The small flame at the bottom of the pot was constantly flickering, but the sound of pecking came from the side, one after another, sometimes loud, sometimes dull.
A slender hand reached into the pink velvet coat and unbuttoned the tight buttons on the front of the coat.
The flame at the bottom of the pot flickered back and forth. It was not known whether it was the wind brought by the movement, or the heavy breathing of the two people who could not control their emotions. Wen Xin's hand could hardly hold the spoon. She did not know that Yan Mo was so anxious. He came back and stuck to her tightly without eating. He hugged her, lowered his head to find her pink lips, and sipped hard.
The force seemed to suck her heart out of her mouth. Wen Xin's heart was pounding like a deer.
She is actually a little slutty girl. Anyone who has been single for 21 years and has never satisfied any of their physical needs would be very frustrated. So, deep down in her heart, she also wants to be intimate and sweet with the person she likes.
But after experiencing it once, she became a little timid. What could she do? Men and women are born with different structures. She was born in the defensive camp and it cannot be changed by acquired means.
Since there is defense, there must be offense. The key is that the attacker is too fierce and she can't defend herself. He attacks her again and again, each time harder and harder, and she is simply unable to resist.
Who would be willing to be attacked by such concentrated and fierce firepower?
Well, she was a little willing. After all, she felt comfortable and happy afterwards. However, the other party kept attacking her. Not only was he not satisfied with breaking through one door, he also wanted to break through the closed door that was at the deepest part of her bottom line.
No matter how she moved back, he wouldn't let her go. The opponent also has the capital to break through deeply. He is fully capable of touching the inner door. Even if it is hidden very deep and nestled deep in the body, when he attacks, Shen Wenxin still feels a little scared and a little painful.
Just now, Yama said that he wanted to take a look, and Wen Xin instinctively wanted to say, "No..." But as soon as the word "no" came out of her mouth, Yama's unreasonable lips and tongue went straight in, moving around in Wen Xin's mouth extremely eagerly, with a hint of tyranny in his unstable breath, leaving traces everywhere, as if declaring his sovereignty with actions, that what was his, no one was allowed to invade, it was his territory, and only he could enter.
Wen Xin was so intoxicated by his overly strong and cold breath that her hands and feet became a little weak. Finally, she was unable to resist and could only give up and stick out her tender little pink tongue, letting him hold it in his mouth and continuously suck the sweet juice from her fresh mouth.
As his actions became more and more impatient and presumptuous, Wen Xin's cheeks flushed slightly. She could no longer hold the spatula in her hand. When she was about to drop it, Yan Motou bent down to kiss her and bite her pink lips. He quickly took the spatula from her hand and put it into the pot.
Then, he ended the kiss and withdrew from her tender mouth. Both of them were breathless. He glanced at her, turned around with one hand to turn off the fire, and then looked at Wen Nuan who was almost unable to stand in his arms. She was leaning against him, her tender lips slightly open, her white teeth, and her pink tongue was wet with water, as if her mouth and tongue had not yet recovered from his kiss just now, and remained in the same state as when he left.
She looked at him with her big misty eyes.
No man can stand the look of a woman who has just experienced love, with her naivety and total dependence.
Especially Yama, who was so affected that he could no longer maintain his expression.
The depression and worries he had felt during this period were all caused by her, but she was only away for a few days and he missed her so much that he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
His throat tightened slightly, he bent down and lifted her weak legs, then hugged her up and held her tightly, then left the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom.
Wen Xin twisted her body unbearably, her little mouth constantly breathing hot air, her arms naturally wrapped around his neck, that was her exclusive place, she shyly buried her head in his neck, the mosquito-like sound accompanied the frequency of his steps, struggling to say: "I won't go to the bedroom, let's eat first, the hot pot is ready..."
Although Yan Motou was protective, he was also overbearing. He put her on the snow-white sheets without saying a word, and undressed her while she lay on the bed with her legs tilted to one side. Her chest, as soft as water, rose and fell slightly due to her breathing and tension, making her feel warm. Their eyes met, and his gaze was full of possession and the strong taste of love and desire that had been suppressed for a long time and could no longer be endured.
Then, he leaned down slightly, supported the sides of her pillow with his hands, and looked at her for three seconds before whispering in her ear with a hoarse voice: "We'll eat later." After that, he kissed her soft earlobe and said vaguely: "I'll eat you first..."
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Does Yama like warmth? Although he didn't say it, as a woman who was very sensitive both emotionally and physically, Wen Xin could easily feel how much he loved her, and all her emotions directly affected his emotions.
There is a huge difference between love with emotions and love without emotions.
Whether psychologically or sensorily, once you've tasted it once, you'll lose interest in pure action movies without love. After having tasted the finest delicacies, eating coarse food will be instantly different and taste like chewing wax.
Only vulgar people will only talk about price and not love.
Although Yan Motou was overbearing, he treated Wen Xin like a treasure. Although he never said anything verbally, his actions made Wen Xin feel as if she was held in his palm and protected by him. She could not stand the slightest hurt and would trust him wholeheartedly.
During the process, he stared at her closely. He could tell if she was feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable, and he kept adjusting for her. He liked to rub her, as if he could never love her enough, holding her in his hands and in his mouth.
But sometimes, when Xihan's force was too strong and Wenxin pushed him with a whimper, he would let go immediately, but would hold her in his hands again after a while and would not let go.
So, he put her needs at the center, indulged her, cared about her, even when she was lost, and looked at him in a daze with tears in her eyes and aggrieved, his eyes never left her for a moment, as if he wanted to imprint her discomfort, her happiness, and all her dazed expressions in his heart.
Somehow, it pleased Wen Xin very much. She liked the look in his eyes when he looked at her seriously while doing this.
It was as if at that moment, she was his little princess. Of course, she would have been happier if he hadn't been watching her while attacking her deeply.
Yes, the attackers were brutal.
She was just a weak woman, but she would not let it go easily. She always wanted to explore the secluded places and search for honey again and again, going straight to the deepest part of the secluded places, not afraid of getting lost.
Wen Xin was always worried about screaming because she was exploring a place that no one had ever explored before. The feeling was so unfamiliar, as if the door to her core was touched. The deepest feeling of sourness, numbness and pain would surge into her heart. She was so afraid that she just wanted to tighten herself and reject his attack.
But she was held tightly by him.
She looked at him helplessly like a little deer.
But this time, he did not obey her, take care of her fear, or relax his strength. Instead, like a general who wanted to break through the iron hoof and open up the mysterious and unknown territories that no one had ever explored, he kept conquering cities and territories, and attacked fiercely until he entered the deepest gate of the enemy camp, defeated the enemy army, and turned the enemy into a river, and completely took over.
After losing it twice, Wen Nuan, who was in a state of ups and downs, vaguely remembered the various things written in the booklet. She took it and used it for some reason. It didn't seem difficult for her to use it. It was just a matter of loosening and tightening the layers. She imagined it as a rhythmic note, playing a silent piece of music.
But she didn't expect that his elbows had been resting on both sides of the pillow where her head was resting, and he was looking down at her Yama head. Halfway through her performance, he couldn't bear it and coughed.
All the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, veins popped out on his arms, waist and legs, he arched his body and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent any sound, but his heavy breathing could no longer be concealed. Then his eyes turned red, and he suddenly accelerated by lifting his hips, and then it was like a storm with the speed reaching the limit.
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The soup in the kitchen pot was still warm and bubbling slightly, but from the bedroom diagonally opposite came the screams of the enemy deep in the camp who were attacked and surrendered, as well as the faint sound of sobbing that sounded like soreness and swelling.
The sound in the bedroom did not stop until the soup pot was completely cold.
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It was not until about midnight that Yama kissed the dazed woman several times, stood up and put on a shirt, turned back to get a blanket, wrapped Wen Nuan, who was half asleep, in the blanket and picked her up from the muddy bed. Even in her half-asleep state, she still complained to him that she was hungry.
In another room, there was a small square table, which was carried by Yama and placed on the soft carpet next to the coffee table. A small gourd-shaped red copper hot pot was placed in the middle of the table, with red-hot charcoal burning in the mouth underneath.
The copper pot is filled with delicious and fragrant soup. The warm and cozy hot pot base is made from chicken and pork rib broth, with many seasonings, even some bay leaf juice extracted from the system for seasoning, and other ingredients to enhance the flavor.
At this moment, the boiling pot is emitting a rich aroma, which makes people salivate.
You definitely need to prepare ingredients for hot pot. Wen Xin has already prepared them all, so you just need to pour them in. The ingredients include spare ribs, mushrooms, red peppers, lamb, ham, shrimps, scallops, squid slices, etc. The rest are tofu and several kinds of vegetables and green beans.
Yan Mo Tou was wearing casual pants and a shirt. His collar was a little messy because Wen Xin had grabbed it, and he didn't button it up. He sat next to the table on the carpet, while Wen Xin was wrapped in a blanket and sat on his lap.
When the afterglow wore off, she had no strength left in her body. She could only lean her head on his shoulder and neck, waiting contentedly for him to feed her with chopsticks.
Yan Mo's face looked somewhat relaxed. He leaned his back against the edge of the sofa leg, letting the person in his arms lean on his chest. His hands were tightly around her waist, full of possessiveness.
In the dead of night, they hugged each other tightly, with only the sound of the soup boiling in the hot pot. At that moment, the atmosphere was very warm. Although they didn't say a word, their heartbeats were extremely close.
"Have a drink." Yan Zeyang reached out from under the table and took out a bottle of red wine, which he had brought when he moved the table just now.
Wen Xin ate the meat with her little mouth while reaching out from the blanket to take the wine glass to drink. There was a bottle of wine on the table, and she drank most of it in a short while. She couldn't drink much, Yan Zeyang knew it. She got drunk after drinking just a small glass last time, and after drinking a bottle, she was completely drunk.
His eyes were blurry, his face was flushed, and he looked mentally confused.
But this didn't stop her from feeling happy.
Just now she used what was written in the booklet, discovered the benefits, and experienced a refreshing, exhilarating pleasure. At this moment, Wen Xin was very satisfied with the abilities of the man she found, and gave him a five-point rating.
In fact, she didn't really believe what Gu Qingtong said.
What goes in the left ear is forgotten in the right ear.
It is true that her family and her physique are a bit strange, but let's be clear, this is just a book. In the world of a book, nothing strange is strange, and she would not really believe it. She just tried it on a whim.
After using just a little bit, Yan Damo went crazy. It was really exciting. It seemed like she had mastered some means of controlling him. Wen Xin couldn't help laughing while hiding under the blanket. It seemed that the things in the booklet were quite useful. For Wen Xin who liked to dominate the other person in relationships, she was very satisfied with the effect of this thing. Well, she would definitely try it more often in the future.
Wen Xin drank the last of the red wine in one gulp. Yan Motou didn't take many bites but kept feeding her. He glanced at Wen Xin's drunken face. The red wine stained her lips, making them look even more red and tempting.
When he thought of her taste, his body became hot, but his heart was even more burning. He suppressed his desire and reached out to take the red wine bottle to pour her the last glass.
I watched her drink it, then shook her head like she was drunk, mumbling, "The red wine at home is almost finished, I need to drink it sparingly, can you get me some wine from these years? I want to drink it, I'll buy it, I have money..."
"Warmth." He said seriously.
"What did you call me for? I didn't hear you. I was drunk. I didn't know anything. You have to stay and take care of me. You are not allowed to go back. I won't let you leave." Wen Xin grabbed his clothes and made a fuss unreasonably. She spoke capriciously, her eyes half open and half closed, and she was about to fall asleep.
"I'm asking you a question. Answer it carefully." The face of the person holding her was hidden in the dark shadows. He asked, "How old are you?"
"Age? What's the problem? The whole world knows that I'm... twenty-one years old. Shh! It's a secret, hehe." Wen Xin snuggled in his warm arms, humming comfortably.
"Where were you born?"
"I was born in... Haha, are you stupid? We, weren't we born in... the same global village?" Wen Xin burped, as if she had thought of something. She opened her eyes, grabbed Yan Mo's hand with her little hand and shook it, and sang in unison: "You and I, heart to heart, live in the same global village..."
The Yama head holding her frowned, "Who are your parents? What are their identities?"
The heartwarming song came to an abrupt end, tears soon filled her eyes, "He, they are dead, I have no parents, I am an orphan, no one loves me, woo woo..."
She pulled his shirt and cried sadly, like a lonely little animal.
Yan Motou placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into his arms.
After enduring for a long time, he asked in the dark light beside the shelf with difficulty: "What is your mission?"
"My mission!" Wen Xin sobbed and raised her head from his chest when she heard the mission. Yan Zeyang leaned on the sofa and looked at her quietly. The blanket on her body fell to her chest because of her movement. In the pink blanket, she was as white and beautiful as a flower. She was looking at him with tears in her eyes without blinking.
"My mission, of course, is to find someone I love, who loves me too." Wen Xin stared at him, and suddenly smiled like a blooming flower. She threw herself into his arms: "I found it, it's you. I like you, I want to love you, I want to possess you, I want you to love only me forever and ever..."
When Yan Zeyang heard what she said, he wrapped his strong arms around his fat shoulders, and his heart beat violently in his chest as she spoke.
Then he heard Wen Xin mutter again.
"Well, if we have to break up in the future, I can only abandon you, not you. I will abandon you and find another man who is more handsome, stronger, and has better skills than you..."
Yama's face immediately turned dark and gloomy. He looked at the little head in his arms as it pushed against his chest. He was holding back the anger in his heart and the heat rising from his body. He forced her to move away and asked her directly, "Tell me! Are you a spy or not?"
"Spy? Hahaha..." Wen Xin's blanket slipped off. Although she was naked, in the dark, her whole body seemed to be glowing with a holy light, as white as the bright moon. She looked at Yan Damo, whose eyes were filled with desire and fire, but whose expression was very cold. She swayed from side to side, making her eyes dizzy, then she smiled and lowered her head mysteriously and said to him, "Shh, I'm going to tell you an ultimate secret. No one knows it. I'm only telling you..."
After saying that, she struggled to her knees, threw herself forward, and fell on him.
Yama was quick to catch her, actually grabbing her slender waist. But the beautiful sight in front of him was enough to make one's nose bleed.
It almost touched his lips.
Wen Xin knelt on the carpet, her hands firmly supported on the edge of the sofa, as if she was doing kneeling push-ups. She looked down at him and giggled, while Yan Motou sat on the carpet, holding her tightly with both hands to prevent her from falling. As she panted, the beautiful cherry blossom on the branch, which was blown by the wind and blooming in the air, trembled slightly in front of him.
Yama's fiery eyes stared at her, staring at that spot, making her whole body burn with fire, her abdomen tightened, and the belt around her waist swelled...
The veins on his forehead were about to burst out. He endured the words and stared at her intently, "What's your secret? Tell me!"
"Ha ha, the secret is..." Wen Xin was intoxicated, looking at his expression with pride and smile, his forbearance, his struggle, his discomfort. She felt happy, pleased, and comfortable for some reason. She leaned forward and put the soft thing to his mouth, "Kiss it, I'll tell you if you kiss it, ah..."
She was bitten.
With tears in her eyes, she said, "Why are you biting me? It's not like I didn't tell you."
"explain!"
"I... hey, I'm from the future 2018..."
Yama endured it and pursed his lips. After listening for a few seconds, he completely let go of her and grabbed the ones in front of him fiercely.
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The charcoal fire in the hot pot was still simmering, and the soup was still boiling. But on the carpet next to the table, the man leaning on the sofa, hugged the woman tightly in his arms and kissed her non-stop. It was gentle and graceful above, and violent below. At that moment, all the frustrations, spying, and painful struggles on both ends of the scale were forgotten.
All that's left is to do it hard and fiercely.
Violent, pounding, stabbing, torturing.
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A night passed, and around six in the morning, Yan Mo's car drove into the military area. Then he walked into the camp as usual, wearing a neat military uniform and with his black hair slightly wet after taking a shower.
After greeting several soldiers on duty in the camp, he entered the only two-story building in the military area.
Back in the office, he sat back in his chair. The conditions here certainly couldn't be compared with Kyoto, as everything was still under construction.
Listen to the sound of jogging during morning training outside.
With a serious expression, he reached out and opened the drawer under the desk, and took out a hardcover book and a small square card from a book inside.
He held the book in his hand and looked at it silently for a long time. After opening it, he looked at the photo and name on it, stroking the photo and staring at it in a daze for an unknown amount of time. Then he lit the lighter that had been pressed in his hand over and over again, put the card into the book, and lit a corner of the book.
He watched it slowly melt, burn completely, and finally burn out until only a corner of the ember remained, which he casually threw into the ashtray. He stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and released the pungent smell in the room.
He looked at the gray sky outside the window with a gloomy face. It would rain tonight. After a long while, he solemnly lit a cigarette, took a puff and sighed through his nose before pressing the cigarette firmly on the windowsill.
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