His eyes were dark and gentle, like a deep pool that almost drowned her.
Shen Zhiyi's ears burned.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll take that as your agreement,” Bo Xu said in a hoarse voice.
Shen Zhiyi looked up.
The moment she opened her mouth, her voice was swallowed up.
"Hmm..."
Bo Xu leaned down and kissed her fiercely.
His domineering thin lips aggressively ground against her lips, his tongue forcefully prying open her teeth and conquering the softness and sweetness in her mouth.
Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes wide.
She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he pressed her into his arms even more forcefully.
She could taste the faint, cool fragrance emanating from his mouth.
Like his appearance, he was ascetic and aloof.
But the breath was scorching hot, as if it wanted to devour her whole.
Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but sob and tremble.
Her fingertips softly grasped his collar, slowly moving upwards to hook around his neck, and together they sank into the deep sea of delusion.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly woke up with a start.
She tensed up, her eyes widened, and she pounded on his chest, trying to push him away.
Bo Xu pinched her earlobe, not only not stopping, but also more forcefully and domineeringly stealing her breath.
Shen Zhiyi's face turned bright red from her ears to her neck.
After a long while, he finally let go of her.
His forehead was pressed against hers, his breathing heavy and hot.
"Baby, you're so good." He looked straight into her eyes, his gaze stirring up a multitude of emotions she couldn't understand in the dim light.
"Wait for me to come back."
He gently pried open her lips with his fingertips, kissed her again with lingering affection, and then released her.
Shen Zhiyi leaned against the wall, her cheeks burning.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
She watched him leave.
The door closed.
She touched her lips; they seemed to still retain his warmth.
"Sister, have all the annoying people left?"
A clear and crisp male voice suddenly came from behind.
Shen Zhiyi turned her head away.
She saw Xiaoxu drying her hair, leaning against the open bathroom door, looking at her with a lazy expression.
His hair was half-dry, with damp stray hairs hanging over his forehead, and water droplets sliding down his neck and into the loose collar of his T-shirt.
Her large frame stretched the old clothes into smooth, tight lines.
Wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, it represents wild desires that bewitch people.
It exudes a youthful and vibrant aura.
Shen Zhiyi hurriedly avoided eye contact and walked towards the bedroom.
"He is you too."
Xiao Xu lowered his eyes, his gaze following her lips.
Her soft lips were a deep red, and slightly swollen than when he had seen them before.
His eyes darkened.
She asked softly, "Did you kiss him just now, sister?"
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