Chapter 89 Nausea
Gu Yanchen's time is the most free.
His studio was filled with the smell of turpentine and paint.
Su Jiaojiao sat before the easel, watching Gu Yanchen hold the paintbrush and meticulously sketch her likeness. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, falling on the paper and on him, outlining his gentle features.
Yan Chen
Su Jiaojiao put down her paintbrush and said with a smile, "You paint so well."
Gu Yanchen looked up, his eyes full of smiles. He put down his paintbrush, walked to her side, and leaned down to kiss her lips. His kiss was gentle, like a feather lightly brushing against her heart.
His hand gently cupped the back of her head, his movements so tender it was as if he were afraid of hurting her. Su Jiaojiao nestled in his arms, feeling his gentleness, her heart filled with sweet warmth.
But when his gaze fell on the light pink hickey Jiang Yi had left on her collarbone, a dark glint flashed in his eyes. Gu Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her shoulder.
His touch was light, yet undeniably stubborn. His lips were soft, almost magical, sending tingling, itchy sensations through wherever they touched.
A moment later, a pale purple hickey landed on her shoulder, contrasting sharply with the light pink on her collarbone.
"Jiaojiao"
Gu Yanchen raised his head, his eyes filled with deep affection, his voice gentle.
"You are the most beautiful scenery in my painting."
Su Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips. He carried her to the sofa, his movements as gentle as if she were a fragile treasure.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the two in its warmth and creating a cozy silhouette. Gu Yanchen's love was always deep and unwavering. He would paint countless portraits of her, each stroke imbued with affection; he would watch her favorite melodramatic dramas with her, and he would be the first to comfort her when she was sad.
His kiss landed on her cheek, gentle and tender. His hand lightly caressed her waist, his voice slightly hoarse and suppressed: "Jiaojiao."
Su Jiaojiao nodded and reached out to hug his neck.
The temperature inside rose higher and higher, sunlight streaming through the windowpanes and illuminating their intertwined figures, creating a warm, picturesque scene. Gu Yanchen's movements were gentle, yet tinged with an unfulfilled longing. He would carefully cherish her, yet he couldn't resist wanting to possess her completely.
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The two didn't wake up until evening, embracing each other.
Gu Yanchen's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing even. But Su Jiaojiao could feel his fingertips unconsciously caressing her shoulder, carrying a hint of possessiveness.
Days passed by in such sweet and tender moments.
Su Jiaojiao's body was always covered with kiss marks of varying depths, like the imprints of four men. Each time they saw the marks left by each other, the four men would seem to be competing, leaving even deeper marks on her, their possessiveness as intense as unyielding honey.
And Su Jiaojiao was always pampered and possessed by them.
Smiling with eyes crinkling
Until that day, when Su Jiaojiao was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror after waking up in the morning, she suddenly felt nauseous, her stomach churning. She covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.
I lay on the toilet and vomited for a long time, but nothing came out.
The system dumpling's voice suddenly rang in her mind.
With a hint of excitement:
[Host! Vital signs detected in your body! You are pregnant!]
Su Jiaojiao's hand suddenly stopped.
The toothbrush in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
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