From the entrance to the bathroom, clothes were scattered all over the floor.
Section 114
The bathroom was filled with steam, and the water from the shower fell on my body and splashed on the ground. The sound of water was mixed with the rising and falling sounds of breathing.
Occasionally, there were one or two muffled voices, such as "hold tight" and "make a sound".
In fact, Qin Qingzhuo didn't like to make any sound at this time. He couldn't explain why, but he was used to swallowing all the sounds he made.
When Jiang Ji first discovered this habit of his, he would make him make sounds more than once during the process. Later, Jiang Ji found that Qin Qingzhuo would make sounds unconsciously when he was extremely out of control, so he began to find ways to make Qin Qingzhuo lose control.
When Qin Qingzhuo loses control, he will cry out from his throat, with a bit of hoarseness at the end, which sounds very nice.
After it was over, Jiang Ji helped Qin Qingzhuo clean up his body and carried him to the bedroom on the second floor.
Putting Qin Qingzhuo on the bed, Jiang Ji pressed on him lightly and kissed his Adam's apple: "You screamed especially beautifully today."
"What..." Qin Qingzhuo laughed, the hoarseness in his voice still not completely gone, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't scream."
"Yes, I yelled," Jiang Ji admitted it for him, "I yelled while crying."
Qin Qingzhuo laughed a few times and inserted his fingers into Jiang Ji's hair and rubbed it: "Would you like some wine?"
"Are you celebrating that Shi Yao was fired?" Jiang Ji asked.
"Yes," Qin Qingzhuo nodded, "It will become clear soon."
"Then I'll go get it," Jiang Ji rolled down from the bed, "What kind of wine would you like to drink?"
"There's a bottle of plum wine on the wine cabinet with the Su San logo on it," Qin Qingzhuo also propped himself up on the bed and sat up, "It's brewed by the boss lady of Su San herself. I want to drink that."
"Okay." Jiang Ji responded and went downstairs to get the wine.
Jiang Ji picked up the bottle of orange-yellow, crystal clear plum wine from the wine cabinet, then found two glass wine glasses from the cupboard and went upstairs with them in his hands.
When I walked back to the bedroom, Qin Qingzhuo was no longer lying in bed. He was wrapped in a bathrobe, half squatting in front of the square table on the balcony, striking a match.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, he looked up at Jiang Ji and said, "Turn off the lights."
Jiang Ji raised his arm and turned off the ceiling light with the back of his hand: "Do you want to light a candle?"
"Well," Qin Qingzhuo held the lit long match close to the candle wick, "Let's create some atmosphere."
Jiang Ji walked to the balcony and put the wine on the square table: "Then do you want to play some music?"
"There are records in the bedside drawer," Qin Qingzhuo blew out the match in his hand, "you can pick the one you like.
Jiang Ji was picking out records in the drawer, while Qin Qingzhuo opened the bottle of plum wine, poured the wine into two glasses, then picked up one of the glasses and lay down on the fluffy, wobbly big recliner next to him.
A slow cello piece of music came from the record player. Jiang Ji walked over and took another glass of wine from the table.
"Why did you pick this one?" Qin Qingzhuo half-lying on the recliner looked at him.
"Look, your name is written on it," Jiang Ji walked over and sat by the bay window, "Are all the cello pieces you played in there?"
"Yeah," Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "I recorded it when I was in college."
The plum wine had a sweet and sour fruity aroma, and the taste was rich and mellow. The two of them didn't speak at first. After drinking for a while, Qin Qingzhuo sat up a little: "Chat for a while?"