the soft flesh, causing a tremor to rise in his throat.
Shu Fu paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, as if a ball of flowers had been pounded into a fine powder and then simmered in a small dish, the delicate, warm fragrance of the flowers wafting to his right ear, forming a small, damp mist.
The hairs on his arms stood out, and he subconsciously rubbed his earlobe with the back of his hand.
"You're here again," she whispered.
“Hmm,” Zhan Yaoguang responded slowly, then raised an eyebrow and gave a pleasant and smug smile, “But I will take off your undergarment today.”
They were talking about how the ties on her undershirt had been torn off last night.
She had two styles of close-fitting bodysuits, but Zhan Yaoguang only wore one of them for her.
Last night was the first time we did it, and she happened to be wearing a different outfit. The young man, impetuous and proud, clearly wanted to do his best in everything in front of her, but he stumbled badly on the very first thing—
He tore her clothes.
Even if she didn't say it, he was so ashamed and indignant that he felt like he was dying inside.
Shu Fu herself didn't care much about this, but she didn't expect him to care so much.
She seemed lost in thought when the boy pressed a wet kiss to her chin, saying urgently, "I'll show you how to untie it."
His fingers naturally wrapped around the silk sash around her waist, and with a strong tug, her upper garment loosened and became askew. He then slowly moved his hand up, parting the outer garment with his palm, and spreading it outwards along her rounded shoulders, causing the thin fabric to droop on the couch.
—All that's left is that hateful bra.
"Two, right?"
One was tied behind the neck, and the other was tied around the waist.
Zhan Yaoguang reached behind her neck, his fingertips lightly brushing across her neck flesh. The knot loosened in his palm, revealing a snowy mound of skin peeking out from the side of her loose bodice. She gasped and trembled twice, her pink nipples slightly curling up.
Shu Fu thought he was going to untie the belt around his waist, but he paused for a moment and suddenly folded down the upper part of his bra, instantly exposing his breasts and half of his waist, but the bra was still loosely hanging on his body.
"You... um..."
She was about to ask him why he had only untied one when he said "two," when his kiss landed on her heart.
The drizzle outside grew thicker and thicker, a misty haze, with occasional flakes of raindrops hitting the windowpanes and forming a thin, meandering stream.
The boy kissed her so passionately, his lips burning hot, dripping onto her skin inch by inch, his eyes flushed with a lustful red.
A bittersweet feeling welled up inside her, and she turned her head away from him, trying to focus her gaze on the dark rain outside the window.
She held her breath for a moment, and his lips moved down a little from her heart, gently pressing against her full, white breasts. The rosy nipples at the very top were deliberately ignored, causing an annoying itch in the slightly chilly air.
Shu Fu tensed her body, using her waist and abdomen to push, her small, round breasts brushing against his cheek in an extremely ordinary movement, like the most natural instinctive reaction.
But Zhan Yaoguang was standing so close to her, he must have realized that she was doing it on purpose, and he must have understood what she meant.
As expected, Zhan Yaoguang looked up at her, then lowered her head again.
Just when she thought he was going to suckle and kiss her nipple as before, the boy's warm breath brushed past her lips and teeth once again, and he took a bit of tender flesh under her nipple into his mouth.
His nose was straight and prominent, and with each kiss, it would sink into the pink areola, pressing and grinding against the central red heart.
Shufu made a soft "hmm" sound, and a piercing itch on her chest forced her to tilt her neck back slightly.
Zhan Yaoguang pressed down another half inch, her nose tip away from her nipple, and then her thick, dark eyelashes swept up, as if they were burning her with flames, driving her almost mad.
The boy's warm lips lingered between the two delicate breasts, the tender white flesh glistening from his kisses, leaving only two rosy nipples on the snowy breasts, like two tender lotus seeds.
Shu Fu was a little annoyed, but too embarrassed to reach out and touch her chest herself, so she gently kicked his shin with her foot: "Zhan Yaoguang, do you even know how to kiss?!"
What he was doing was less like flirting and more like playful teasing. He'd suckle here, sniff there, and kiss any piece of good flesh he found, only to quickly move on to the next spot…
What on earth is he doing?!
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