Chapter 182 Huanhua Creek
Having no idea what Huo Gannian was talking about, Yun Chen climbed onto the couch and tried to take the book off his face, but Huo Gannian hooked his long arm around his waist.
He stretched out his slender, bony hand and slowly took the book off his face.
A pair of phoenix eyes flickered, staring at her.
His eyes were full of joking, teasing, romanticism, and possessiveness.
It was rare for him to look at her like this, and she felt very uncomfortable. She struggled to sit up, but at that moment the cargo ship happened to weigh anchor and shook. She instantly fell into his arms and almost kissed him.
He would never let go of this great opportunity. He tightly wrapped his arms around her body, pressing her towards him. A frivolous smile curved the corners of his mouth, and his voice was low and ambiguous:
"What? Did you get it?"
She blushed and struggled, "What is the young master talking about?"
How could he let go? Instead, he leaned forward slightly, got closer to her, and looked up and down at her pretty face:
A pair of frightened, evasive and shy eyes, and two porcelain-white cheeks that blushed easily.
Finally, his eyes settled on those small, gorgeous lips.
What was it like? He had tasted it so little that he had forgotten it. Should he try it again?
Just as he was about to kiss her, he saw the page of the book flash before his eyes, and he kissed directly on "The Story of the Cat's Wedding".
She held the book between their faces and whispered in a voice as low as a kitten:
"Don't...if you do that again...I don't want to stay with you anymore..."
Without waiting for him to speak, she complained in a low voice:
"Why didn't I notice you were so... so..."
Seeing her struggling to find words in the most unfamiliar field in her life, he simply took over the conversation:
"So lustful? So wanton? So addicted to debauchery?"
"Stop talking, stop talking!" She quickly covered her ears, her face flushed red.
He laughed heartily, then suppressed all his smiles, laid her down on the couch, and bent down to kiss her.
No matter how she struggled, her small fists pounded his shoulders.
He held her waist with one hand and held her hand with the other, kissing her regardless.
She tilted her head slightly, trying to dodge, but he was like a big bad wolf that had set its sights on a little white rabbit, following her closely, unwilling to leave even for a moment.
Feeling some unusual changes in his body, she was startled and struggled harder. She wanted to say something, but only whimpering sounds came out.
He finally stopped, panting, looking at her deeply, his voice low and hoarse:
"Chen'er, don't move... If you keep moving around like this, I really can't bear it..."
She looked at him stupidly, not fully understanding what he meant.
He slowly moved closer again, lips touching, sucking lightly, and coaxing softly:
"I promise this is all I can do. Just stay still, okay?"
She was so nervous that her head was dizzy and she didn't bother to answer.
He didn't need her answer, he just kissed her gently, slowly, and deeply.
He didn't know how long it was, until she felt dizzy and breathing rapidly, he was finally satisfied and was willing to leave those two slightly swollen red patches.
Leaning over her, he gently stroked her little face and said with a smile:
"This time is much better than last time."
He was much less nervous than last time, his body was softer, and his lips and teeth were more open.
We'll probably know the response next time.
Next time you will be able to truly experience the sweetness of a kiss.
Next time... and next time... he would know if this little face turned red, frowned slightly in anger, and these clear eyes were watery, wouldn't it be so beautiful...
Training needs to be done slowly, and he has plenty of patience.
But there was one thing he really had no patience for.
He lay down and took her in his arms.
Her face flushed, she dodged her bright and shy gaze and found the most comfortable position to lean over.
"From now on, you are not allowed to call me 'Brother Huo', and you are not allowed to call me 'Young Master' when no one is around."
"Then what are you calling?"
He smirked and used the tip of his nose to find her lips. "Think about it carefully. If you can't think of it, try again. You will definitely be able to think of it."
She dodged quickly, curled up in his arms, buried her face in his chest, and called out "A Nian" vaguely.
He leaned over and laid on her back, kissing her lightly while deliberately asking:
"What was it? I didn't hear it clearly."
She tilted her head slightly, revealing half of her face with a shy smile, and called out clearly:
"Brother Anian."
His body tensed up immediately, and he felt like all the bones were going to be soft, and he almost couldn't control himself and threw himself forward.
"It all starts with emotion, but ends with propriety...it all starts with emotion, but ends with propriety..."
He kept muttering to himself as he quickly stood up, opened the door, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Yun Chen asked while sitting on the couch.
Without even turning his head, he said:
"'Anian' is enough. Don't rush to add the last two characters. I can't stand it."
He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and when he came out, his eyes and brows were filled with laziness and insatiableness that she had never seen before.
He got on the bed and hugged her, sighing sadly.
I thought that I could spend the next few days in peace.
But as soon as night fell, she let her hair down.
Her long, dark hair framed her fair face, and her pair of deer-like eyes smiled at him innocently yet charmingly.
She changed into white pajamas, and her face was as pure and soft as the cotton and linen.
He stared at the laces on her front. He knew there were only two layers at most, and in the blink of an eye, he could strip her naked.
When he thought of this, he felt the fire that he had just suppressed was burning again.
She was completely unaware and just nestled in his arms, took out a copy of "Huanhua Creek" and read it by the lamp and the small window.
The story was very old-fashioned, just a story about a rich girl falling in love with a poor scholar. He could guess with his toes that it must have been written by some poor scholar.
He had no interest in reading, and just followed her as she turned the pages with a distracted look.
Because he was much taller than her when he was sitting, from his angle he could clearly see her slightly opened collar and her fair, straight, and very pleasing collarbone...
Trying hard to control himself, he kept taking deep breaths.
But she thought he was impatient because he was reading too slowly, so she quickly flipped through the pages, and immediately turned from "The poor scholar eloped with the rich lady" to "The two secretly decided to spend their lives together and met frankly in the wedding night."
The naked scene appeared before their eyes. She snapped the book shut and hurriedly reached for another one.
But it was too late, the scene was already clearly imprinted in his mind.
Finished, I forgot to tell the captain that all books need to be abridged versions.
The next moment, he somehow pressed his entire body on her, pleading pitifully:
"One more kiss, just one..."
Moonlight shone in through the small window, casting a shadow on her long black hair. The silver light was pure white and extremely beautiful, but he was so lost in the softness and length that he didn't even bother to look at it.
It felt like all his willpower in this life was used to control this matter. When he finally gave up, the moon was hazily covered by two thin clouds, making it seem impossible to see.
She sat up and lowered her head to straighten her messed-up clothes.
He hugged her from behind and combed her hair bit by bit.
When he touched the short tuft of newly grown hair on the back of her head, he paused and his eyes became gloomy.
Knowing what he was worried about, she whispered:
"Ah Nian, I like being your guard—I like being by your side."
He hugged her tightly:
"I am also your guard—your only guard."
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