Chapter 67 Touch and Drink
Chapter 67
When Wen Xi regained his senses again, he had already been carried to the sink by Yan Jue with one hand.
The porcelain washbasin felt cold to the touch. The man casually grabbed a shirt and placed it under Wenxi's butt. His hands felt cold as he pressed them against the washbasin. His fingertips moved and felt the finely stitched fabric.
Wait, do towels have labels?
Although Wen Xi was rational but still dizzy, he looked down, saw what it was, and slowly moved his eyeballs.
Ah, it’s the school emblem of Foreign Languages.
Wen Xi discovered that what was padding under his butt was the school uniform shirt he had changed into not long ago.
The school uniform that had been well preserved for ten years was, after Wen Xi's tossing and turning, used as a cushion by its owner without any care.
The washbasin was very high, made to fit Yan Jue's figure. Wen Xi's two small white legs were dangling in the air without touching the ground, and there were deep red finger marks on her pink and white knees, which were left by someone's merciless pinching.
Wen Xi lowered his head and saw the wrinkled shirt. The corners of his red eyes were still hung with tears that were about to fall. He blinked blankly and slowly, and the teardrop fell on his thigh, slid along the skin texture to his shirt, and the dry fabric greedily swallowed it, wetting a shadow.
The tiny tear was drunk up by the thirsty shirt.
Wen Xi froze with a red face.
"Why are you secretly shedding tears?"
The man's slightly hoarse voice sounded from above his head. Wen Xi's heart was in a mess. He turned his eyes away and refuted in a low voice, "No."
Wen Xi lowered her head to hide her confusion after the confession of intimacy. Yan Jue didn't say anything, but Wen Xi's sight showed the back of her hand with tangled veins and long, slender joints.
Wen Xi suddenly remembered that when he first met Yan Jue, he thought his fingers were very long and he must be very flexible in picking up things. Today, he finally experienced the power of these hands firsthand.
The man bent his finger, pointed at the small shadow, and said, "No, how did it get wet?"
The man spoke in a calm, low voice, with a hook at the end that sent shivers down one's spine.
Before the confession, Wenxi was still anxiously guessing Yanjue's attitude towards Xiao P, but after the confession, Wenxi found that Yanjue really liked her, even too much. Just like the protagonist in the novel that Mingyao shared with him, sucking and licking.
Wenxi felt like the only small spring in the vast desert, caught by a violent beast trapped in the desert, exposed to the wind and sun, on the verge of dying of thirst, and became the only chance for it to relieve its thirst. The beast not only gulped down the existing spring water, but also greedily and domineeringly occupied the precious spring that was hard to come by, forcing it to give more spring water to relieve the hunger and thirst that had been suppressed for 28 years.
Wen Xi's heart tightened. He lowered his head and quietly moved his thighs to cover the shadow, muttering softly, "I don't know..."
"Maybe it's the pigs that are crying, but I'm not crying."
Yan Jue laughed, and Wen Xi suddenly realized what he had said and felt so stupid now.
(<_<)
Wen Xi took a deep breath, then kicked Yan Jue's calf in anger.
But after just one kick, someone quickly grabbed the offending foot and rubbed the bare skin with lightly calloused fingertips, caressing it bit by bit from the toes to the knees.
Finally, the hot palm grasped the boy's blushing knees and pushed them up hard. Wen Xi couldn't sit steadily and fell backwards. His back suddenly pressed tightly against the mirror. The cold touch spread throughout his body unexpectedly. Wen Xi had no choice but to raise his head, revealing a shy and angry little red face.
Wenxi's hair was messy and scattered on her shoulders. Her pajamas printed with teddy bear patterns were loose, revealing half of her shoulders. Her collarbone was very thin and beautiful, and the corners of her lips were red and swollen from being sucked. She wrinkled her nose and glared at people fiercely with shame and anger, looking as puffy as a puffer fish.
Yan Jue stretched out his hand and accurately pinched the chubby cheeks of the puffer fish Wen Xi. He used force with his thumbs to leave two small pits on the white face of the puffer fish. After looking at it for a while, Yan Jue pushed upwards with his fingertips, and Wen Xi's little face, which was pinched, also curled up, with a smiling arc at the corners of his lips.
Yan Jue said: "A stupid pig crying secretly."
Wen Xi was forced to pout her little red lips and spoke vaguely, "You are... the idiot, the bad dog, it's all your fault that you tormented me."
Swearing and flirting, there is no difference in Yan Jue. He said "hmm" with a calm expression, lowered his head and kissed Wen Xi's eyelids while the boy was mumbling, and said in a low voice: "My fault."
Wen Xi shut up and blinked. Yan Jue loosened his hand that was pinching the boy's face, leaving two red finger marks on the boy's fair face.
But Yan Jue's hand did not leave Wen Xi's face. Once it touched, it was as if he had skin hunger. His index finger slid down and hooked Wen Xi's chin. He picked up his finger. Wen Xi tilted his head back with drooping eyelids, and saw the back of Yan Jue's hand with blue veins. The scene of an inadvertent peek not long ago emerged in his mind.
He couldn't hold the cup steady while drinking water, and the full cup of boiled water sloshed out of the red and white jade cup, flowing along Yan Jue's bony fingertips, gathering into a small stream, and flowing continuously to Wen Xi's waist and abdomen.
"Ah..." Wen Xi blinked in panic, his rapid breath falling on Yan Jue's wrist bone, and his fingers that were supporting on the sink clenched unconsciously.
Wen Xi raised her eyes cautiously and saw Yan Jue's dark-colored eyes. The man had deep brows and looked at people intently, giving people a creepy feeling as if they were being stared at by a hound. But at this moment, he did not look at Wen Xi, but stared elsewhere with his eyelids drooped.
"It's swollen."
The topic changed too quickly, and Wen Xi couldn't keep up with the other party's thoughts for a moment. He dazedly said "What--". After three seconds, he realized what it was, and Wen Xi stopped asking questions abruptly.
Wen Xi's pupils dilated and he fell silent. The room suddenly fell into an obscure silence. Wen Xi instinctively leaned back so that his back fit the mirror more tightly, but his shoulders were against the solid wall and he had nowhere to retreat. He could only watch the man's exposed neck and Adam's apple rolling violently, and the sexy little mole on his throat also slid along as he swallowed.
The skin trembled uncontrollably as it was being looked at unscrupulously, and the restlessness from inside out became more and more obvious.
"I just sucked it until it was swollen."
Yan Jue repeated it in a low and slow voice, carefully.
Wen Xi froze in place for a moment, unable to move forward or backward, and could only passively face Yan Jue's dark gaze. The man lifted his chin with his fingertips and rubbed the flesh under his jaw vigorously, not satisfied until it turned a faint crimson. Yan Jue lowered his head, and the tips of their noses rubbed against each other, their deep and different breathing intertwined.
"I know... don't tell me."
A circle of cold white light tubes were on the mirror, shining directly on the man's stern face. The light fell on his dark eyes, flashing a dark and terrifying light.
Wen Xi's nose twitched unconsciously, and a subtle scent mixed with mint smoke and a light fishy sweetness fell on his lips.
Wenxi's blood rushed up rapidly and he almost suffocated.
This is his own taste.
Wen Xi's pupils contracted and he subconsciously turned his head to hide, but Yan Jue pinched his chin and lowered his head to lick his lips.
After confessing everything, Wen Xi had all her senses controlled by Yan Jue, who used direct and overbearing methods to give her a soul-trembling experience of pleasure.
The primitive impulse of sexual manipulation is the most effective method of proof.
At this moment, Yan Jue's kiss was delicate and slow. He easily pried open Wen Xi's lips with his wet tongue tip and flexibly stroked his sensitive upper jaw. The unbearable itch suddenly made Wen Xi's bones numb.
A familiar, ambiguous and sticky sound of water was heard in the room.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, indulging in it, and when they reluctantly separated, an ambiguous silver thread was pulled out.
Wen Xi blushed and tilted his head. He pursed his lips and whispered, "I'm sleepy."
"Go to bed after you're done cleaning up. Wait for me," Yan Jue let go of Wen Xi, turned and walked out of the room. Half a minute later, he returned to the room with a tube of anti-inflammatory medicine in his hand.
The ointment is printed with "anti-inflammatory medicine for sexual intercourse".
ah?
Where does this professional medicine come from?
Wen Xi looked up in surprise. Yan Jue understood the boy's incredulous look, paused, and said, "Auntie prepared it and sent me a message."
"Ah...hahaha...Auntie is so awesome..."
Wen Xi was embarrassed and thought that he shouldn't have asked too much.
Yan Jue unscrewed the cap of the ointment and pretended to apply the medicine with his bare hands.
Wen Xi awkwardly reached out to push him, stumbling over his words: "I...I can do it myself, I don't need your help."
But Yan Jue flicked his wrist to avoid Wen Xi's attempt to grab it, and calmly took the responsibility: "Mine, I'll do it."
Whatever you want is yours.
Really, you speak so confidently.
Was it my fault or something else? Wen Xi didn’t dare to think about it. The messy contents of the novel and the memories just now flooded into his mind.
Wen Xi froze and watched Yan Jue decisively lift up the towel that had covered him half a minute ago and throw it aside.
Gurgle.
The room suddenly became quiet. Wen Xi lowered his head, his throat rolling with difficulty. He couldn't tell whether his scalp or his whole body was numb. He watched the ointment being put aside stiffly, feeling Yan Jue's rough and hot fingertips.
The index finger and thumb separated, pulling out unusual silver threads.
Click.
The thread broke, and the subtle sound exploded in Wen Xi's dull mind.
"Xixi."
Yan Jue snorted and laughed, then said nonchalantly: "You really are a stream."
Wen Xi's head buzzed.
He stared at Yan Jue's fingers blankly, his heart in his throat and his breathing almost suffocated.
The decision was intentional, a bad thing.
Wen Xi's eyelids trembled. She stretched out her hand with difficulty to hold the man's fingertips, and wiped them clean carelessly as if trying to cover up her crime.
"Nothing...get out..."
There was a gleam of tender and charming light at the corners of Yan's eyes. He tilted his head back, and his rosy and plump lips parted to utter accusations of grievance and shame.
"It wasn't like this before. You broke it...
"Yan Jue you are a bad guy."
"You are not allowed to bully me, otherwise," Wen Xi was desperate and babbled, not knowing what he was saying, "otherwise I won't let you touch me."
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue and slowly rolled his eyeballs, his Adam's apple moving slightly, like a frenzied beast with its fangs pulled out.
Eyes met.
After twenty seconds, Yan Jue curled his fingers and stood up straight.
The man's dark, narrow eyes were slightly suppressed, full of aggression, staring at Wen Xi without blinking. His eyes were gentle, but his expression was that of a greedy and paranoid beast.
"It's not bad. I'll be obedient and won't bully you."
Implications.
You have to touch and drink.
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