Ying Yanluo's back was sunken in the soft bed, in front of her was the man's strong and hot body, their lips and tongues were still entangled together, her nostrils were filled with a familiar breath, so strong that it made her heart palpitate for no reason, and her head felt like it was filled with tofu.
Su Weichu kissed her deeply, licking every corner completely. Her slender waist was just a hand's length away, fragile yet resilient. His long fingers pinched a corner of her thin shirt without warning.
"Hmm..."
The sound came out from the gap between their lips, and in such an environment, it was too ambiguous and obscene. Ying Yanluo's already red cheeks were stained with a new layer of red. Her clear eyes widened a little, as if she couldn't believe that such a sound came from her.
Su Weichu also paused, then bit her lips. Su Yingyan could not bear his dominance. She didn't even have time to swallow the saliva that was exchanged back and forth. She had difficulty breathing and her eyes gradually lost focus.
Su Weichu began by kissing her jaw, then moved down to her slender white neck, leaving a series of dense kisses. The skin under his hands was warm and delicate, like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.
"Ah—" Ying Yanluo cried out again.
His hands...
Ying Yanluo subconsciously reached out to push his shoulder, but her strength was no different from tickling. He raised his hand, grabbed her wrist and pressed it down on the bed.
Ying Yanluo met his gaze, which was as dark as before, revealing an unspeakable sense of danger. She panted in panic and struggled a few times with her hand held by him, "Su...Su Weichu..."
Su Weichu's head, which was about to move forward, stopped and looked at her deeply. Her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, her lips were red and swollen from being rubbed before, her Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the palm holding her wrist couldn't help but use a little force.
"Don't do this, I'm a little scared--" Ying Yanluo said in a low and intermittent voice. She was really scared and her nerves were stretched to the limit.
Su Weichu's expression changed slightly as he listened to her words. He endured, suppressed, and controlled himself. After three seconds, he pulled his hand out from under her clothes, but his strong body pressed down.
“Su Wei…” Ying Yanluo screamed and struggled subconsciously.
Su Weichu pressed on her and hugged her. He rested his head on her neck and soothed her in a hoarse voice, "Yan Yan, don't move. I won't do anything. Just let me hold you."
After he finished speaking, Ying Yanluo slowly stopped struggling. Even through two layers of clothes, she could still feel the temperature of his body, the sound of his strong and powerful heartbeats, and... her cheeks were burning, but she dared not move.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and then Su Weichu raised his head and looked into her eyes, "Sorry, I scared you."
Although his body was still burning hot, his eyes were no longer filled with danger like before, and looked much clearer. He must have woken up. Ying Yanluo relaxed a little, shook his head slowly, and said in a dry voice, "No... I'm fine."
Su Weichu smiled and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, "I'll go take a shower first." Then he got up from her body, walked towards the cloakroom, and took out a set of clean pajamas. He didn't even glance at her and went straight into the bathroom.
Ying Yanluo also kept lying on the bed as he left, her palm unconsciously touching her chest, as if something was still left. After a while, she heard the sound of water dripping from inside, her mind was in a mess, she didn't know how they had reached that point just now, when he carried her out of the bathroom, she didn't refuse, and when her wrist was pressed by him, she was full of strength...
By the time Su Weichu came out of the shower, Ying Yanluo had almost adjusted herself. When she approached the cloakroom, she discovered that there were quite a few women's clothes in his cloakroom, including formal dresses, pajamas and home clothes.
Su Weichu was wiping his hair casually, and when he saw her standing in a daze at the door of the cloakroom, he said, "It should be something that mom prepared specially for you."
Ying Yanluo was lying on the bed, with a faint warmth rising in her heart.
Su Weichu walked up to her side and said, "Go take a shower."
Ying Yanluo glanced at him and nodded.
The moment their eyes met, Ying Yanluo immediately sensed that Su Weichu's aura had changed again. His eyes suddenly became deep, just like before... those inappropriate scenes for children instantly emerged in her mind. She grabbed her pajamas and hurriedly said, "I'm going to take a shower." Then she trotted towards the bathroom without looking back.
Su Weichu followed her into the bathroom, exhaled deeply, then walked to the water dispenser nearby, poured himself a glass of cold water and drank it all in one gulp.
Ying Yanluo put her pajamas on the shelf beside her and patted her hot cheeks. Just as she was about to turn on the water heater, she inadvertently glanced at herself in the mirror, her body paused, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were misty, the redness in the corners of her eyes had not yet faded, her lips were swollen beyond recognition, and there were even faint bite marks. There were a few faint red kiss marks on her fair neck. Ying Yanluo instantly thought of the word "charming", a word she had never thought would appear on her. It burned from beginning to end, no wonder his eyes suddenly became strange...
Ying Yanluo finished blow-drying her hair, turned off the lights and came out. The main light in the bedroom had been turned off, leaving only a warm night light for illumination.
Su Weichu looked towards her, lifted the quilt beside him, and patted her face, "Come here."
As soon as Ying Yanluo lay down, Su Weichu held her in his arms, and it was obvious that he was waiting for her.
She snuggled in his arms, smelling the light fragrance of shower gel on his body, and slowly stretched her hand towards his head, thinking of the cold faucet when she turned on the water heater when she took a shower... Logically, how could the faucet be cold when he just finished taking a shower? At the same time, she also noticed that when she entered the bathroom, there was no warm air in the bathroom due to the hot water, so this meant that he used cold water when he took a shower just now...
In this weather, he was actually taking a cold shower? He had just recovered from a cold...
Ying Yanluo was a little confused at the time, and then she felt inexplicably angry. She almost couldn't help but go out to find him, but she soon realized why he took a cold shower.
Su Weichu felt her hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair. He was a little surprised and puzzled, but also a little flattered. It seemed that she had never taken the initiative to do such an intimate thing to him. "Yan Yan."
Ying Yanluo paused what she was doing and called out to him, "Su Weichu?"
Su Weichu originally wanted to ask her what was wrong, but after hearing her calling him, he immediately responded to her gently, "Yes, I'm here."
"Did you take a cold shower just now?" Ying Yanluo asked him.
As soon as she asked this, Su Weichu immediately understood the abnormality at this time. Knowing that she was concerned about him, he smiled and hugged her tighter, "Well, but I'm in good health, I'm fine, I'm not cold."
Ying Yanluo's fingers gently grasped his hair and said in a muffled voice, "Have you forgotten that you had a fever for a while?"
"Isn't it because of overwork?" Su Weichu buried his cheek in her neck and said gently.
Ying Yanluo didn't say anything for several seconds. In his sight, her beautiful face flashed with struggle and hesitation. Finally, she whispered, "Are you feeling better now? Do you want me to help you?"
Su Weichu suddenly felt that he had heard wrongly. His breathing became disordered, his back became stiff, his breathing became heavy, and his voice became hoarse as it could be. "How, how can I help?"
"Can I... use my hands?" Ying Yanluo's voice was a little trembling. She herself had no experience in this, but she was also a very popular love cartoonist. Had she not eaten pork but seen pigs run? She had even drawn a lot of those stumbling scenes...
The string in Su Weichu's head snapped with a "snap", his breathing choked for half a beat, his clear eyes turned blood red, and he tightened the hug little by little, and he forcefully exhaled a breath of burning hot air.
"Yan Yan, don't hook me up."