Chapter 1384 - 1383: Bitten by Mosquitoes Last Night?
In a daze, she suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist to avoid falling.
Yan Yan held her in this position and strode toward the bedroom next door.
Once inside the room, he laid her onto the soft bed, not waiting for the young girl to react, he pressed down again, covering her body.
The kiss landed, mixed with the unique scent of the man.
The temperature in the entire room gradually began to rise.
His eyes, burning, stared at her flushed little face, his lips beside her ear: "I told you, once back, I won’t let you go again."
The aggressiveness in his tone made Yun Qiluo instinctively pull back her neck, tense enough that even her toes curled up.
She then tried to hide in the nest of blankets beside her, but soon she was pulled back by the man and continued to be kissed.
"Beautiful woman..."
Noticing her tension, Yan Yan lifted his head, raised an eyebrow: "Afraid?"
"Mm." Yun Qiluo nodded weakly, her cheeks red.
"Afraid of what?"
The young girl hesitated for a long while before softly saying, "I’ve heard it can hurt a lot."
Yan Yan was stunned, then unable to help but smile, realizing this was why she had been so timid all this time?
"It won’t," he kissed her eyelids, soothingly, his voice low and gentle, "I wouldn’t bear to let you feel pain."
His face took on a flushed hue, the corners of his eyes slightly red, making his already stunning face even more striking.
His gaze was gentle yet serious.
Yun Qiluo’s eyelashes couldn’t help but tremble.
Yan Yan bent down to kiss her again, his voice hoarse yet serious: "Little Gua, I love you deeply, I want to possess you completely."
His fingertips ran through her hair, lowering his gaze intently upon her.
"Don’t you want me too? Hmm?"
The young girl was tinged with a soft pink all over, her eyes wandering, eyelashes fluttering. After a while, she buried her face in his chest.
With a voice like a mosquito’s buzz, she said: "I do."
She also wished for the beautiful woman to belong to her.
Yan Yan’s lips curled into a gentle smile, lowering to peck at her lips: "Be good, I’ll be gentle, alright?"
"Mm..."
The young girl responded softly, very quietly, but Yan Yan heard her clearly.
His throat involuntarily moved, tightening, his eyes dark as the sea.
The rain outside continued, the air wet and cold, while inside the room, the temperature was increasingly warm and intimate.
All sounds were drowned out by the rain.
.
The next afternoon, the rain that fell all night finally stopped, the weather rarely cleared, silently the sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the curtains.
The once tidy bedroom seemed like it had experienced a war, utterly disordered.
The young girl lay sideways in the blankets, her brow slightly furrowed, her breathing soft and asleep soundly, seemingly exhausted.
Her arm resting on the quilt, originally white and tender, marked with countless traces, appeared particularly striking.
She didn’t know how long had passed until her eyelashes moved gently.
Her consciousness gradually returned, before even opening her eyes, she felt an unusual discomfort all over, as if run over by a car, unwillingly furrowing her brows.
After a good while, she slowly opened her eyes, finally adapting to the surrounding light.
Looking down, she saw the marks on her body.
She froze for a moment, blinking, her first reaction was that she was under a mosquito attack last night.