Shen Yan lightly suppressed him. He even pushed forward, and the hand holding the back of his neck pressed him harder against him.
He couldn't retreat, and the two bodies were completely entangled.
The pillow sunk down.
Qi Jin's slightly backward posture was more tense and tense than before - it was an intriguing posture. In a state of close to a high fever, Shen Yan was already a little confused, unable to resist this temptation, deceived her body to fit the lines shown by the body, chased the gasping sound of the other party, and sealed it with her lips.
"Well… "
The kiss made the language weak, and the breath became disordered, one deep and one shallow, and it sounded densely in the dim room.
Qi Jin frowned, his dry throat made rapid breathing sounds, and most of them were sent directly to Shen Yan's lips, engulfed by his kiss. The knees subconsciously lifted up, the soles of the feet couldn't help but gently rub the sheet under him, and the legs were slightly staggered, allowing the other person's body to be embedded.
Shen Yan released his right hand.
Released, but did not leave.
Fingers fumbled slowly up his arms, brushing over his shoulders, and finally dipping gently into his hair from behind his ears. Only the thumb pinched the pinna and polished it again and again.
That's the easiest part of Qi Jin's body to turn red.
Especially now - soft and hot to the touch, indescribably comfortable.
"Do you... think of me as a cat again..." Qi Jin asked hoarsely, with a shallow smile on his brows. When he opened his mouth, the previous kiss had not been completely finished, and every word he said was exchanged for a touch of their lips, until Shen Yan buried his head and made up for the next kiss.
"No." He knew very well who he was hugging. It is precisely because he understands that there are so many affectionate emotions flowing through his actions.
Qi Jin listened to him quietly, her eyelids drooped, and she smiled without saying a word.
As if in response, his right hand unknowingly reached Shen Yan's waist, lifted the hem of his shirt, and drilled down to the bottom, where his fingers came into direct contact with the skin there. Starting from the waist and eye, the hand swept up a little bit, stroking his entire back - the line of the back is very tough, strong, and tough, and it undulates slightly under his palm as he breathes.
"Qi Jin..." Shen Yan called in a hoarse voice, whispering in his ear like a pleading, "...don't touch it."
"Why?" Qi Jin smiled lightly and asked knowingly.
Shen Yan did not answer.
The light allowed him to see Qi Jin's current expression, his eyes were half-open, the corners of his eyes extending to the ears were still red, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He knew that what Qi Jin wanted was not his answer, but something else.
"Shen Yan, do you want to... also try it?" Qi Jin's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it was as exciting as his fingers slowly brushing over Shen Yan's shoulders. There are two layers of fabric between the two people's bodies. When the buttons are rubbed against each other's chests, they will be tossed one by one, making a small sound like the thread is about to break, and gently scraping the skin.
That would be hard, wouldn't it? He thought so, finding an excuse for himself.
Shen Yan panted in a low voice, really slowly stood up, and reached out to the top button of his collar.
I don't know how many times I have unbuttoned Qi Jin.
The movements that should have been so proficient that they could no longer be proficient, at this moment, they were clumsy like a beginner, and it took a long time to tear off the first one.
Qi Jin's breathing quickened involuntarily. He closed his eyes and let his fingers unfasten more buttons. The second, the third... The order of undressing before taking a shower was exactly the same as usual, but his situation was different. The temperature of the other's fingers was also different, and the place where Shen Yan touched below the collarbone had the illusion of being burned.
When the last button is passed through the buttonhole and off the other side of the placket, the top is fully open.
It's not the first time I've undressed him, but it's the first time I let my palm lightly cover his chest, sneaking into it in the direction where the clothes slipped, and there I met a Qi Jin who I had never seen before—only in front of me Appeared, only to remove all defenses for himself, the unique Qi Jin.
"Shen Yan."
That Qi Jin called out his name, probably because he couldn't catch his breath, and his voice was hollow and soft.
The hand that was hugging his back scratched twice in confusion. It doesn't hurt, it just makes my heart tremble.
I really want to... just desperately make this person my own.
Selfishly, capriciously, even forcefully possessive—if his nature isn't a doctor who can't allow harm.
Shen Yan took a deep breath, as if struggling for a moment from a sea of fire, the violent beating of her heart caused a burst of pain in her chest.
He looked down at Qi Jin. Qi Jin lay motionless on the pillow, her body was covered with a layer of gold foil in the thin light, her clothes were disheveled, but she was still smiling at him, so much that he couldn't take his eyes away, so he could only stare blankly. Qi Jin's body temperature is also very high, and there are flames buried within reach. It is easy to burn a person's sanity. When he had the thought of being reluctant to take his hand back, he knew that his reason was almost exhausted.
The last reservation was for Qi Jin's injured left arm.
With the lights on, the eyes can still see.
Although the plaster tube is quietly put aside in a relatively safe position, if you don't move much, you may be able to avoid it if you try to be careful. But... the injury has never healed. If even the last bit of rationality disappears, I don't know what I will do and how far I will go.
"Heh..." Shen Yan closed her eyes with a wry smile, buried her head deeply in Qi Jin's arms, and hugged him tightly.
"Shen Yan?" Qi Jin asked in a trance, turning his head to the side of his ear.
Shen Yan didn't answer, just shook her head silently, and gently kissed his neck with an inaudible sigh. Qi Jin gasped subconsciously, and his erect body collapsed again. With his right hand, he pressed his head to her own, and used his fingers to comb his hair comfortingly.
"Qi Jin," Shen Yan whispered at this time, "I like you."
A familiar, deep voice.
And the unfamiliar, the four words that I already knew in my heart, but never really heard.
Qi Wei was stunned, and suddenly felt the heat in his eyes, the light in his field of vision was scattered by what came up in his eyes, and the moist light slowly overflowed.
He couldn't return to his senses for a while, and stood there speechless for a long time, just hugged Shen Yan tighter.
Shen Yan slowly moved her body up at this time, without waiting for Qi Jin to move, she suddenly leaned in and gently grabbed half of his ear, biting her lips gently.
"...I like you." Shen Yan murmured within a few feet, repeating that sentence.
The breath when he spoke blew into his ears, and also into his heart, the warmth seemed to melt.
Just as Qi Jin couldn't help himself immersed in it, Shen Yan's hand suddenly wiped from his waist, and gradually groped to the bottom of his abdomen, through a layer of cloth, silently pressing the place where he had already reacted . At that moment, Qi Jin shuddered all over, closed his eyes involuntarily, and let out a short moan uncontrollably.
The two of them have been rubbing each other's ears, and having been entangled in bed for so long, it is natural to have the physiological response of a normal man.
It's just that being touched by the other party like this makes the psychological reaction stronger.
Qi Jin's knees were weak, and she trembled slightly on Shen Yan's shoulders. Her ears were so red that they would melt on his lips at any time. Shen Yan's breathing was low and deep, and she slowly began to rub with a very jerky movement. At the same time, her lips were lightly opened. This time, she bit her earlobe with her teeth, making a moist and small sucking sound.
"That's it...that's it," he said.
"Hmm..." Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand what he meant. It took a long time for him to answer with a hoarse voice amid the muffled breathing.
His hand couldn't help but also probed down and found him as well.
It's just more direct than him, slowly sinking under the clothes, following his outline, until he really touched the place and held it very lightly.
Shen Yan's body tensed slightly, but Qi Jin did not let go, and still held it firmly.
Hearing that person's breathing became faster and faster, Qi Jin was suddenly very content, and a sweetness filled his dry mouth. He even deliberately raised his knees and rubbed his inner thighs lightly, hearing his suppressed low-pitched panting as he wished.
"That's fine... isn't it?" Buried beside his temples, he laughed and sighed.
It's like whispering.
After that, I can't remember how it started or how it ended.
I only know that I sweated a lot, and my clothes and sheets were a little wet. A tissue box originally placed on the table was left on the bedside table, and it was slightly lighter than before overnight.
That light was turned off by Shen Yan.
Qi Jin just lay there quietly, watching him move over to press the switch, then silently stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, letting him lie back beside him, still leaning against his arm like hugging a pillow. The difference is that this time Shen Yan turned to his side and gently hugged him to sleep.
Qi Jin knew that she would get a good night's sleep.
the next day.
When Shen Yan woke up, the postures of the two of them basically didn't change.
He opened his eyes, not fully awake. In the early morning of late autumn, the morning light is faint, and the sky does not seem to be fully awake. Most of the room is still dark, and the weather is cold at this time. Unconsciously, it prolongs the time people want to make up for sleep.
Shen Yan did not close her eyes again, but lowered her head and silently stared at the person beside the pillow.
Almost all of Qi Jin's face was buried in his sleeves, breathing evenly, up and down, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Qiqin..."
Shen Yan called his name in a low voice, and when he saw that he didn't move, he leaned over and kissed his cheek.
The person beside him remained motionless. If he hadn't seen the tips of his ears turn a little red, Shen Yan would really have thought that he was still sleeping. As for the reason for pretending to be asleep, of course Shen Yan knew, but when she was stunned, she lowered her eyes uncomfortably - thinking about what happened last night, it was really embarrassing.
"Qi Jin," Shen Yan put her hand on his hair gently, stroked it, and asked gently, "Do you want to continue sleeping?"
"Well..." Qi Jin finally responded to him, but he still didn't lift his head up.
The answer is vague, but of course in this case yes.
Shen Yan smiled slightly, withdrew her fingers from his hair, and gently rubbed his auricle with her thumb like last night, the place where her finger touched was warm, and she would be reluctant to let go for a while: " Go to sleep a little longer, and wake up when you remember. I'll leave your breakfast on the table."
"Hmm..." Another soft reply.
However, as if he knew that he was about to leave, the hand that held him tightened slightly.
Shen Yan didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.
"I have to go to work later, so I got up first." Obviously he did nothing wrong, but there was a little apology in his tone. After finishing speaking, Shen Yan continued to maintain the cuddle position for a few minutes, and finally moved her body and slowly pulled out her arms, not forgetting to brush off the loose strands of hair in front of Qi Jin's forehead with her hands, and combed it properly. Finally got out of bed and got out of bed.
Hearing the door of the bedroom closed with a "click", Qi Jin's hand suddenly pulled over the corner of the quilt silently, covering her head, and her body slowly moved to the position where Shen Yan had been lying just now under the cover. Lie down where there is still residual body temperature.
The heart is so noisy.
He remained in this position until the voice completely calmed down.
My mind was filled with the details of last night. At that time, I just felt that it was not enough, and I wanted to continue. But looking back on it now, my face is burning with fire.
Even though he hadn't made it to the end, he was embarrassed to look at Shen Yan, he would feel ashamed, and he would remember the vivid touch on his hand at that time... I was really disappointed. Qi Jin thought silently under the quilt, unable to convince herself to get up and go out while Shen Yan was still in the room.
The veterinary hospital opens at 8:00 on weekdays, but it was only a quarter past seven.
The sound of Shen Yan preparing breakfast was faintly heard outside. The fragrant aroma was everywhere, and it must be a delicious and nutritious hot food. Qi Jin was stuffed under the quilt and couldn't breathe, so he lifted a corner and listened to the sound of kitchen utensils and tableware from the living room. After a while, the sound disappeared, and after another ten minutes, there was a deep sound from the gate, presumably Shen Yan went out to work.
Touching his chest, the pounding rhythm finally subsided, although the body temperature still did not mean to drop.
Anyway, before Shen Yan came back at noon, he had to adjust his mentality—
Qi Jin took a deep breath, shook his head, and got up to wash up.
When he came to the washstand outside the bathroom, he was about to pick up the toiletries when his eyes suddenly glanced at the mirror in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
His hand stopped in mid-air, and instead of holding something, he retracted it and gently lifted his collar, only to see some traces looming under the collar. It is on the neck and next to the collarbone. Even if I haven't seen it before, I usually know what it is by reading novels and reading materials.
Realizing the source of these traces, his face suddenly became hot, even worse than when he got out of bed.
Qi Jin coughed and turned his face away unconsciously, as if he couldn't face the eyes that he projected in the mirror, and hurriedly pulled the collar up.
I can't imagine that such a day will come to me.
I always thought that only the newly married Yan Er and the extremely enthusiastic couple would make such a mark. I never imagined that a gentle man like Shen Yan could do it even when he was emotional.
More importantly, when I saw it, I was a little overjoyed about it - it's really bad.
Fortunately, Shen Yan was going to work, so he didn't tell him to see it.
Fortunately, I didn't go to work and didn't call my colleagues to see it.
"Otherwise, it would be too bad..."
While talking to herself, Qi Jin slowly stroked the hickeys under her collar, and the corners of her lips raised inadvertently.
In order to adjust his mentality more effectively, he decided to put his focus back on dubbing.
After shutting down the live post about the match status of "Zhu Tian Ling" yesterday, he never went to the forum again. After that, a series of things happened. There must be someone recording such a large-scale event, and he plans to make up for it when he is free today.
Although they didn't sign up for the two preliminary rounds last night, it's good to listen to other people's competitions and learn from their experience. What's more, the part he was interested in was actually the comments of the judges.
After turning on the phone, Qi Wei first opened the forum interface, because he was very concerned about whether the planner who claimed to take off the "Cat's Daddy" vest did anything and what the result was. The good news is that it was only a day before Shen Yan's first game ended. He swiped the post, and no truth surfaced.
Shen Yan's voice is different from her own, the recognition is not so high, and there are few cooperation plans.
It is not impossible to be recognized, but it is estimated that it will take some time.
In addition, last night's two games also sucked the attention of part of the audience.
One of the competitions was the little book boy "Reed", and among those who advanced, there was an ID that Qi Jin was familiar with.
"Huh? Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles..." Qi Wei was stunned for a while, but she regained her senses after a while, not feeling very surprised.
"Liu Suyu" in the first game of "Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles" was affected by his illness and the order of appearances, and his performance was not very good. Although the second game was his best juvenile voice, theoretically the first place is inevitable, but his state does not seem to be completely Adjusted over and only got a meager third.
Now that he has finished two matches, the last match is "Fang Yisheng", which is next to his own number.
He is currently ranked fourth and third, and both have qualified for the promotion.
However, if the ranking of "Fang Yisheng" is lower than these two, then according to the rules of the game, even if he rushes to the top ten in the preliminary competition of "Fang Yisheng", he will be ruthlessly eliminated.
"Fang Yisheng" is the protagonist. If the dignified protagonist was sacrificed because of two NPC characters, it would not be worth it.
Thinking of this, Qi Jin suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly logged into her Weibo account.
- I didn't see the @ in my imagination.
Qi Jin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the Cross-Bridge Rice Noodles did not invite herself to watch the game like the previous one. It seems that the other party should just be on a whim that day.
Feeling a lot more relaxed all of a sudden, I closed Weibo without even thinking about it.
Completely ignored a letter in the "unfollowed person's private message" mailbox with no message prompt.
Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: I'm sorry to ask you to come to cheer up that day, but thank you for coming. In addition, the following is my QQ number, if it is convenient, please add it, some words... I want to say it in person.