Low laughter rang in her ears, and Song Yingwan resisted the urge to cover her ears.
The next second, one of Xie Ci's arms wrapped around the girl's slender and soft waist, the other hand supported her buttocks, and with a little force, he picked her up head first.
When she raised her eyes again, Song Yingwan was already sitting on his waist and abdomen. This was a posture that the two of them had never had before. She had nowhere to put her hands and could only tightly grasp his outstretched arm. .
Xie Ci held her waist with both hands, which not only gave Song Yingwan something to focus on, but also prevented her from having the chance to escape.
As his face turned red, Song Yingwan heard him say, "Then I will learn to listen to you tonight."
After a moment of silence, he added, "I will never resist."
Song Yingwan:...
Seeing the playfulness and calmness flashing in Xie Ci's eyes, Song Yingwan suddenly became more ambitious and asked hesitantly, "Do you really listen to me in everything?"
A trace of surprise appeared in Xie Ci's eyes, and he said slowly, "Of course."
This look also gave Song Yingwan great courage, thinking that he had been suppressed by him before and had no chance to resist.
She grinded her teeth, slowly reached out and plucked the top button of the man's pajamas, and moved downwards, very slowly, with a sultry ambiguity rushing towards her.
Xie Ci's eyes were dark, and his eyes followed the movement of the white hand, watching it stop at the edge of his pants, neither advancing nor retreating.
Song Yingwan's ears gradually started to feel hot, and she already wanted to retreat, but when she looked up and saw the dark eyes of the thank you, she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. It turns out that it feels so good to take the initiative...
She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, and listened to the increasingly heavy breathing in her ears. She paused for a moment, thinking that she would not give herself a chance to regret it, so she reached in all at once.
She closed her eyes suddenly and groaned. The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, leaving light red fingerprints on her fair skin.
Song Yingwan had never done anything like this before, so she could only hold it tightly, her fingertips trembling.
Gradually, sweat wetted the thin silk pajamas, and the palms of her hands had already become sticky.
When Xie Ci opened his eyes, Song Yingwan saw a hint of darkness rising in his eyes. He reached out and smoothed the girl's sweat-dampened hair, pressed the back of her neck and kissed her forehead.
The voice was unusually low and hoarse, "Baby, thank you for your hard work."
Then he took out a paper towel from the bedside and wiped the girl's palm carefully, looking very patiently, wiping every finger carefully.
He stared at it steadily, and finally couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.
The warm touch came, and Song Yingwan immediately pulled back her hand, her face turned red again, and he even kissed her on the lips!
She must wash her hands ten times later!
But now Song Yingwan only felt that her arms were sore and couldn't care about anything. She lay on Xie Ci and closed her eyes. Before she realized, the clothes on her body had slipped off, and her fair shoulders were exposed, which was extremely eye-catching.
He sighed softly in thanks and his eyes gradually darkened.
So Song Yingwan was pinned down and she didn't know why. She kicked her legs randomly, put her hands in front of Xie Ci, and said angrily, "Didn't you say you listened to me today?"
Xie Ci looked at her, and casually clasped her hands on her head, "Yeah, but now I'm breaking my promise."
Song Yingwan's eyes widened, this man was so confident!
It’s so abominable!
When he came back to his senses, he saw the enlarged handsome face in front of him, and then his lips were blocked by someone, swallowing up all the struggles and sobs.
……
The weather was getting colder, and snowflakes began to fall in Beijing. Song Yingwan couldn't help but see the snow scene for the first time in Liujiacun. She kindly ran over to share the joy with him, but she thanked him seriously and took the opportunity to hold her hand.
Song Yingwan looked up at the gloomy dawn and couldn't help but curl her lips. Thinking about it now, it felt like what happened just now.
Time flies so fast.
Xie Ci stood at the door of the kitchen with a bowl of hot soup, frowning and said, "What are you doing standing there? It's not cold. Come over here and drink some chicken soup to warm yourself up."
"coming."
Song Yingwan turned around without hesitation. The snow had just fallen and there was no snow on the ground yet. It would look better when the ground was covered with a thick layer.
She was about to take the bowl from Xie Ci, but Xie Ci raised his hand to stop him, "Don't move, the bowl is hot, just drink like this."
Song Yingwan smiled, nodded, and leaned over to take a sip.
The chicken soup tastes delicious, with red dates added in it, giving it a unique sweetness. The oil on it has been skimmed off, so it doesn't taste greasy, and your body warms up after one sip.
"It tastes good." So she pushed his arm and sent the bowl towards the thank you, "You should have a taste too."
Xie Ci's eyes were warm, as if they were soaked by the heat coming out of the chicken soup, making them sparkling. He lowered his head obediently, tasted it, and said softly, "You have a bowl of chicken soup to cushion your stomach first, and I will give it to you later in the evening." Make delicious food.”
Song Yingwan is on her period today, and she remembers her thank-you speech very clearly. She was not allowed to eat cold food a few days in advance, and she was not even allowed to touch cold water in the past few days. The thank-you speech for cooking and other things was all on her own. .
After taking such careful care, if Song Yingwan had menstrual cramps again, he would be sorry for spending so much effort.
She blinked her black and white eyes, responded casually, and leaned her head over to drink the chicken soup.
The soup I made today is really delicious.
The two of us finished the bowl of soup in one sip, but Song Yingwan still drank more.
Xie Ci filled another half bowl for Song Yingwan to hold and warm his hands. This time, Song Yingwan didn't go anywhere. She just sat in the kitchen with chicken soup and sipped it while watching Xie Ci clean up the kitchen.
After saying goodbye to dinner, I used the leftover soup to make two bowls of chicken noodle soup, one for each chicken drumstick. It was simple and delicious.
It's the end of the busy term again, and it's even more difficult to study in such cold weather.
However, Song Yingwan still insisted on running to the school library every day. She had no choice but to do it. It was too warm at home, and she couldn't help but want to sleep after sitting there for a while.
After the exam, the two of them packed up and moved back to Grandpa Xie and Grandma Xie. They planned to live with the two elderly people for a while before the new year, and then set off for Huaicheng. The train tickets had been bought.
In the days leading up to the New Year, Song Yingwan and Xie Ci took over the task of buying new year's goods. They came in and out every day, looking very busy.
In fact, I didn't buy much, because Liu Wenjun also bought some things when he bought them. Xie Jianguo would also send some from time to time, as well as Grandpa Xie, Grandma Xie, and other juniors. They scraped together what they really needed to buy. Not much left.
So the two of them used the excuse of buying New Year's goods to go out for fun, watch movies, go skiing, etc., and did everything.
Although Grandpa Xie and Grandma Xie would definitely not stop them from going out as long as they said it, but for some reason, there is always a sense of excitement in playing secretly, and it also adds a different kind of fun.
