Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Anxiety
As dusk falls, the temperature on the mountain drops sharply.
Song Jianan didn't feel cold at all. His cheeks were red as he walked quickly into the room. The cold wind blew along the way, and the temperature on his face dropped.
He gradually stopped walking, not because he was waiting for anyone, but because he didn't know where the room was.
Song Yuqiao was a few steps slower than him and did not deliberately chase him. When he saw him stop, he stepped forward and took him back to the room.
The villa is very private, with both public hot springs and private hot springs in each room.
Although there were no other guests in the entire villa except them, the two did not go to the public hot spring.
The hot spring in the room is open-air, and the pool is very large, and can accommodate two or three more people.
Song Jianan was wrapped in a bathrobe. As soon as he walked out of the door, he felt the cold air. He quickened his pace and walked over. His feet touched the water first, which was warm. He quickly sank himself down and warmed up all over.
The wet bathrobe became an unnecessary item. It was too hot to wrap it around his body, but he felt safe this way. He untied the bathrobe. He would be facing Song Yu and Qiao naked soon, so it would be better to put it on.
There were fruit snacks next to the hot spring. Song Jianan had eaten a lot of blueberries today, so he reached out for the grapes and grabbed a few. While eating, he looked for the TV series he hadn't finished watching in the afternoon on his tablet.
Song Yuqiao answered the phone and was a few minutes late.
As soon as he entered the hot spring, the space suddenly became crowded.
Song Jianan quietly moved to the side, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the smooth, full, and firm abdominal muscles. He quickly looked away, trying to concentrate on watching the drama, but his mind kept flashing through the images and the horse's back...
"Jia Jia, isn't it hot wearing a bathrobe?"
Song Jianan was startled. When he turned around, he saw that the person he was thinking about had come to him at some point. His face immediately turned red, as if something had been discovered by someone.
He stammered, "No... not hot."
Song Yuqiao's gaze lingered on his flushed cheeks for a moment. He stretched out his hand, placed it on the loose bathrobe, untied it in a few seconds, peeled it off, and threw it aside.
Song Jianan didn't even have time to cover his face and glared at him in embarrassment and anger.
"It's just you and me here, what is Jiajia worried about?" Song Yuqiao's eyes moved down blatantly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Besides, there's nothing I haven't seen Jiajia."
Song Jianan turned around to watch the show and didn't want to pay attention to him.
He was right, he had seen it before, and there was no need for him to be shy, but he just wanted to watch the show now and didn't want to talk to Song Yuqiao.
No matter how strong the gaze behind him was, he refused to turn his head. After a while, he was immersed in the drama and smiled with pursed lips at the plot.
Song Yuqiao looked for a moment, retracted his gaze, checked an email, and his face turned cold. He sent a message to Lin Shu, threw down the phone, and his eyes fell back on Jia Jia's naked white back.
Song Jianan lay on the edge of the pool, his fair skin was tinged with light pink, and the lines of his butterfly bones were delicate and smooth. Following his butterfly bones, a shallow groove sank into the water.
Song Yuqiao remembered the kiss on horseback, and also remembered a certain day during his susceptible period. His eyes turned deep, the hot spring water was too hot, and the heat rose from his limbs, surging and converging into one place.
The suppression patch was firmly attached to the gland, but it still emitted a very faint wisp of ice pheromone uncontrollably, which mixed with the cold air outside and was quite harmonious.
Song Jianan was unaware and was watching with great interest when he was suddenly hugged from behind and a heavy head rested on his shoulder.
Then, one hand supported his waist, and the other hand rubbed his flat abdomen for a while, then slid down along his waistline.
Instantly, Song Jianan had to shift his attention from the tablet. His body tensed and his breathing stagnated. "Brother?"
Song Yuqiao kissed him on the shoulder: "Just watch yours."
The scorching breath hit Song Jianan's neck. How could he not be affected and concentrate on watching the show?
Especially Song Yuqiao's hands were placed lightly, seemingly rubbing and kneading casually, and fiddling with it at will.
His body temperature was higher than usual in the hot spring. His fingers were long but strong, with soft fingertips and few calluses.
It's neither light nor heavy, but rather has a subtle allure.
Song Jianan leaned softly on the strong chest behind him, his cheeks flushed by the hot spring steam, his eyes fell on the tablet, but he couldn't focus on the characters and scenes in the play. His eyes gradually became blurred, his lips slightly opened, and he breathed in small sips.
Song Yuqiao buried himself in his shoulders and neck, rubbing him gently, licking him, and biting him.
Song Jianan grabbed the arm that was much thicker than his, and was completely aroused by Song Yuqiao. He didn't realize that he was humming softly with pleasure.
The time was not too long, but he felt as if it had been a long time. He felt a comfortable and refreshed feeling as if all the fatigue in his body was swept away, and he fell softly into the arms behind him.
His face was turned to the side, with his head slightly tilted up. Song Yuqiao lowered his head, kissed his lips, and pried his teeth open effortlessly.
Song Jianan was dizzy and didn't know when he sat on his lap, with two white and tender arms around his neck. The Alpha was a whole circle bigger than him, and he hung on that strong and muscular body like a pendant.
All his experience came from Song Yuqiao. Most of the time, Song Yuqiao kissed him too fiercely, and he was completely forced to endure the plunder and could only obey tremblingly, without any experience at all.
But sometimes Song Yuqiao would kiss him in different ways, and the lingering moves made him unable to control himself and fall deeply into it.
He didn't even know when Song Yuqiao's hand changed position.
Song Yuqiao checked carefully, breathing a little heavily, "Jia Jia, she has recovered."
Song Jianan's eyes were covered with mist, and he bit his lips, feeling a little flustered. Why did he feel that way just now...
Did Song Yuqiao go too far last time during his susceptible period, damaging his body? Otherwise, how could he feel this urge? He actually wanted more, hoping Song Yuqiao wouldn't stop.
A little taste is not enough, a finger is not enough, I want more...
But soon, Song Yuqiao held his waist again and hugged him.
He had hurt Song Jianan a long time ago, but he acted as if nothing had happened and kissed her again.
He kissed Jiajia's eyes, nose, and lips, and also kissed his neck, shoulders, and collarbone, as if addicted. He sucked and licked them neither lightly nor heavily, and used the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of the scar on the back of his neck. Apart from that, there were no unnecessary movements.
Song Jianan was held in his arms and didn't need to do anything, but he felt that desire becoming stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but hug the head buried in his neck and pushed himself into Song Yuqiao's arms.
He could feel that Song Yuqiao was not as calm as he seemed, but rather felt so hot. It was as if it was not the hot spring that warmed his body, but his body temperature that heated up the entire hot spring, burning Song Jianan's skin.
He didn't understand why Song Yuqiao didn't get straight to the point as usual. Instead, the kisses he gave her became a different kind of torture, causing tears to well up in his eyes and almost bring him to tears.
He grabbed the black hair on his chest, then suddenly let go.
This happened several times and I couldn't stand it anymore.
Biting her lip, she supported herself on her knees.
As Song Yuqiao raised his eyes and looked at him gloomily, he slowly sank down.
At that moment, tears fell.
Song Jianan's face turned pale, but he felt as if he had finally been comforted and relaxed in his heart.
As soon as he met those light-colored eyes, he panicked and avoided their gaze, as if he had been playing with his phone in class and was called on by the teacher to answer a question, feeling guilty.
Fortunately, Song Yuqiao was not a teacher in the school, so he didn't need to answer anything.
Neither of them moved, and there was silence for a few brief seconds.
Song Yuqiao suddenly chuckled, and there was obvious joy in his laughter.
"I didn't expect Jiajia to be so anxious. It was my brother's negligence."
Soon, the surface of the water was disturbed and ripples spread out.
…
Jia Jia's back, exposed to the cold air, was light pink with some purple marks. It looked shocking, but had a unique kind of gorgeous beauty.
It is not advisable to soak in the hot spring for too long, and Jia Jia should not be exposed to cold wind for too long. Song Yuqiao stood up, and Song Jianan noticed it. He turned around and was picked up by him and walked into the room.
Wipe off the water stains on your body and lie down on the big bed.
After a while, they rolled into a ball again.
Song Jianan was more focused and devoted than ever before. Under deliberate guidance, he gradually learned how to enjoy himself. The blank blind spots in his knowledge made it difficult for him to curb his obsession, and Song Yuqiao was happy to indulge each other's indulgence, so that the perfect fit could last longer.
Song Jianan accidentally touched his body patch and asked casually, his voice soft, like his jade-white arms, without any strength: "Brother didn't tear off the suppression patch, isn't it uncomfortable?"
He remembered that Song Yuqiao didn't often use the suppression patch before.
Song Yuqiao kissed him and said, "No."
Song Jianan's attention was quickly diverted.
Beta's physical strength is not as good as Alpha's. Song Jianan gradually felt tired and his eyelids were too heavy to lift.
Song Yuqiao stopped tormenting him and pecked his lips intermittently.
Then, Song Jianan felt sleepy and closed his eyes completely.
In a daze, I heard Song Yuqiao say, "Jia Jia, don't be afraid, brother will never leave you again."
Before he could figure out what it meant, he fell asleep the next second.
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