"The swallows are back."
"Hmm?"
"I think I like you more and more."
"Um?"
"Um what?"
Yan Gui's hands were firmly wrapped around Wei Yang's back. Perhaps because he felt that she was too short, he picked her up and made her look at him at eye level. "Yes, I know."
Ah, Wei Yang's face turned red, feeling so embarrassed. She didn't expect Yan Gui to react like this.
Yan Gui couldn't help himself, he buried his head in Wei Yang's neck and chuckled: "What's wrong, are you shy? Hmm."
This "hmm" sounded particularly charming coming from Yan Gui's throat.
Wei Yang hugged his neck, whispered softly in his ear, and imitated him to utter the single syllable from her chest: "Hmm." Yan Gui seemed to be able to feel the trembling of the veins in her neck, slightly itchy, tingling and numb, which made his heart curl up.
"How should I love you?" Yan Gui whispered.
Wei Yang was about to speak when he suddenly saw the bead curtain swaying. He quickly pushed Yan Gui hard and jumped off him. Xiao Cao had already lifted the curtain and entered, respectfully holding two bowls of steaming soup.
"General, Miss, this is the soup that Youlan just made." The little maid looked at Yan Gui nervously, as if she just realized that she had come in at a wrong time.
"Put it down." Wei Yang cleared her throat and ordered.
The little maid got Wei Yang's approval and fled from the room. She was caught when she was talking about the general today. Although it was not bad, it was not good. Didn't you see that Konggu and Sister Youlan were so scared that they didn't even dare to send soup? They specially asked her to come because they were afraid.
Yan Gui dragged a chair and sat down, holding a spoon in one hand and reaching out to Wei Yang with the other: "Come here."
Wei Yang looked at the still swaying bead curtain, and moved closer to Yan Gui step by step: "I'll do it myself." Before she could finish her words, Yan Gui pulled her to sit on his lap.
A porcelain spoon slowly moved through the steaming soup, scooped up a spoonful, placed it under his lips, and blew gently. The rising mist concealed the clouds in his eyes.
"Here, try it." Yan Gui placed the cooled soup at Wei Yang's lips.
Wei Yang couldn't refuse, so she had to open her mouth to take it. Before she could swallow a mouthful, the second spoonful was handed to her. Wei Yang looked at Yan Gui with wide eyes, as if silently saying, I haven't finished eating yet. At this moment, Wei Yang's mouth was puffed up, and she looked very cute.
Yan Gui couldn't help but chuckle and swallowed a mouthful of the soup.
The two of them started eating, taking turns. At first, Wei Yang felt a little uncomfortable, but by the end she simply nestled in Yan Gui's arms, obediently opening her cherry-red mouth, waiting for Yan Gui to feed her.
After two bowls of soup were scooped up, Wei Yang was still unaware, and she was still lazily leaning in Yan Gui's arms, squinting her eyes and slightly parting her lips. Yan Gui lowered his head and offered his lips to hers.
Well, before she could react, Yan Gui's tongue had already entered her mouth, covering her scream. He held her waist with one hand, and raised his other hand to gently cover her wide-open eyes.
Wei Yang struggled, but because she was too weak, she could only let go in frustration and closed her eyes obediently.
The familiar scent, sweet and alluring, made Wei Yang forget her nervousness. She slowly relaxed and immersed herself in Yan Gui's increasingly mature skills.
Yan Gui was completely absorbed in himself, his breathing became more rapid, and his face flushed. Wei Yang felt like she was about to suffocate, but Yan Gui pestered her even more, causing her heart to palpitate.