moonlight lure

The night was silent and dim, and the almost frozen embarrassment flowed slowly in the air.

After a long while, Ji Yanchen scratched his neck and whispered to break the deadlock: "Is there any medicine to relieve the itching?"

Song Shiwei came back to her senses, walked over with a warm face, silently squatted down in front of the coffee table, and pulled out a small transparent medicine box.

She was rummaging through the box in frustration, her mind in turmoil.

In fact, the two taels of fabric on the balcony were not her own style at all. They were specially given to her by Yao Jiajia last week to celebrate her breakup and rejuvenate her second spring. One piece was black and one gray, and she reluctantly picked out the most conservative one. But before I even put it on, I let him see it first.

She couldn't help but blame herself and feel upset, and then her heart suddenly sank in fear.

Doesn't he think she always dresses so sexy? !
  The more Song Shiwei thought about it, the more panicked she became, and the more panicked she became, the more chaotic her movements became. She finally dug out a jar of mosquito bite ointment from the bottom of the box, and brought out the joint body patch he bought her last time.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and saw that the packaging had not been opened, and looked at her sideways: "Didn't you use it last time?"

She stood up and replied muffledly: "This is for children."

"The store clerk said it can be used by adults too."

He leaned over and picked it up with his long fingers. He looked at her face thoughtfully and suggested seriously, "You seem to be a little warm now. Do you want to try it?"

"........."

Song Shiwei bit her lip in embarrassment, turned around, kicked his calf, and threw the medicine into his arms.

The smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be absent. She watched with a sigh as his left hand slipped on the lid twice, and then he raised his face and innocently asked for help: "It's too tight, I can't unscrew it."

Song Shiwei glanced at him with disdain, and when she reached out, his wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by his backhand. The next moment, her whole body became weightless, and he suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

She was startled, and subconsciously pushed against his shoulder to resist struggling, but his strength was irresistible, and his two arms hugged her tighter without any movement.

Song Shiwei frowned and wanted to lose her temper, but then she thought that she had left the door open to let the person in. She was at a loss for words for a moment, and finally compromised and said, "...you won't take the medicine?"

"Wait a moment."

He replied softly, lowered his head and hugged her quietly for a while without making any other movements, as if he was just carefully confirming that the relationship between the two people had indeed changed.

When Song Shiwei was held by him like this, her mood slowly calmed down, and her mood was a little subtle instead.

In the past, every time the two of them got physically close ended in tense situations, but now they suddenly became quiet, which made her feel a little strange and novel.

The air conditioner in the living room was spinning dully, and the not-too-cold wind blew on the candles that were about to burn out on the small table next to the sofa. The faint citrus fragrance filled the room with its last breath, sweet and tangy.

Song Shiwei's hands and feet have always been cold, and the air conditioner temperature did not dare to be too low. The living room wasn't cold at all, but the two bodies pressed together made it even hotter.

She secretly pushed his waist with her elbow, hinting him to stop before she turned her back, but instead he lowered his head lower, and the hot breath soaked into the light fabric under her neck without any waste, and he complained: "Outside It’s hot and there are a lot of mosquitoes.”

Song Shiwei knew she was in the wrong, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "It's your bad luck."

He asked: "Don't blame you for being cruel and insisting on letting me hide outside?"

"Then where do you want to hide?"

"I don't want to hide."

Her eyes dimmed slightly and she didn't reply. She turned her face sideways in an attempt to avoid the burning shivers on the back of her neck, but where could she hide in his arms.

The person in front of her continued quietly: "I thought you would let me wait in the corridor all night." She shouted softly and said firmly: "I don't want to waste food."

"It doesn't matter if I'm wasted?"

He pressed his chin slightly hard on her shoulder, and complained proudly, "My knees hurt so much, and my feet hurt too."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips helplessly: "Officer Ji, your poor health will make me regret letting you in."

"It's too late to regret."

He chuckled, hugged her tighter, and sprayed his warm breath on the sensitive area beside her ears. His tone was both coquettish and warning: "You have already chased me away three times, don't chase me away again." ”

Song Shiwei struggled to endure the itching behind her ears, her eyes were complicated and she was silent for a while, then she closed her eyes gently and sighed.

After receiving her clear assurance, the person in front of her finally seemed to relax, and the arms around her waist also left a slight gap. He gently rubbed the top of her hair like a puppy, and asked in pursuit of victory: "I will do a good job. You should also give me a chance."

Song Shiwei's heart was softly shaken by his touch. After a moment of silence, she raised her face. Just as she opened her lips to answer, he seemed to be waiting for the opportunity, lowered his head and kissed her.

Different from the aggressive kiss last night, this kiss was lingering and pathos.

His movements were gentle but strong, his cool breath lingering and kissing her lips. His sharp teeth carefully ran over the wound at the corner of her lips, and his lips and tongue soothed her pain and comforted her uneasiness.

The two breaths in the air became more and more intertwined, almost indistinguishable.

Song Shiwei closed her eyes lightly, her black eyelashes quivering slightly, her heartbeat was heavy and dense, and her whole body seemed to be about to be gently drowned by his breath.

In a daze, her fingers unconsciously climbed up to his waist. She was confused and couldn't tell whether she wanted to push him away or get closer, but at this moment, all her ambiguous behaviors were obviously encouragement in the eyes of the other party. The big palm clasped behind her head slowly exerted force, deepening the kiss.

The flow of time seemed to be distorted at this moment. She didn't know how much time had passed. She only remembered the wrinkled hem of his shirt when he finally stopped to take a breath, and her misty eyes in his dark pupils.

He lowered his head and pecked the tip of her nose and the end of her lips. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you just say?" Song Shiwei leaned on him to calm down for a long time, and finally vaguely remembered their last conversation: "I I want to…not make it public yet.”

Ji Yanchen's movements froze obviously, and he fell into silence with an unclear expression.

Not wanting to put too much pressure on her when she finally took the first step, he agreed in a low voice after a moment: "Okay."

He raised his hand to rub her hair and asked softly: "Do you still want to eat?"

Song Shiwei shook her head, she had lost her appetite due to this night's troubles.

"You should go back after taking the medicine. It's getting late."

Ji Yanchen glanced at the time on the wall and said calmly, "I'll leave at ten o'clock."

He spent the whole night squatting outside feeding mosquitoes, and then kicked him out before he even sat down when he entered the house. Whose girlfriend would do this?
  Oh, it belongs to his family.

That's fine.

The person in front of him said nothing and acquiesced.

Ji Yanchen still felt vaguely unreal about the changes in their relationship. After holding her affectionately for a while, he reluctantly let her go despite her helplessness and slight anger.

She unscrewed the ointment and handed it to him, and he took it and applied it to the bites on his arms and the back of his neck.

There was a spot on his back that he couldn't reach. He leaned down slightly, and she stood beside him. She dipped her fingers in transparent ointment and then poked them into his collar. The touch was soft and smooth, matching the roughness of his own fingertips. Very different.