Life With You

Qiao Aiwen's eyes widened. From too close a distance, she couldn't recognize Ling Yue's facial features at all. There were only someone's closed eyelids and long eyelashes in front of her. She was used to seeing him look so well-dressed and not eating the fireworks. Suddenly incarnate into a beast with a crown, exuding the danger and desire for dominance that belonged to an adult man. She was frightened for a while, and subconsciously made a struggling move, trying to push him away. This action stimulated Ling Yue even more. He opened his mouth and held her with the tip of his tongue. He rushed in arbitrarily, and at the same time, both hands clamped her arms, making her unable to move.

She turned her head, and he chased after him immediately, like a beast that was in a hurry, smelting the air into his body.

Qiao Aiwen was pressed by him to an angle where he couldn't move. He captured her lips again, covered them without any explanation, pried, and stirred...

He was forced to dominate the whole process, she kept shrinking tightly, and it took about half a minute before he stopped slowly, his forehead pressed against the top of her head, lips slightly opened, and heavy breathing.

Qiao Aiwen tilted her head, tears falling uncontrollably, each one of them big.

Upon seeing this, Ling Yue frowned. It was the nerves in his heart that were affected by the collective pain.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, he raised his hand to wipe her tears, Qiao Aiwen hid, his fingers were frozen in the air, and his voice was very low, and he said hoarsely: "I'm sorry..."

"I don't want your sorry, I want you to say, do you like me?"

Qiao Aiwen slowly turned her head straight and looked up at him.

Ling Yue imprisoned her within his sphere of influence, and faced her pitiful eyes filled with grievances, and instantly, it didn't matter.

Thin lips opened, and his voice replied in a low voice: "I like it."

Tears fell faster, Qiao Aiwen asked: "Do you love me?"

Ling Yue said: "Love."

She threw herself into his arms, hugged him, and cried out with a "wow" open mouth. Ling Yue was stunned for a few seconds, and then wrapped her arms around her, firmly encircling her in his arms.

After a long time, when the crying weakened, Qiao Aiwen was in the mood to slowly experience Ling Yue’s embrace. It turned out that he felt this way when he hugged. He looked coldly, but actually he was very hot, the flesh was very strong, and there was laundry detergent on him. Scent.

The two stood motionless and hugged at the door. For a long time, Ling Yue took the lead and said, "Do you want paper?"

Qiao Aiwen sniffed, "No." As he said, she wiped his face sideways.

Ling Yue did not move like a clock, Qiao Aiwen began to be dishonest, rubbing her hands on his back, and muttered, "You have lost a lot."

"Ok."

"Do you think what I think?"

"..."

After waiting for a while without hearing his answer, Qiao Aiwen made a profit in his arms, "Say a word, think I will die?"

Ling Yue hugged his arms tighter, as if for fear of her running away, a low and sweet voice came. He said, "You know why."

The corners of her lips raised uncontrollably. The more Qiao Aiwen tried to pretend to be calm, the higher the curvature of the corners of her lips raised. After trying a few times, her face almost twitched. She couldn't bear it, and replied with a clearly proud voice: " Don’t think that everyone is the roundworm in your stomach. I’m not as heartless as you think. I think you like me. Your self-righteous eyes can knock me back to my original shape. No matter how confident I am, I can't help you denying it again and again, I..."

"I like it, I like it very much." Ling Yue suddenly said, Qiao Aiwen was silent.

After a few seconds, she hugged him vigorously, as if trying to push herself into his body.

When the hug could no longer suppress the surging joy in her heart, Qiao Aiwen took the initiative to raise her head and stared at him unblinkingly. Ling Yue also looked down at her.

"Guess what I'm thinking now?" Qiao Aiwen's lips closed together, her voice softer than usual.

Ling Yue said, "I don't know."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Don't you always think that the other party should know it even if you don't tell me, why don't you say you don't know now?"

Ling Yue said nothing.

Qiao Aiwen stared at him intently. For a moment, she said: "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Don't you want to kiss her?

Ling Yue's brain buzzed, and even his fingertips were a little numb, his body was tight, and the raised apple knot rolled up and down.

Qiao Aiwen raised her head and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, there was a bit of soft weight on her lips. Ling Yue was very gentle this time, gently, as if treating a fragile treasure, Qiao Aiwen slowly opened her mouth to let him Enter, and follow his rhythm, entangled with each other.

Different from the first time he unilaterally plundered, this time it was the cooperation of the two. It was not the first time that Ling Yue was surprised by the softness of her lips, but it was the first time that she knew that her tongue could be so flexible. Every touch fluctuated the sensitive nerves of his body.

In fact, she was very embarrassed. It was the first kiss after all, but she really likes Ling Yue so much. Just like a person who loves ice cream cakes, one day she finally met an ice cream cake that would die if she didn't eat it. Now that the cake is finally in front of her, what else can she do besides eating and gulping?

From passive to active, from youthful to proficient, Qiao Aiwen gradually turned away from the guest. She didn't open her eyes, she didn't see when Ling Yue's face became redder and red, even her ears were red.

She felt that he was too tall, and her neck was sore, so she had to stretch her hand to hook his neck and pull him off. Only after this touch did she know that his skin was hot and slightly damp.

The kiss lasted several tens of seconds, but Ling Yue couldn't help interrupting in the end, and Qiao Aiwen opened her eyes, her eyes filled with stray heat.

Adults, as everyone knows, there is something tangible in the air.

Hearing the sound of swallowing, Ling Yue said, "Are you thirsty?"

Qiao Aiwen was still immersed in the kiss just now, her brain filled with paste, and she replied slowly, "It's okay."

Ling Yue said, "I'm thirsty."

"Oh." She replied, "Then you go and drink."

Ling Yue wanted to leave, but her arm was still around his neck. He raised his hand to break her hand apart, held it in his own hand, and pulled her toward the living room.

Only then did Qiao Aiwen secretly make a face that is ashamed, damn, will she be too desperate and dissatisfied just now?

Walking to the sofa, Ling Yue said: "You sit down for a while."

"Yeah." She was rare and obedient.

He released his hand and walked forward, Qiao Aiwen suddenly called: "Hey."

Ling Yue turned around, she looked at the transparent kettle on the table, "There is water here."

Ling Yue's mind was also dumb, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Looking at the kettle on the table, he stepped forward and swears to the sky that Qiao Aiwen really accidentally saw the middle of his pants. He was wearing beige house pants, soft fabric, which was loose, casual and wide, but it was revealed at this time. Shapes that shouldn’t have appeared.

After this glance, Qiao Aiwen looked away, and the old driver began to be at a loss.