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At the same frequency as the water droplets dripping from his hair, one drop, two drops, again and again, she couldn't tell whether the water droplets on her earlobe were his or the water that had accumulated on his lips.
Although he had just taken a shower, the scent of cold roses mixed with the smell of alcohol on his body was not unpleasant. Getting closer to him was like being drunk on a glass of flower wine, which dominated Jin Xilu, making her throat stiff and unable to utter a sound.
I was afraid of waking him, and I was also afraid of waking myself.
She couldn't deceive her own true feelings; if she liked someone, she liked them. Her thoughts were unclear, yet she dared not reveal even a fraction of them to Jiang Yilin in broad daylight.
Ultimately, she still harbored obsession and delusion towards him.
Jin Xilu naturally reached out and touched Jiang Yilin's face. The man's skin on his back was delicate and smooth, but it was too cold to the touch. She wasn't sure if he was awake, but she still gently coaxed, "Jiang Yilin, are you awake?"
Smelling her elusive scent, he instinctively reached for her hand, wanting to press closer, but his tightly closed eyes remained shut. The nightmare in his dream, with willow-leaf tentacles dripping with golden liquid, followed him to the edge of a cliff. He knew without looking that below lay a bottomless canyon. Just before he gave up and was about to jump, he heard a voice calling his name with concern.
Then, a new path appeared beneath his feet, connecting to the precipice. The deep valley was filled in, green grass sprouted new leaves, and nameless purple flowers emerged from the cracks in the rocks. The surroundings remained quiet. In the darkness, he quietly opened his eyes, but could not tell whether it was reality or a dream.
This can't go on. Kim Hee-ro is almost unable to stand. It's too difficult for her, who is so thin, to support the weight of an adult man to walk to the bedside.
Jin Xilu gritted her teeth and pulled Jiang Yilin behind her with all her might, taking two more steps toward the bed. Her legs were already trembling and her feet were aching. Before she completely lost her strength, she quickly adjusted her posture, holding Jiang Yilin with both hands so that if she fell to the ground, she could cushion Jiang Yilin's fall and prevent her from suffering any further serious injury.
Now they are embracing face to face. Jiang Yilin's face is buried under her collarbone, one hand is on her shoulder and the other is wrapped around the wall and her waist. An ambiguous atmosphere gradually spreads in the corner where the dim glass lamplight cannot reach.
Kim Hee-ro's face flushed red as she suddenly realized that this position was not right, as if she were forcing herself on him. She panicked and tried to move back a little, completely unaware that the man's well-defined hand, which was resting on her waist, shifted slightly in the darkness.
She didn't even notice that her knee had hit the low wooden stool directly. She almost bit her tongue in pain, but the miserable scene of the two of them falling to the ground that she had imagined did not happen.
Kim Hee-ro felt a sudden darkness before her eyes. Her dry lips brushed against his face, from his wet eyes to his slightly cold lips.
Jiang Yilin didn't know when she woke up until Jin Xilu realized what was happening.
The man in front of her had already wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up with the other, turning to press down on her upper body. Kim Hee-ro felt as if she was being punished by being pecked on the lips, and soon she was able to catch her breath again.
He loosened his grip on her waist, and the next step was to grab both of her hands and press them together against the wall. His movements were swift and decisive, leaving no room for resistance. Jin Xilu's mind was still blank, and before she could react, she was already half-lifted up against the wall and half-in his arms.
"Jiang Yilin, what are you doing? Let go of me." She was exhausted and flustered, but because it was him, a little expectation crept into her heart.
"Shut up." He leaned down, and the scent of roses once again filled Jin Xilu's nose. Her hands were pinned to the wall by him, and her limbs were indeed sore and tired. Then she heard his voice, which sounded like he was enduring but also suppressing pleasure, "Be good, okay?"
Be good, at least don't push me away in my dreams right now.
The only faint light in the bedroom was blocked by Jiang Yilin's increasingly tall body. The darkness made her itch with desire, and those jealous and sensitive little thoughts that couldn't stand the light were activated and amplified. She wanted to say something, but it was too late.
Jiang Yilin kissed her deeply. His kiss was initially very gentle, like a falling leaf landing on her eyes, then it deepened and moved downwards until it reached her slightly parted, tense lips. They met, he licked, teased, alternating between hot and cold, until his breath melted away.
The two were self-taught and inseparable.
Kim Hee-ro lowered her head to avoid him, her lips glistening with moisture.
Jiang Yilin suppressed the pleasure that came from the release of his longing. His low, husky voice groaned and his breathing tightened. In the darkness, he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. His neck trembled slightly, and he squeezed out a sexy, low hum from his throat. He tried to suppress his desire by tilting his head back and taking deep breaths, but it was no use. His actions affected the innocent Jin Xilu. He shook his hair again, and the water droplets that fell from it hit her face.
The fragrance of flowers mingled with the heat. He released his hands, which were pinned to the wall and imprisoning the two of them, and instead cupped her face in his hands, lowering his head to lick away every drop of water that fell from her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her lips. Finally, his kiss returned to the center of her lips.
His lips were beautifully shaped, with a rounded cupid's bow. Every time he kissed the center of his lips, he would gently purse them to satisfy his craving, like being stimulated by a sour green apple but unwilling to let go. He would suck on the cupid's bow and slowly move downwards, until the apple ripened and released its sweet aroma.
Kim Hee-ro was so overwhelmed by the kiss that her head went numb, her face flushed, and her heart pounded.
After a passionate kiss, Jiang Yilin still wasn't satisfied and switched positions with Jin Xilu, this time with herself pinned down.
But he was the one who initiated the kiss, even faster and more intensely, as if he had already confirmed her location and that she would not disappear again. His cool tongue pried in and stirred, and when seduction failed, he mischievously turned to biting.
Jin Xilu was drawn into a daze by him, and couldn't help but become infatuated with him. She stood on tiptoe, put her hands on his shoulders, tilted her head slightly, and took his coldness and transferred it into her warmth.
Even though the bedroom wasn't very warm and there was no light, making it impossible to see anything, Kim Hee-ro could still picture his bright red, moist lips. At that moment, he must have looked exactly like the spendthrift scholar in the cannibalistic tale.
"You, you... um."
The apple, which was being fought over, accidentally fell to the ground, splashing water.
She also tasted the bitter, rusty flavor in her mouth. Opening her eyes, she looked at his dark, desire-filled eyes, lost in the sensation. She couldn't tell whether he was in more pain or she was more sensitive.
Kim Hee-ro couldn't hold on any longer. She couldn't reach his head with her outstretched arm. She wanted to push him away, so she could only support herself and pat his neck. When she saw that he was still moving, she had no choice but to poke his waist with her finger.
This was the most sensitive part of his body. Sure enough, after poking it twice, Jiang Yilin quickly grabbed her mischievous hand, lifted her limp hand, and gently pressed it against his lips, again and again, as if kissing her palm was never enough.
Wait, why does this kissing sequence look so familiar?
This was exactly the same order in which he pressed himself against the tree and the leaves fell on her face that night at her grandmother's grave.
Sure enough, Jiang Yilin couldn't hold back any longer and used his spiritual power to control the wind and cause trouble.
"Jiang Yilin, are you sober or just drunk?" Jin Xilu pulled her hand away. The feeling of the light kiss was soft and fluffy, like a wet feather brushing against her. Even though it had been removed, the static-like touch seemed to linger on the back of her hand, a little sticky and a little rough. She pulled her hand back and wiped it on her clothes.
Aside from his bold and unrestrained actions, his eyes remained clear, his wet eyes staring straight at her, making her unsure if he was still conscious.
Jiang Yilin remained silent, his eyes filled with a hint of grievance. He stubbornly reached out to Jin Xilu again and again, wanting her to come closer and not stray too far from him.
Kim Hee-ro was confused, but she still moved closer to him. As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his warm chest. The velvet bathrobe brushed against her head, and static electricity crackled and pulled out a few strands of her blue hair.
She looked up at him and found that he was actually smiling, but no sound came out. Kim Hee-ro still thought his eyes were most beautiful when he smiled.
It's like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken; it's definitely up to no good.
Kim Hee-ro raised her hand to grab his hair, but he escaped. Then she heard him whisper two extremely arrogant words in her ear.
"dream."
The next second, Jiang Yilin rested his chin on her shoulder and neck, and then fell silent.
Good job! He couldn't do it; he passed out right after the kiss.
Jin Xilu pushed his face with her hand, but gave up after a couple of pushes. Touching his face felt very nice, especially since he was unconscious, she could pinch and knead it without him resisting at all.
After a moment of stalemate, she silently rolled her eyes, realizing that her long-empty heart had finally been filled with something real. She bit her lip to suppress her laughter and raised her hand to press down his stray hairs.
Finally, she hugged him again, patted his shoulder, nodded her head towards his chest, inhaled the scent of roses on his body, and slowly moved him on tiptoe. After much effort, she finally managed to move him to the bed.
The blanket on his bed was also very cold; a dark blue thin fleece was pressed against his body, as if he could kick it off at any moment. I don't know how he usually sleeps. Fortunately, the calico cat found its usual sleeping spot on its own.
She plopped down on Jiang Yilin's blanket and lazily yawned, "Meow."
"The orange tabby cat, Sancao, will be in your care tonight." Kim Hee-ro waved to the two cats curled up on the bed.
After receiving their responses, she looked at Jiang Yilin, who was lying on the bed with a blank expression, with the fancy but impractical bedside lamp. She sighed, bent down and turned off the bedside lamp for him, hoping that he could sleep more comfortably.
With the lights off, the entire room seemed to fall into a drowsy and subdued atmosphere. The world had long since lost the distinction between day and night. There were only the two of them, facing each other. One second they were far apart, but the next second they were telepathically connected and teleported to each other's side.
You think so too, right?
Happy New Year, Jiang Yilin!
Before leaving, she left behind her heartfelt blessings, which, unlike her previous lighthearted tone, were truly from the bottom of her heart.
"In the new year, Jiang Yilin, you can't fall in love with anyone else."
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