The bedside lamp reflected on her blushing face.
He put his elbows on her cheeks and tried to lift up his body, his back stretched hard and straight, even though his desire could not be concealed, he restrained his patience, and said in a dumb voice: "Jojo, I want You." He kissed her eyes, breathing hot: "Okay?"
She seemed to wake up, a panic flashed through her opened eyes, and Horch caught her.
Still not working, she is still afraid.
He squeezed his hand against her face into a fist, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were almost violent, but his voice was still low and soft: "Then you sleep well."
He kissed her on the lips, straightened up to leave.
She suddenly looped her arms around his neck, pulled his half-separated body back, and then kissed his lips.
Horch was surprised, but she had already proactively stretched out her tongue, touching his lips awkwardly and carefully. The faint scent of wine wrapped people up like a veil, and he smiled silently. He stretched one hand to her waist and pressed her whole body to him, and one hand clasped the back of her neck, so that she had to lean back halfway. Head, open his mouth to respond to the deepening of his lips and tongue.
A kiss full of desire, entwined with each other, almost sucked all her strength. The alcohol smelt away, and the brain should have recovered to clarity, but she became more and more confused. When she reacted, the hand of the back waist had moved up for some time and unbuckled.
She closed her eyes at once, and shouted tremblingly and shyly: "Horch..."
He pulled out his hand, stretched forward, and with a click, turned off the wall lamp.
The whole room was darkened, and the half-drawn curtains let in a ray of moonlight, so light and thin that even his eyebrows could not be seen clearly.
She smelled his scent, desire, throbbing, and sweat, full of crazy charm. The body was pressed down, and each other's skins were hot. Just as she was so empty that she wanted to grasp something, his hands were overlaid, fingers intertwined and entangled.
The thick kiss went all the way down, kissed her chin, kissed her collarbone, and then held her waist with one hand and pushed her up, lowering her head to bite.
Sheng Qiao's head banged, and the cry stuck in his throat. When it overflowed his lips, it turned into a whimper. He still didn't let her go, and sometimes hooked and sucked with the tip of his tongue. She hunched back and was pulled back fiercely by him.
With sweat on his palm, he raised his body forward and sealed her lips again, but he held her hand on his waist, gasping in a low voice, "Jojo, help me untie it."
She was shaking her fingers so badly that she didn't know what to do, but he was patient and took her hand to fumble, just as she finally untied her shackles awkwardly and flusteredly. Hearing the sound of the bedside drawer, Horch stretched out his hand and took it away. Something out.
In the darkness, her already blushing face became more and more red, and she stammered: "Horch...you...you..."
His hand came up again, her voice turned into a hum. Yin.
Never thought that one day, she would lie on his bed, lying under him. She could feel his hard and hot body, close to each other, without a trace of gap.
He kept kissing her lips, touching every inch of her skin with his hot hands, and said hoarsely: "Jojo, be good, relax."
I could almost hear the oppressive pain in that voice.
Her heart softened at once, and her tight body slowly slackened. He finally found a way to vent, but he was not in a hurry for success, and patiently explored the realm that belonged to him alone.
Sheng Qiao said: "Horch, I hurt..."
He kissed her earlobe, and his voice was low, "Hey, I love you."
The waist was severely controlled, and then moved forward.
All her voice was sealed by his lips.
Tears flowed to the temples, the brain buzzed constantly, and the pain was replaced by fullness. She couldn't feel the world, she could only feel him.
She loves him.
…
Until the latter half of the night, Sheng Qiao was limp and shrank under the bed. She heard Horch get up, and then slapped the wall lamp on. She covered her head with a quilt, and she was ashamed to cry: "Don't turn on the lights!"
He laughed low, took off the nightgown from the hanger and put it on, went to the bathroom to put hot water, and took out a clean bath towel from the closet, squatted on the bedside and coaxed in a low voice: "May I take you to take a bath?" "
Her trembling voice came from the dullness of the quilt: "I wash it myself."
There was another click, and the light dimmed again.
Horch touched her head through the quilt, and whispered, "Hey, I'll take you, and the lights are off."
She just took off the quilt in a daunting manner, knowing how she couldn't hide, let Horch lift the quilt, wrap her in a bath towel, and then hug her to the bathroom.
The hot water has been put away. Without turning on the light, the bathroom was darker, but he was familiar with the road, put her in the bathtub carefully, and asked, "Is the water temperature right?"
She responded in a low voice and repeated: "I wash it myself."
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she could gradually see the moving water patterns and the upper part of her body exposed in the air.
With a clatter, Sheng Qiao hadn't reacted yet, he had already picked up his whole body, half hugging against the slippery wall.
There was only time to cry: "Horch, you are too much!"
After that, there was nothing left. Yin.
…
Sheng Qiao slept until the next afternoon. When he opened his eyes, the aches and discomforts all over his body screamed into his brain. She covered her head with the quilt and let out a dry howl.
It was difficult to even turn over. I sat up on my back, and there was a set of white pajamas next to the bed, which looked new, very similar to the bear pajamas she used to wear.
She put on clothes and got out of bed laboriously. Every step she took, the roots of her legs became weak. She wanted to scold her. That was her baby idol again. She couldn't bear to scold her, but she was upset in the end.
Finally walked out the door, walked to the top of the stairs, and heard Horch answering the phone downstairs: "Yes, Jojo, she was drunk last night, she was vomiting badly, and she was still asleep, ah, aunt, don’t worry, she has taken medicine. I'll take her back after dinner later."
Sheng Qiao:...
It's no longer the idol that stood tall in the dust.
She dragged the fairy to the world.
Horch hung up the phone, turned around to see her upstairs, and smiled softly: "Wake up?"
Sheng Qiao pouted and did not speak. He walked upstairs, leaned over and kissed her forehead, then reached out and lifted her up and down the stairs. He hugged her, the smell that belonged to him was all over his body again, and his face turned red again for a while, and he hurriedly looked out the window.
Only then did I discover that it was snowing.
The branches were covered with snow, but the house was full of heating. Horch put her on the sofa, touched the strawberry print on her neck with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Boil the porridge and it will be done soon. Sit here and don't move around."
She found herself finished.
When he touched her, his body was immediately trembling with sensitivity, and it was almost fatal.
Busily pushed his hand away: "Okay! Go ahead!"
Horch smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen. After a while, he brought the porridge and vegetables out and put them on the coffee table. Waiting for the bowl to cool before serving it to her, watching her sip the porridge, suddenly asked: "Does it still hurt?"
Sheng Qiao almost choked to death by porridge.
Horch was pumping tissues and patting her back again, and as soon as she looked up, she was ashamed and annoyed to complain: "What do you mean?!"
There was a smile in his eyes, but his voice was low: "Sorry, be softer next time."
Sheng Qiao was so ashamed that he wanted to escape.
After eating, Horch didn't allow her to move, turned on the TV to let her watch, and went to clean up the kitchen. When I came out, I heard Sheng Qiao answering the phone: "No today, I drank too much yesterday, and now my head is still dizzy, um, my complexion is not good, it must be unsightly in the photo, so let's push it to the day after tomorrow."
After saying a few words, I hung up the phone, looked up and saw Horch looking at her with a faint smile, and explained in a low voice: "Big Brother asked me to take a magazine." After a pause, he plucked up the courage and said fiercely: "What a smile? Blame you!"
"Well, blame me." He walked over, stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, "Watch TV for a while and send you home at night."
The snow outside the window was still silent, the curtains were half drawn, and the room was warm and cozy, she shrank in his arms, and for a moment, she almost suspected that everything was like a dream.
Too good, always worried about losing.
But his embrace is so real, the smell is so real, um, the abdominal muscles are also real.
She was sneaking through a thin layer of fabric.
After touching for a long time, when he heard shortness of breath on the top of his head, Horch gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, is it?"
Sheng Qiao retracted his hand and felt wronged: "I'll just touch my abdominal muscles, what's wrong."
Horch rubbed her chest blankly.
Sheng Qiao was dumbfounded.
Horch: "I'll just touch my chest, what's the matter?"
Sheng Qiao: "..."
The idol has gone bad.