moonlight lure

"I used to stand here and look in the direction of your house."

Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and her slender fingers unconsciously grasped the window sill.

The cool soft lips moved wetly on her neck, neither light nor heavy, like a slow lingering motion.

"At two o'clock from here, you can see the gray roof of your house."

She held her breath gently, her dark eyelashes forming a thin layer of mist from his persistent kiss.

He kissed her thin neck and clasped her curled fingers with his big hands, roughness and softness intertwined.

"I dreamed of you many times. Once I pressed you against this window and kissed you deeply and hard."

There was moisture at the end of her eyes, and there were sour and turbulent ripples in her chest because of his words.

He held her head in his big hands, lowered his head and kissed her lips, as if he was kissing the person in his dream.

"Weiwei, I love you so much."

She closed her eyes, hugged his neck with her arms, opened her lips gently, and responded to him rawly and tenderly.

His kiss gradually turned from an unhurried attack to a strong and fierce possession. The two of them kissed inextricably and did not hear the knock on the door at all. The next second, the door was ajar gently from the outside. Push away.

Out of professionalism, Ji Yanchen was the first to notice the figure outside the door.

Song Shiwei was still immersed in the deep kiss. She opened her eyes blankly and looked at the person who suddenly stopped in front of her. She caught sight of someone outside the door and froze suddenly.

The moment their eyes met, time stopped awkwardly.

The people outside the door were also dumbfounded. They stood outside the door holding the quilt. They seemed to be afraid of their brother's temper. They were at a loss and confessed in panic: "I just heard her saying she was cold! I...I...I was wrong!"

Song Shiwei glanced stiffly at the person in front of her. She didn't push him away, nor did she not push him.

The only person who was calm was Ji Yanchen. He glanced at her red face and made a pun: "No need, your sister-in-law is very hot now."

Song Shiwei took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

World, destroy it!

Song Shiwei wrapped herself in a quilt into a round cocoon and huddled on the bed motionless, as if she had entered a moment of hibernation.

Ji Yanchen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When he saw her like this, he stood at the end of the bed and couldn't help laughing.

He leaned over and patted the cocoon, and joked in a clear voice: "Snail, come out of the hole."

The person under the quilt showed no reaction.

Ji Yanchen suppressed his laughter and knelt on the bed with one knee. He leaned over to find the side of her head and lifted a corner of the quilt. The person inside had a blushing face and sweat on his nose. He looked wilted and very autistic. : "I want to go back to Chengdu."

I can't stay in Huping for another day.

Ji Yanchen laughed, propped his arms on the bed, and peeled off the broken hair that stuck to her face.

She was curled up in the quilt, with only a small face showing, and she looked so cute.

He kissed her on the chin. He smelled the scent of shower gel on her body and thought of the interrupted kiss just now. His eyes darkened and he lowered his voice to coax: "Honey, Jiajia has been an adult for a long time. You don't have to worry." Bringing bad children.”

Song Shiwei buried her face into the quilt with an annoyed face, and said in a muffled voice, "It's not a matter of adulthood."

He held her waist and exerted slight force with his big palm: "What's the problem?"

She hesitated to speak but raised her eyes to look at him, her face depressed and speechless. After a long time, she looked at him and choked out: "It's good to be a man."

He didn't respond: "What?"

"I'm born without shame."

Ji Yanchen: "..." He chuckled and didn't reply. He put a hand on the side of her face, brushed past her and turned off the bedside lamp.

Song Shiwei felt a faint scent of mint hit her face, and then the light in the room suddenly plunged into darkness. The person in front of her grabbed the quilt on her body without warning and vigorously opened it. She shivered from the sudden cold air. , Ben got up and took back the quilt angrily: "Cold!"

Ji Yanchen easily restrained her hand with one hand, threw the quilt off the bed neatly, and said in a very calm tone: "You are covered in a cocoon, can you not be cold?"

She was pushed back to the bed by him. After her eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, she said in a slightly annoyed tone, "What are you doing?"

He clasped her two wrists above her head, pressed down and bit her cheek: "What do you think?"

Song Shiwei frowned and twisted her arms twice while suppressing her voice: "No."

The lingering atmosphere by the window just now was unexpectedly interrupted and announced, which caused a considerable psychological shadow on her. She was feeling depressed now, and she couldn't tell how she wanted him to comfort her, so she wasn't in the mood to continue.

Ji Yanchen ignored her, lowered his head and kissed her lips. Song Shiwei turned her head to hide, but he pinched her cheek and fixed her on the bed. She was forced to bear this strong kiss. After a while, her eyelashes were wet and her breath was disordered. She mumbled an accusation amidst the sound of sticky water: "...your family... …The soundproofing in your house is so bad! Humph!”

She couldn't see in the darkness, but the person in front of her had a deep smile on her eyes and brows.

He kissed her hard with a smile, and it took a long time to find time to respond to her at the end of the kiss, letting go of her wrist: "Yes, it's all our fault."

Song Shiwei groaned, but couldn't break free because her legs were pressed by him.

"I've wronged you these past few days, baby."

He pressed down and leaned against her ear, his rough fingertips touching the soft ear on the other side to comfort her, "You don't have to endure it anymore when you get home, you can call her whatever you want."

Song Shiwei's cheeks turned red suddenly, she raised her leg and kicked him hard with her knee: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Being serious and confusing right and wrong has always been his strong point. Although the two have been together for more than a year, she has gradually adapted to his strong rhythm. However, due to her personality, she is still not very relaxed in bed, even in the most intense moments. She would also try her best to restrain herself, unlike him who made it sound like she was unsatisfied with her desires.

"What nonsense did I say?"

His reaction was innocent and he asked thoughtfully, "Do you usually have to endure a lot of hardship at home?"

Song Shiwei said quickly in desperation: "Of course!"

The air was silent for a moment, and she felt something was wrong in his low smile. She bit her lips with a hot face. He suppressed a smile and said seriously: "I'm sorry, my wife, you still have the energy to endure, which means it's my dereliction of duty."

Song Shiwei: "..."

He couldn't be beaten, and he couldn't say flirtatious words. Song Shiwei pursed her lips and bent her calves to kick him in the waist, secretly cursing in her mind that he usually looked like a human when he was wearing a uniform, but when he took off those clothes, he looked like a dog. He was completely obedient to her off the bed, but once in bed it was as if his body had been taken away from him, his true nature was revealed, and his wolf's tail almost turned into an oar.

But soon she lost the energy to kick him to vent her hatred. His rough palm pinched her smooth cheek and asked with a half-smile: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

She was scratched by his fingertips, making her nasal sounds sound, and her lips could not close together.

He pressed the softest part of her cheek with his fingertips and ordered in a low voice: "Swear out and listen."

Song Shiwei glanced at him with resentment, her speech was a little slurred, but her words were firm: "You are a dog."

Ji Yanchen touched her face, the glimmer in his eyes was dark, and he smiled casually and threatened: "Okay, don't beg the dog later."

After he finished speaking, he clamped her jaw and kissed her hard and deeply. The hot breath squeezed her heart so much that her heart stopped. She couldn't bear it, and she gradually started crying vaguely: "Please be gentle... ugh... slow……"

He buried himself on her neck and sucked hard, his voice low and clear, oppressive and bewitching in the night: "What did I teach you last time?"

Song Shiwei snorted, her black eyes filled with tears, she bit her lip and turned her face to the other side and remained stubbornly silent, refusing to say anything. Ji Yanchen chuckled and did not urge her. The force of the kiss suddenly increased, forcing her to submit simply and roughly.

Song Shiwei was very worried that the social death accident just now would happen again, so she clenched her fingers and held her breath to endure the sound. She didn't know how long it took, but she finally endured it until he kissed her for the last time and stood up. She took a deep trembling breath and thought it was at least over, but he just pulled away and picked up the small square bag on the bedside table.

At that moment, she suddenly collapsed and wanted to cry. When his breath enveloped her again, she grabbed his arm and hurriedly compromised and said: "Husband!"

The person in front of him smiled and didn't move again, but he didn't respond either.