When Xiao Chenyan arrived at Iris Courtyard, he saw that the candlelight in the house was extinguished. The warm light seemed to illuminate the long night, waiting for the person who was still returning home late at night.
'Home'.
Ten years ago, he lost his home.
Now, it seems like I have found my 'home' again.
As Xiao Chenyan's hand touched the door, the candle in the room went out.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, then quietly pushed the door open and walked in, brushing the curtain. The person lying on the bed behind the screen seemed to have pupaed.
He had washed up before going to the hospital and waited until the water on his body was completely dry before coming here.
He walked around the screen and went to the bedside. He saw her curled up at the innermost side with her back to him. He stopped and listened for a while, but did not hear her breathing.
"If people don't breathe, they will die." He said softly.
The person on the bed let out a long breath and snorted, "I'm not a human."
After the voice fell, Qing Wu felt the man get on the bed. Her back stiffened and she leaned in a little, shouting softly, "What are you doing here?"
"It's almost winter, and the ground is cold."
Qing Wu: Are you still afraid of the cold?
The words came to her lips, but she swallowed them back. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and muttered, "Then go get yourself a quilt, and don't fight with me."
"One bed is fine, two beds will be hot."
After Xiao Chenyan finished speaking, he felt a loud turning noise beside him, and was not surprised to meet those flaming eyes.
He lay on his side beside her, staring at her. Qing Wu turned around and almost collided head-on with him, and subconsciously held her breath.
She was no longer breathing, but his breath was long, steady and gentle. Perhaps because he had just showered, he had a faint scent of soap on him.
Princes and nobles all loved to burn incense and fumigate their clothes, but Xiao Chenyan was not so used to it. Most of the time, he carried the cold iron smell of weapons, and this soapy scent seemed to dilute the cold and hard aura that had accumulated on him over the years.
While he was distracted, his jaw was suddenly pinched.
"breathe."
Xiao Chenyan whispered, "Do I stink? You won't even breathe."
"Yes, it stinks." Qing Wu took a deep breath, wrinkled her nose, and pretended to be disgusted: "Stay away from me, you're getting so close to me that you're trying to pickle me."
Xiao Chenyan lowered his head and sniffed. He had clearly washed it.
He looked up and saw her evasive expression, and smiled in his heart. He simply lay down, closed his eyes and said, "One who has been in an abalone shop for a long time does not smell its stench. One who has been in an orchid house for a long time does not smell its fragrance."
"Just bear with it. Once it's pickled, it won't smell bad anymore."
Qing Wu was stunned, and was shocked by his shamelessness at that moment.
"Xiao Yantai, why are you making trouble?" She murmured, "Shouldn't you get so angry that you turn around and walk away?"
Qing Wu finished speaking, but there was no response.
After a moment, she felt the people around her trembling.
After a few breaths, she was sure that Xiao Chenyan was smiling.
A feeling of embarrassment surged through Qing Wu's body and mind. Before she could explode, the man next to her suddenly turned sideways, stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed her into his arms.
She was easily taken into his arms, tiny and completely wrapped in him.
She could clearly hear the strong and powerful heartbeat coming from his chest, and his low voice as he tried to hold back a laugh.
"Are you shy?"
The sudden three words were like hot oil being poured down on her. Qing Wu felt as if she was on fire. "I didn't."
Her voice sounded weak.
Xiao Chenyan didn't seem to care about her answer at all, and said to himself: "I want to hug you."
Qing Wu almost bit her lips, feeling helpless, embarrassed and flustered, and could only call out his name: "Xiao Chenyan..."
The voice was both annoyed and delicate.
It's like it scratches someone's heart.
She heard his breathing become heavier and his arms around her tightened.
In a trance, she seemed to hear him ask:
--May I?
What is ok?
Qing Wu thought in a daze.
The side of my neck felt slightly warm, as if something soft had gently pressed against it.
Then it was on the tip of her nose.
Her eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously raised her head, unexpectedly bumping into his lips.
This light touch seemed to splash sparks.
During the stalemate, only breathing was struggling.
She clenched and unclenched her hands, struggling for something, until the man's hand came over, passed through her fingers, and clasped her fingers tightly.
"I admire you, okay?"
She finally heard his whispers.
There are strands of silk entwined and intertwined in my heart, sweet and sour.
She heard his knocking again.
"You like me too, okay?"
Qing Wu slightly opened her red lips and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say. She seemed to hear something pounding in her chest.
The voice was so clear and real, as if she really had grown a heart.
The sound of her heartbeat was so loud that it made her speechless.
Her confusion and panic were all revealed on her face, as well as her eyes that could not hide her shyness and coquettishness. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm.
Even though the room was pitch black, Xiao Chenyan could see everything.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring her.
The person in his arms was so stiff that she seemed to have forgotten to breathe. He pried open her lips and teeth, and breathed in little by little, touching her softness inch by inch.
She did not resist, as if she was drunk, and let him do whatever he wanted.
His voice was broken between his lips and teeth.
"It's okay if you don't answer."
He spoke softly.
He heard her heartbeat, and he could feel her emotions coming through the silk thread.
"breathe."
His voice was smiling, as if he was coaxing a child.
Qing Wu seemed to have finally come to her senses and took a deep breath. Her red lips slightly opened and the moment she inhaled, she was completely swallowed up by him.
The two people's breathing sounds intertwined, with hissing and panting sounds intertwined.
Qing Wu's mind was also in a mess, and her rationality collapsed at some point. The pleasure brought by every inch of skin touching aroused her deepest greed.
Yes, yes.
She had no objection to being close to him.
No……
It should be said that deep in her heart she longed for intimacy with him.
Just a kiss made her mind go blank with joy.
He clasped her right hand tightly with his left hand, and pressed the back of her neck with his right hand, swallowing her breath. He clearly wanted to invade everything about her and taste everything of her, but he restrained himself and did not dare to completely release his inner desires.
He suddenly turned over and hugged Qing Wu to sit on him. When his posture changed, Qing Wu clearly felt something between her thighs. Her body stiffened, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she whimpered in shame and anger: "Xiao Chenyan...you...you bastard..."
The curse was swallowed by his kiss.
After a long time, the lingering kiss reluctantly stopped, and silver threads were drawn between their lips and teeth. He stared at her lips that were ravaged by him until they were colorful, and looked at the shy and charming watery light in her eyes.
He raised his hand unconsciously and wiped her red lips with his fingertips.
Rub and twist gently.
He made no effort to conceal his desire for her.
"Yeah, I'm an asshole."
His voice was hoarse and he said fiercely, "I want you so much that I am going crazy."
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