Chu Zhi thought that there were little roses, little peony, little peony, and little lily outside Lu Jiaheng.
The only thing he never thought was that the person beside him turned out to be a little chrysanthemum.
She had known him for so long, and after getting along with him for so long, she didn't think he had any qualities that could be used by a shovel. She had almost forgotten about it, thinking that it was just a casual joke between him and Cheng Yi. .
I just didn't expect that this stubble could be pulled out after so many years.
Chu Zhi felt that her memory was pretty good, and she still remembered things from a long time ago.
She sat obediently on the shoe cabinet, didn't notice what he was doing, and sorted out her thoughts in a bit of a daze.
As a result, there was a lot of trouble for a long time. What was the reason for her petty awkwardness and those unspoken self-confidence for so many days.
Chu Zhi let out a long sigh and suddenly felt like a fool.
Over there, Lu Jiaheng continued to take off her coat slowly.
Chu Zhi rested her hands on the edge of the shoe cabinet, her sleeves were still on, her coat was long, and part of her was sitting under her buttocks, so she couldn't take off her clothes.
She came back to her senses and looked up at him: "Does your roommate like boys?"
Lu Jiaheng gave a "um", without raising his eyes, pinched the edge of her jacket with his fingers, and peeled off her shoulders attentively.
Chu Zhi licked her lips: "Then does he have a boyfriend?"
"No."
Chuzhi's coat was half peeled off by him, the collar drooped down softly, and hung on the crook of his arm half-worn: "Then does he have someone he likes?"
"Yes, but he's a straight man who likes women."
Chu Zhi blinked and said "ah": "What should I do, didn't he just fall out of love?"
"So he's changed his dressing style now, like a professional makeup artist."
Emotions are great.
Chu Zhi sighed.
No one spoke for a while, only the soft sound of the fabric rubbing against each other.
After three seconds of silence, Chu Zhi suddenly said, "Lu Jiaheng."
He still hung his head, and made a low "um" from his nose.
Chu Zhi lowered her head, looked at his low-covered eyelashes, and pursed her lips: "Why are you taking off my clothes."
At this moment, a pair of slender and beautiful hands of the man landed on her neckline, holding the button of the shirt with his fingertips and slowly unbuttoning it.
She had originally buttoned all the way to the top one, but he had already undone the top two, revealing a graceful neck line and a beautiful collarbone.
He moved slowly, and occasionally his knuckles rubbed against her neck unintentionally.
Chu Zhi shrank her shoulders and ducked back.
She went back and he moved forward, like dancing a tango, until her back was against the cold wall. She raised her hand to push him, but her hand was caught by the half-hanging coat and raised it at a fifty-degree angle. , can't lift it up.
Lu Jiaheng finally raised his eyelashes, something else was entangled in his dark peach eyes.
That thing was like a magnet, attractive and spread deep layer by layer, Chu Zhi couldn't even react for a while, so she just stared at him blankly with a dumbfounded expression.
His fingers still landed on her neckline, and the three buttons on the neckline had been undone. He moved his fingers lightly, and his fingertips seemed to brush the delicate skin of her chest.
The touch was clear and delicate, and Chu Zhi trembled uncontrollably.
Lu Jiaheng gave a deep laugh, and finally let go of her button, moved her fingers slightly upwards, her fingertips resting on her collarbone, leaned her head down, almost lip to lip distance: "Have you finished all your questions?"
Chu Zhi swallowed her saliva, nodded, and shook her head again, with a thin voice: "No..."
His lips are already attached.
Covering her lips carefully and restrainedly, the wet tongue swept across her lips, and her voice was vague: "Then what else is there to ask..."
Where can she speak.
His lips were held by him, and just as he opened his mouth slightly, he sneaked in as if he had planned for a long time, wrapped around her and nibbled and sucked, and even his breath was seized, let alone words.
Chu Zhi slightly raised her head, pulled her neck into a slender line, and accepted his kiss jerky and obediently.
She squeezed the edge of the shoe cabinet tightly with her fingers, and her body moved slightly forward involuntarily.
At first, his movements were gentle and restrained, but at the back, as if he couldn't hold back, he squeezed into her legs and pulled the tip of her tongue into his mouth.
Chuzhi's tongue was numb, and something was about to overflow from the corner of her mouth.
She blushed, her wet eyes widened, and she swallowed hard.
The next second, he buckled her waist with his hands, the hem of his shirt was pulled out of his jeans, his scorching palms pressed against her waist, and his fingertips moved up slowly and delicately along the depression in the back.
The little girl was placed on the shoe cabinet by him, trapped in front of him, her whole body was shaking slightly, she made a small sound like a cub, and her slender body seemed to be crushed with a little effort.
A look of being bullied miserably, with red eyes, looked at him blankly.
Lu Jiaheng bit her lips lightly, withdrew the tip of her tongue, and stopped moving her hands.
She breathed in the fresh air eagerly, she softened, and he grabbed the back of her neck and lifted it up slightly. In the next second, the man's moist and warm lips touched the delicate skin of her neck, leaving traces on her lips and teeth.
Feeling numb in pain, Chu Zhi whimpered, feeling the thin layer of skin covering the arteries around her neck being gently licked, kissed and sucked by him.
Like the lubrication of a medieval vampire before eating, and she is regarded as the freshest food to be sacrificed to the devil.
The space at the entrance was silent. His head was buried between her neck and all the way down. A slight tingling sensation was accompanied by other strange sensations. Chu Zhi opened her eyes blindly, and her vision was scattered by the dim yellow overhead lights.
Lu Jiaheng moved for a while, his lips and tongue moved down inch by inch, biting on her slender collarbone, and the tip of his nose rubbed down.
His breath was hot and pressed against her chest, and at some point, the fourth button of his shirt was also opened.
Further down is a rounded soft bulge, and the edges of the taupe-pink lace fabric looming over the messy neckline.
Until the fabric rubs, the last layer of the inside of the shirt is exposed to the cold air.
Fifth.
His lips were pressed against the tender white flesh, and the thin stubble of his chin that he didn't have time to scrape rubbed red, and the hand that had been wandering on the back slowly descended, went around the waist, and attached to the gentle lower abdomen, flexible and flexible. His fingertips dipped slightly along the edge of the jeans and touched the metal button.
With a soft sound, the waist relaxed.
The man's slender fingers hooked on the waistband of the jeans and pulled it down. His movements were slow and long, as if he was in the middle of the night.
In that instant, something collapsed.
The empty space in Chu Zhi's brain was ignited by brushing the ground.
She trembled all over, raised her head, and shrank back incessantly, the corners of her eyes were crystal and moist, and a low moan and sobbing overflowed involuntarily from her throat.
She appeared in front of him embarrassed, and he was fully clothed, only breathing sloppily, so hot that she felt like she was about to burn up.
The unequal sense of shame, the accompanying fear, and a little unspeakable, unspeakable unfamiliar desire.
Her eyes were trembling with tears, and her soft voice called him by his name with a crying voice: "Lu Jiaheng...don't..."
The man in front of him suddenly stopped.
His head was buried in front of her, his fingertips were slightly indented against the wet cloth, and he remained motionless, leaving only his hot breath to scald her: "Afraid?"
Her whole body was red, and her small body shrank back, the soft part was like milk pudding, trembling gently with her dishonest movements.
Chu Zhi raised her head, looking ignorant and tender and crying, she looked for him with big, confused eyes with tears in her eyes.
no.
Still too small.
Lu Jiaheng's free hand suddenly raised and covered her eyes.
He sighed lowly and spoke, his voice terribly hoarse: "Stop moving."
There was darkness in his vision, Chu Zhi raised his head slightly, not daring to move at all.
She felt his hot lips slowly move away, her fingertips pulled away, she felt the edge of the scattered shirt being pulled up and covered by him, and she even seemed to feel his gaze swept across every inch of her skin, breathing heavily and again rapid.
Vision is deprived, and the remaining senses seem to be infinitely magnified and become extra sensitive.
Chu Zhi's instep was stretched straight, her slippers had already fallen off, her legs were holding him tightly, her lips were red and swollen, her voice was choked, she was dependent and helpless: "Lu Jiaheng..."
Lu Jiaheng covered her eyes with blue veins on the back of her hand, gritted her teeth tightly, and his breathing became heavier, "Don't call me..."
He grabbed a piece of clothing and wrapped her up, took him out of the tangled coat, and as soon as his arms were freed, her soft little arms actively wrapped around his neck and buried her head in the neck socket. .
Even now, she still completely trusted him.
Lu Jiaheng patted her back in a soothing way, and walked into the bedroom.
She was still shaking, a small group shrank in her arms, the exposed areas were all red, and the red mark on the neck just dropped by him was deep and shallow, spreading down and disappearing into the wrapped clothes .
Lu Jiaheng hugged her and sat beside the bed, Chuzhi slowed down for a while, then moved slowly, her little hands groping around.
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes: "moving what?"
Chu Zhi lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice, "My pants..."
She pushed back against his chest with one hand, and with the other hand on his leg, her buttocks just moved back a little, touching something hard.
Such a soft group sat on it, and Lu Jiaheng snorted.
It was like a sound in his throat, low and hoarse, making the scalp tingle.
Chu Zhi froze, and just recovered a little, the whole person trembled again, and quickly retracted again, not daring to move at all, and the redness that had faded half of it spread again.
She lowered her eyes, didn't dare to look at him, and stammered: "I'm sorry..."
The muscles of her arm that Lu Jiaheng was holding were tensed, but the strength was controlled gently. He stood up silently, put her on the bed, pulled the quilt with one hand and wrapped her, then stood up, turned and walked to the bathroom.
Chuzhi hid under the covers and stared at the ceiling.
No one has come to live in this house for a long time, but the room doesn't have that long-lasting dust smell. Someone should clean it.
She tucked into the quilt, buttoned her shirt, and stuck her head out of the quilt again.
The bathroom was quiet, with only bright warm lights behind the frosted glass, and a slight rustling sound.
After a moment of silence, the sound of rushing water sounded.
Chu Zhi's face was red and her ears were red, and she suddenly covered the quilt again.
She's not a child anymore, of course she knows what he's doing.
Everything just now was so clear, and even she still had that kind of tingling pain left on her body.
His beard was really painful.
Chu Zhi held her mouth and rubbed her chest through her clothes, then reacted suddenly and let go of her hand like an electric shock.
Actions that didn't feel right at first seem to be doing nothing right now.
Chu Zhi turned over and lay on the bed, buried her head deep in the pillow, and rolled over with the pillow.
After rolling for a long time, Lu Jiaheng came out.
The little girl hid herself under the quilt, only revealing a pair of dark eyes, looking at him cautiously and nervously.
He seemed to be taking a bath by the way, grabbed a towel over his head and rubbed it with one hand, walked to the bed and looked down at her: "Is it uncomfortable? Go take a shower?"
"… "
With a swipe, the quilt was pulled up high over his head again, Chu Zhi kicked his legs frantically in the quilt, and seemed to have a very strong desire to kick him directly.
Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, pulled the edge of the quilt down, and dug her head out of it.
Sure enough, the little girl blushed again, she lay flat on the bed, she bit her lips and glared at him with her hands on her fluffy earlobes: "Bastard..."
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and stated the facts calmly: "At the beginning, you just got wet."
Chuzhi: "..."
If she were the teapot, she should have exploded by now.
Chu Zhi seemed to feel hot air gushing out from her ears, she screamed, and the whole body got back into the quilt, forming a bulging ball, and the voice was muffled by scolding him: "You Is it a pervert! Lu Jiaheng bastard! Perversion! Neurosis!"