The moonlight shone through the gaps in the blinds, clearly reflecting the overlapping figures on the wall.
It took a while for his distracted eyes to refocus on the sweaty eyes and brows in front of him.
Too out of control, Qin Qingzhuo thought. If the previous night could be explained by drunkenness, tonight was completely sober and indulged. I never thought I would do such a thing in the studio before, and I never thought I would indulge another person to such an extent.
However, when looking into Jiang Ji's eyes, he felt that the feeling of losing control and sinking was so wonderful that it was irresistible.
The young man who had been so violent just now had disappeared. He was just hovering above her, his dark eyes looking at her intently, revealing some tenderness and affection.
Jiang Ji gently touched his lower lip with his finger, and it felt warm and smooth. Qin Qingzhuo subconsciously pursed his lips and frowned: "What is this..."
"I don't know if it's yours or mine," Jiang Ji looked at the vivid and indescribable expression on his face and tried to hold back his laughter. "Teacher Qin, how does it taste?"
Qin Qingzhuo raised his hand to wipe his lower lip, paused, and suddenly his mind became active. His palm fell on the back of Jiang Ji's head, and he raised his head to kiss him with a little force, and smiled: "You will know if you try it."
Jiang Ji cooperated by lowering his head and kissing him. The tip of his tongue pushed back and forth, and no one could tell where it went in the end. Anyway, both of them tasted it.
So they tossed and turned for another round before they finally calmed down. They lay on the carpet hugging each other, and Qin Qingzhuo unconsciously stroked Jiang Ji's fingertips.
The skin with thin calluses feels slightly grainy to the touch, and the touch is somewhat addictive.
He didn't like calluses on his fingertips when practicing guitar before, so he was more used to using a pick than fingerstyle. But now he felt that Jiang Ji's fingers with thin calluses were very sexy, especially when they touched his skin, which always gave Qin Qingzhuo a very subtle feeling, probably a feeling that could easily arouse him.
He was a little sleepy, and his voice was a little hoarse with sleepiness: "Are you going back later?"
Section 97
"Well," Jiang Ji whispered, "I'll leave after you fall asleep."
The newly rented rehearsal room is located in a remote area, and the surrounding area is not as lively as Honglu Street. Although Jiang Bei knows that she must lock the door, it is not safe for an eight-year-old girl to live alone. She feels uneasy if she doesn't go back to check on Jiang Ji.
The attic is very quiet, with a sense of seclusion and tranquility.
Qin Qingzhuo felt drowsy, but Jiang Ji did not show any obvious signs of sleepiness.
He looked at the attic in the moonlight, and thought of how he felt that night as he walked on the second floor and opened door after door. He could still clearly remember the feeling of anxiety, uneasiness, and fear of loss.
"The attic is so secluded," Jiang Ji asked, "why didn't you just hide here that day?"
"That day..." Qin Qingzhuo recalled that evening when he was in this attic. After receiving the message from Li Zi, he began to feel very uneasy. He always felt that Jiang Ji was so smart that he would definitely find this place soon. And he really didn't know what to say to Jiang Ji. He was restless for a while and decided to hide away. Unexpectedly, he was still blocked by Jiang Ji at the wall.