"Wait a minute." Lu Ze got out of bed, went to the closet to get a vest, put it on, got back into bed, and opened his right arm. "Now you can."
"Okay." Yu Yao rolled into his arms, resting her head on his muscular arm, finding a comfortable position. After finding it, she subconsciously rubbed against his chest.
Lu Ze froze as she rubbed against him, and could only try to distract himself by reading the book in his hand.
"This book was written by a famous Soviet canning technology expert. It explains in detail the precautions, methods, and techniques for each stage of canned food research and development, production, and sales. Where would you like to start? I'll read it to you."
Yu Yao suddenly became curious about what he sounded like when he spoke Russian. "Lu Ze, could you read it aloud in Russian first? I want to hear it."
Lu Ze could never refuse his lover's request, so he turned to the first page of the book and began to read.
Those unfamiliar yet rhythmic syllables, like mysterious songs from a distant snow country, flowed from his lips.
His voice was deep and magnetic, possessing a unique and alluring power that struck Yu Yao's heart and stirred her soul.
Help! How can someone be so captivating just by their voice?
Yu Yao was immersed in his voice, discovering for the first time that a person's voice could be so sexy and charming.
A high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, sharp eyebrows, and thin lips that seemed to utter unfamiliar syllables—all these elements, under the dim yellow light, created an unparalleled atmosphere.
Watching her lips move up and down, Yu Yao couldn't help but reach out and stroke them with her fingers.
The moment her hand touched Lu Ze's lips, the sound stopped.
Lu Ze looked down at her, his eyes as black as ink.
Their gazes met in the air, like a spark flashing by.
Even the air was filled with pink bubbles.
It's unclear who started it first, or whether they started at the same time.
Yu Yao only knew that the next second, a hot, burning kiss landed on her lips.
Her arms were around his neck.
Lu Ze pulled the light cord with one hand to turn off the light, and with the other hand pressed against the back of her head, bringing the two closer together for a deeper kiss.
The bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness.
Only the sounds of lips and teeth intertwining and saliva exchanging, ambiguous yet sweet.
However, the temperature in the air continued to rise.
At some point, Lu Ze's vest fell to the foot of the bed.
Yu Yao's hand traced from his neck to his Adam's apple, pinched it, and felt the skin beneath her hand tighten.
It then descended from his Adam's apple to his chest, and all the way down to his abdominal muscles.
Lu Ze's breathing became heavier with each of her movements.
Slender fingers drew circles on his abdominal muscles.
Hot breaths blew into her ear, followed by Lu Ze's hoarse, suppressed voice: "Ayao, is it okay?"
Yu Yao bit her lip, nodded shyly, then, remembering that he couldn't see in the dark, she leaned close to his ear and whispered an "Mmm."
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