They didn't know how they kissed each other, and at that moment Yan Yan couldn't even remember who took the initiative. He only knew that he wanted to kiss, to be kissed, to hug, and to be hugged, the kind that would not stop until he exerted all his strength.
Just like in his out-of-control imagination, in the quiet, empty room, they kissed and exchanged each other's heat. Zhuang Yiyun held his waist with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, exerting a little force for him to raise his head to bear it. He crossed his arms behind Zhuang Yiyun's neck and held his chest in his arms.
It was different from their first kiss, when Zhuang Yiyun was violent and savage, and it was more like a fight than a kiss. In just two days, he seemed to have taken some advanced training courses, and his kissing skills improved by leaps and bounds. When the tip of her tongue swept over him, he trembled as if an electric current was passing through him, and when she held his lips, there was a kind of tenderness that melted away the ice and snow.
The corners of his forehead and neck were all covered in sweat, and his eyes and lips were wet. His lips were as red as blood, and it hurt a little, probably because his skin was rubbed. Yan Yan panted softly, and their lips slightly moved apart, looked at each other, and kissed again.
Zhuang Yiyun's hands went down, cupping his hips with a little force, and Yan Yan instinctively understood what he meant. With this force, he lifted his legs and hooked them around his waist. His slippers fell off with a click, just like his completely immersed heart.
His heart was beating, and his blood was boiling in his veins. When Yan Yan was carried to the sofa, he kicked his feet on the sofa backrest, with a hint of impatience. Zhuang Yiyun was attracted by his appearance and lost control, and sat down directly. Yan Yan sat on his lap, and the two hugged and kissed face to face. Yan Yan was wearing loose and light home clothes. The looseness was supposed to cover up, but the two of them were so close, it only highlighted the thinness of the fabric, outlining their figures clearly.
Zhuang Yiyun's voice had become completely hoarse, and he called him emotionally: "Yan Yan..."
When he called out, Yan Yan was attracted by his voice, hugged Zhuang Yiyun's neck, and bit his empty left earlobe. He was very fierce, as if he wanted to leave a mark on Zhuang Yiyun's left ear to make it symmetrical with the earring on the right.
After getting the response, Zhuang Yiyun almost broke his waist.
"Well...be gentle..."
Yan Yansong gasped with his mouth wide open, his mind blank. He felt just like he did two days ago when he was surfing and rushing towards the big waves.
He spoke, and Zhuang Yiyun responded without hesitation, letting go of him and turning over, leaving him in the shadow. Yan Yan opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was broken, and his mind was full of magma.
The curtains were not closed, and the winter afternoon sun shone obliquely on them, making Yan Yan feel even hotter and more excited, as if he might be spied on at any time. Not willing to be outdone, he pulled Zhuang Yiyun's shirt out of his trouser waistband.
Like an arrow on a bow, suddenly, there was a sound of marimba. The sound was particularly prominent in the quiet space. It was Zhuang Yiyun's cell phone ringtone. Zhuang Yiyun ignored it. Yan Yan called him, but he bit his lip again.
But the phone never gave up. After it rang once and hung up automatically, it rang again soon. Yan Yan climbed up his upper body and took the phone out of his trouser pocket.
"It's so noisy, answer the phone."
"How do you answer? Answer while you're doing it?" Zhuang Yiyun's eyes were like a wolf, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him. Yan Yan suspected that all the vulgar words Dr. Zhuang had said in his life were in front of him. He hadn't even done it yet, and he was so powerful.