0052 052 Look at the light in the sky, dear (H)
Having been here for two or three days, Qi Shuyao has only now had a chance to properly observe the house. It's a two-story building with a large living room on the first floor and two bedrooms on the second floor. The rooms are small and not particularly exquisite.
But the interior decoration was in the style of a castle, which she preferred. A long, bright red carpet was laid on the deliberately aged floor, and a wide, huge staircase ran down the middle of the hall. The stair railings were covered with animal head statues, and a dim light hung from the ceiling of the second-floor platform, casting long shadows.
Qi Shuyao stepped out of the bathtub, dried her body and hair. Qi Yu dragged over a long red dress, knelt down and helped her put it on. He then brought over a pair of shoes that matched the dress, held her white-soled feet, and gently placed them in the shoes. The shoes made her calves look even longer and slimmer, like fine jade that had been carefully polished. They were cool to the touch, having just been soaked in water. Overwhelmed with emotion, he kissed her knee directly.
He led her to the second-floor platform, as if sending a queen to her coronation. They kissed at the top of the stairs. He put his arm around her waist, and she tilted her head back, her long hair falling down, casting a large shadow on the ground under the overhead light.
Her mouth was swollen and red. She leaned on his shoulder, panting, her body as soft as water. They walked down the stairs, arm in arm around each other's waists, and sat down at the table in the living room.
The restaurant staff had already brought in dinner, arranged like a banquet. Qi Shuyao turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, where her mountain was still so bright.
How long will this mountain stay lit?
"You can keep it on for as long as you want."
"Then let's turn it off tomorrow. Won't that waste a lot of electricity?"
Qi Yu smiled and poured her a glass of wine. She looked at the small glass and suddenly laughed too.
He even brought her favorite celadon-glazed cup.
"Dad, how much have you prepared? Did you move the whole house here?"
"This birthday should be special."
Was I born here?
"No, you were born in Jingyang."
"Wow, you didn't even tell me about something this important."
"What would happen if I told them?"
"Nothing will change. In any case, even those who look down on me won't dare to say anything in front of me."
She suddenly straightened up, stood up, lifted her skirt, and ran to sit down next to Qi Yu. She clinked glasses with him and downed a glass of wine in one gulp.
"That's all because my dad is powerful. He makes sure no one dares to bully me, and everyone is afraid of me!"
"Drink slowly, don't drink too much."
Qi Shuyao gave him a silly grin, and he smiled back. He knew that this girl often drank secretly by herself.
She wolfed down her meal. At home, she never cared about table manners and just did whatever made her comfortable. Sometimes, Qi Shuyao admired herself. She was usually so carefree, but she could actually put on a respectable act when she was out in public.
As she ate, she ended up eating Qi Yu. Her wide skirt was lifted up, revealing her calves, and her shoes were off. She grabbed the bow on her skirt with both hands and fiddled with it. She would open her mouth towards the bow whenever she wanted a dish, and the dish would fly into her mouth the next second.
"It feels so good, I wish these days could last forever."
"You'll get tired of this kind of life in a few days."
"No way! We can go to all sorts of places together, see mountains, see rivers, look at strange trees, and we won't get tired of it."
She gestured excitedly as she spoke, but then withdrew her hand after she finished speaking. She wondered when those scenes, which could only be hidden in her dreams, would ever come true.
"When can we be together and tell everyone that we're together?"
"You're drunk; your eyes are all red."
“When I was drunk, I ran out and told everyone that you were mine. I was drunk anyway. When they questioned me, I said, ‘My dad, if you’re not mine, are you?’”
She lowered her head, smiling foolishly, hiding a lot of unspeakable sorrow.
"Dad, you know what? Sometimes I think about it and I feel like all my grievances are self-inflicted. If I were to date someone else, I could just go around showing off. But I don't like anyone else. I only like you. But I don't dare to ask you if you really like me."
She didn't even dare to turn her head when she spoke, her thin neck held straight, her upper body stiff. People become like this when they are so deeply entangled in love that they can't extricate themselves. Call her pretentious or unreasonable, she is always anxious and uneasy. Does he love me? Does he still love me? Compared to the last second, does he still love me as much?
In the quiet night, with only the sound of candlelight burning, how can I express my love? Words can lie, and eyes can deceive. Spending money on you might just be a way to get rid of you, and taking you out might just be a way to save face. Qi Shuyao has seen too many ugly faces of men since she was a child, but no one has ever shown her love.
What kind of love is he talking about? I am his daughter, but can't I be his lover?
She was turned over on his lap, and before her eyes could adjust to the scene before her, she was kissed. The man forcefully held her lips, his large hands restraining her waist, stroking her taut upper body, then sliding down, slipping into her large skirt, spreading her legs, and pressing against her still-wet vulva through her panties.
Many people know that sex and love are unrelated, just physical instincts. But my words can no longer express my love. The only way I can overcome your distrust of me is to possess you fiercely.
Her vagina, which had just experienced an orgasm, was in a dormant state and did not respond noticeably to the caresses of his fingers. The girl trembled on his lap but did not produce any fluid. Her cheeks were flushed and steaming, and her eyes were filled with teardrops of grievance, clinging to her eyelashes and stirring his heartstrings.
The huge skirt couldn't stop his momentum as he rushed in. His hardened penis was inserted between her legs, the glans pressing against her tight belly. Two fingers were inserted into her vagina, thrusting rapidly against the vaginal walls. The collision and friction between their skin sparked and generated heat. Her vagina had been burning all day, finally stimulating the dormant cells. They rubbed their eyes and crawled out, only to be met with a huge wave of impact before they were fully awake, and could only release their juices.
Heavy breathing, violent heaving of her chest—her soul was like the ribs imprisoned beneath the waistband of her dress, unable to break free from the thin layer of flesh. She breathed heavily, and after a long, long time, she realized that what was hindering her freedom might be life itself.
What was the point of her keeping her life? To love him, to love what he brought her, but she couldn't find her own soul.
Qi Shuyao turned around and hugged Qi Yu's neck, propping herself up to press him down and kiss him. Her lips were chafed and blood filled her mouth. Her legs trembled so much that she could hardly support herself, but she insisted on being higher than him. One seat was not enough for them to move around, and they stumbled and fell onto the sofa behind them.
Qi Yu was dressed in white, which made his figure appear even taller. He was pinned down by a girl in a red dress with long black hair. She was her prey for the night. His blood and his flesh were her food and the source of her life.
Her white shirt was pulled open, revealing undulating muscles and pulsating veins. She bit down on it without hesitation, grinding it between her teeth, wanting his blood to flow and her breath to merge, trying to prove some pre-existing relationship.
Her skin and flesh could not withstand the grinding of her teeth, and blood flowed out, staining her teeth and gums red.
She held the thin, upturned nipple in her mouth and asked him, her words muffled.
"The doctor said that fathers and daughters with the same blood type are not allowed to donate blood to each other. What will happen if I drink your blood?"
"No," he answered confidently. "Nothing will happen, but since you drank my blood, you are mine."
He mimicked the tone of a mountain bandit, pressing her head down and becoming unreasonable and domineering, making Qi Shuyao giggle. She propped herself up from her chest and leaned in to kiss his lips, which were stained with blood.
The blood, almost congealed, clung to their lips, causing a sharp, painful tearing at their soft flesh. Qi Shuyao strained to lift her head, gasped for breath, and collapsed to the side, coughing uncontrollably from the saliva she had drawn back.
Qi Yu got up and went to the kitchen to get her some water. She had only taken two steps when she got up and stumbled over to him, dragging her long skirt and hugging his waist from behind, coughing incessantly. Qi Yu pulled her out from behind and carried her up to the island counter with his hands under his armpits.
She coughed up blood, lying back with her head spinning. Her body was driven by instinct; she lifted her leg, pulled up her skirt, and pulled out the penis that had been temporarily inserted into his pants, stroking it back and forth.
Completely unable to hold back, the fire within him was ignited and could not be suppressed, so he could only vent it. Qi Yu grabbed one of her wriggling ankles, squeezed it tightly, and then slid it upwards. Her delicate thigh was held in his palm and pulled outwards, tearing a small black opening in her slit, from which some liquid kept flowing out.
Her other ankle was also grabbed, this time lifted up and pressed to the side, her vulva wide open, facing the glans. She was completely under control and could only watch helplessly as the penis was pushed in.
The skin between the muscles was still a little dry, and it hurt a lot when they rubbed against each other. The xuerou instinctively writhed and immediately secreted mucus to protect itself. With the lubricant, the penis slid all the way to the innermost part, and in the most comfortable position, it quickly went in and out.
There were not only the sounds of flesh colliding, the flapping of fabric when trousers and skirts lashed together, and the whistling of the wind as it passed by them, but also the occasional chirping of a bird in the quiet courtyard. She blended into nature, doing something that was in harmony with heaven and earth.
With her eyes closed, water droplets dripped from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and into her mouth; they tasted slightly salty, and she was still crying.
She opened her eyes, and the man's handsome face was right above her head. His bangs had grown quite long, and as he lowered his head, they fell down, damp with sweat, with water droplets embedded at the ends. His skin was so white it was almost glowing, and his cheeks were flushed, adorning his beautiful eyes. At this moment, in his clear pupils, there was only her image, two of them.
His shirt was also unbuttoned, revealing his equally dazzling white chest. Blood was flowing from the bite wound, which had now congealed on his skin. Compared to her body, his chest seemed to be carved from white jade, with clearly defined and perfect abdominal muscles, subcutaneous blood vessels, bulging veins, and even the direction of the muscles.
Qi Shuyao's phone screen, lying not far away, lit up silently. Around 10 p.m., she forgot where she had heard that she was born at this time, so she told all her friends to wait until later to send her their blessings. In previous years, she would reply to each message one by one on her phone, but today she had no mind to care about them.
The penis pushed open every fold in her vagina, inflating her and making her lower abdomen swell and feel full. He finally released her legs, pulled her back by the waist, and thrust into her deepest part. Her cervix was crumpled into a wrinkled ball, reluctantly opening itself to accept the glans entering her uterus, reaching another level of fusion.
Only after she lost all feeling below her waist did the scalding hot penis slowly withdraw. Qi Shuyao raised her only movable hand, reached under her body, and pulled out the penis. It felt like she was holding a scalding hot sweet potato; her palm was burning red. She pressed the glans with her thumb and turned her head to observe Qi Yu's expression.
There was no pain, no impatience, and no anger; he had already cut himself open and put her inside.
Her thumb remained still, but her palm lightly slid along the shaft. The shaft was swollen as if it were about to burst. Finally, she had had enough and released her fingers. The shaft sprang open instantly, and she ejaculated violently.
Half of her body was covered in semen. She raised her other hand to hug the man who was lying on top of her, and turned her head to look out the window on the other side of the house.
It was so dark, yet she seemed to see light in the sky.
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