Song Yiyi was about to speak when she saw Cen Yue making a gesture to silence her.
"There's a quarrel next door."
His voice was low and magnetic, and he closed his eyes after he finished speaking.
Song Yiyi stared at his exquisite and superior profile for two seconds, her curiosity aroused by his words growing rapidly.
But even if she pricked up her ears, she still heard nothing.
"Are you hallucinating?"
Song Yiyi said in a low voice.
Cen Yue raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then said calmly, "Listen carefully."
Song Yiyi opened her eyes and concentrated, holding her breath.
All I can hear is the clear chirping of birds on the branches in the early morning.
She began to wonder if there was something wrong with her ears.
So he followed Cen Yue's example, closed his eyes, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully.
I really heard some rustling sounds.
The next moment.
A shadow fell before my eyes.
There was a soft and gentle touch on my lips, and the movement was very light, like the caress of a feather.
Another kiss.
Song Yiyi's head buzzed.
So there was no quarrel next door.
Is Cen Yue trying to trick her?
Song Yiyi opened her eyes, "Your deceptive methods are too..."
She thought Cen Yue had retreated.
Who knew that handsome face with sharp edges was so close to him?
It was so close that I could clearly see the smile in his dark eyes.
So close that she subconsciously held her breath.
He fell silent mid-sentence.
Before Song Yiyi could react, his long and well-proportioned knuckles touched her cheek.
Cen Yue's voice was hoarse, and his tone was obscure and lingering: "Close your eyes."
My mind is in a mess.
My heartbeat was also out of rhythm.
Reason was like a taut string at that moment.
When the soft and lingering kiss came down, the strings of the zither broke instantly, and jade-colored beads fell to the ground.
A crisp and chaotic sound exploded in my mind.
Her cheeks were almost melted by the warmth of Cen Yue's fingertips.
Song Yiyi couldn't help but turn her face to the side, and the big hand covering her face moved away.
Then he grabbed the back of her head.
Cen Yue held Song Yiyi in his arms in an irresistible manner.
A hug that goes deep into the bones.
The long and restrained kiss, with its indescribable tenderness and lingering feeling, was like the moist air after the rain, slowly draining away her remaining oxygen.
Keep absorbing it over and over again.
The steady and strong heartbeat under the palm of your hand cannot be ignored.
A long time passed.
Song Yiyi was almost out of breath and pushed Cen Yuetu a few times, but he didn't move at all.
She made up her mind and reached down.
It's the same size either way.
It is better to take the initiative to be slaughtered than to wait passively with a heavy heart.
"What?"
Cen Yue's voice was extremely hoarse. He quickly let go of Song Yiyi and grabbed her hand that was trying to make trouble.
Song Yiyi looked into his lustful eyes and said with unsteady breathing, "Don't pretend."
We are all old people.
Being so close, Song Yiyi could feel the changes in Cen Yue.
Isn't this what he wants?
Look at each other for a few seconds.
Cen Yue raised his hand and pulled Song Yiyi back into his arms, his breathing becoming heavier.
But he didn't choose to continue.
Cen Yue buried his face in the pillow beside Song Yiyi's neck, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "I'm not pretending, it's just that you want too much."
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