But the warmth he imagined did not appear. His kiss fell on her thin eyelids, with the utmost gentleness and restraint.
After staying for about two seconds, the two distanced themselves. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils were clear, and she looked at him as if she didn't understand.
Xie Ci lowered his eyes and said nothing. He suddenly bent down and picked her up with a strong force. The feeling of weightlessness came, and Song Yingwan let out a small exclamation. She wrapped her hands around his neck like a reflex.
When Song Yingwan came to her senses, she was already sitting on the bed in her room. She looked up in confusion at the person in front of her who was looking down at her. Just when she was about to speak, she heard his cold and magnetic voice, "Continue now." .”
The next second, his slender and bony palm fell on the back of her neck, and the other caressed her slender waist. With a slight force, Song Yingwan couldn't help but fall forward, and his thin lips were slightly cold. Imprinted on the corner of her mouth, her breathing was intertwined and disordered, and the clear scent of pine lingered between her lips and teeth.
Gradually, it seemed that he was not satisfied with this kiss. He wanted more. The gentle kiss turned into more intimate contact. She could feel her lower lip being lightly bitten, and then her teeth were pried open deftly, and she moved her head forward. Entering, he patiently explored the unknown territory, and the kiss became passionate and lingering.
The words of thanks at this time were very different from his usual gentle and cold image. They were gentle and a little strong. Song Yingwan's whole body was numb from his kiss. Her fingers were weak against his shoulders and she could only bear it passively. With this long and unbearable deep kiss.
Just when Song Yingwan felt like he was almost out of breath, he finally stopped, their foreheads touched each other, their warm breaths intertwined, as if the whole world had stopped.
Song Yingwan's eyes were slightly drowsy, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she took a shallow breath. There was still a moist feeling on her lips, and she unconsciously pursed her lips to make them look even more moist.
When Xie Ci saw this scene, his breathing became heavier, and he gave up after enduring it for two seconds.
Maybe he wasn't comfortable with this position, so he pushed the girl back against the bed, burying her in the soft quilt. Then he covered her again. This time he had a clear goal. He only sucked on her lips a few times before going deep. Inside, the process just continued.
The room was filled with silence, except for the rapid breathing of an unknown person and the sound of kissing.
I don't know how long it took, but it finally ended with him pecking her lips, but he didn't get up and leave. He buried his face deeply in the side of her neck, greedily sniffing the faint fragrance of the girl, and the light and hot... His breath hit the exposed skin, making him feel uneasy.
Song Yingwan's head felt dizzy after being kissed, and her opened eyes seemed to have been washed by water, glowing with a faint light. The corners of her eyes were reddish, and she stared at the roof with blurred eyes, breathing lightly.
No one spoke, and the breathing of the two gradually calmed down. Song Yingwan realized that her cheeks turned red, and the blush spread to the roots of her ears. The skin on her neck felt as hot as if it had been burned by fire. His hands uncomfortably clenched the quilt underneath him, leaving raised folds.
Xie Ci seemed to feel the shyness of the person in his arms, and felt extremely soft. He chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse, then turned over and hugged her, took her into his arms, and held her hand gently.
Song Yingwan felt him place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, pious and gentle, but the silence was better than the words.
After a long time, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, buried her face in his arms, and curled her fingertips slightly back to hold his.
Maybe it was because he had consumed too much energy just now, but now he was relaxed. Song Yingwan felt that his eyelids were particularly heavy, and he gradually lost consciousness due to sleepiness.
When I woke up again, black had filled the sky, the night was getting thicker, and the garden was silent. There was only a trace of light coming through the crack in the door, and the dim yellow tones were soft and warm.
Song Yingwan opened her eyes in the darkness, her eyes filled with smiles and sweetness. In her mind were the images of the two people's lips and teeth mingling this afternoon, and her face gradually became warm again.
This can't happen anymore.
She quickly suppressed the thoughts in her mind, closed her eyes and silently memorized the Red Cliff Fu, which took about five minutes. After reciting the whole chapter, she felt much calmer, and the heat on her face also dropped.
Then she got up and opened the door to see Xie Ci sitting in the main room reading a book, facing her door.
Hearing the movement, Xie Ci raised his eyes and looked over, smiling slightly, "Are you awake?"
Song Yingwan pretended to be calm, walked over and said, "Yeah."
Xie Xi closed the book and stood up, walked to her, and held her hand very naturally, "Are you hungry? I've steamed egg custard for you. You can try to see if it's improved compared to last time."
Song Yingwan paused, looked down, gently held his hand, and said obediently, "Okay."
He thanked her without saying another word, and with a smile in his eyes, he led her to the kitchen to wash hands and serve food.
At this time, Song Yingwan realized that he hadn't eaten either. Yiyi had been waiting for her until now. She felt a little strange in her heart and asked while washing her hands, "Why don't you wake me up, or you can eat first instead of waiting for me." "
He was serving rice to two people. The porridge he had cooked for too long had turned into mush. He frowned slightly and said calmly, "Because I want to be with you."
Song Yingwan was still a little uncomfortable with his sudden confession. Her ears felt hot. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "Then wake me up next time."
Xie Ci then raised his eyes to look at her and curled his lower lip, "Okay."
It was dark and silent outside. In fact, it was only after eight o'clock, but everyone had eaten early and went to bed early, which made them seem awkward.
But the two of them didn't care. They started today's dinner at a small square table under the dim light.
Song Yingwan looked at the rice on the table and felt something was wrong. She looked carefully and found that a bowl was missing. She asked doubtfully, "Didn't you serve mine?"
After a pause of thanks, he explained leisurely, "I'll make you a bowl of malted milk later. You drink that."
She took a look at the food on the table. The color had changed over time, not to mention the porridge in his bowl. It was slimy and unappetizing, and it looked like leftovers. Just that bowl. The egg custard looked passable.
She blinked and said, "I don't want to drink malted milk today, I want to drink porridge."
Thank you and frowned slightly, "Then I will make you the millet porridge you like tomorrow morning."
"I just want to drink tonight. There should be some in the pot. I'll get a bowl." He got up and went to the kitchen.
Xie Ci quickly took her hand and said helplessly, "You want to drink so much?"
She nodded and said nothing.
He seemed to sigh, "You sit here and I'll serve it to you."
After that, he sped up his movements. This meal was only warm to begin with, and if he delayed any longer, he would have to eat cold rice and cold dishes.
In fact, how could he not know what she was thinking? He felt soft and moved at the same time. She could always create ripples in his heart inadvertently.
Not a very delicious meal, but with perfect people around me, today’s dinner didn’t seem so unacceptable.
