After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The body in his arms is so soft, Cheng Zhanxi's heartbeat is slow and heavy, he breathes deeply, and the scent of Yu Qingtang's milk-flavored shower gel fills his nose, breaking down her little self-control one by one.

She was a little confused, and even wondered if she was in a dream.

The woman's breath coming from her ear was as rapid as hers.

Cheng Zhanxi became more and more uncontrollable, raised her chin with her fair fingertips, and lowered her head to look for the woman's red lips.

Yu Qingtang's pupils contracted slightly, the knuckles around her waist tightened, and she tilted her head to avoid it in time.

Cheng Zhanxi's lips brushed the corners of her lips.

Brings a feeling similar to electric shock.

Yu Qingtang froze for a moment, hugged her tighter with his arms, and buried his face in her neck again.

Cheng Zhanxi was deeply fascinated by the breath on her body, her mind just woken up before it went online, she didn't think too much for a while, and turned to kiss her cheek and ear.

…

The temperature behind the door is getting higher and higher.

Yu Qingtang's hand was hanging on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder at some point, relying on her strength to support her to support herself.

Cheng Zhanxi half hugged her to the sofa, put her on his lap, and knelt on the outside of his knee.

This position is suitable for kissing.

Cheng Zhanxi stroked her chin with her fingertips, moved up to her full red lips, and pressed it gently in the center of her lower lip.

The lips were dry, more and more thirsty because of the burning fascination, half-open.

Cheng Zhanxi rubbed his fingertips against her, feeling the slightly burning breath she exhaled, Yu Qingtang's heart rose and her nerves were tense.

Cheng Zhanxi let go of her hand, went around the back of her neck, slender five fingers penetrated the woman's long black and cold hair, clasped the back of her head and pressed it down.

Her strength is gentle but domineering, with a certain trembling heartbeat. Yu Qingtang suddenly felt a huge panic, and before he was completely lost, he blurted out, "No."

The distance between their lips was less than three centimeters. Cheng Zhanxi stopped, and there was longing in his eyes, but he still asked her respectfully, "What do you want?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

Yu Qingtang looked into her eyes, as if looking into a deep pool, and fell into it, unable to extricate herself.

She immediately lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice, "I don't kiss."

Cheng Zhanxi's brain became clear for a moment, but the distance was too close. She looked at the long and curled eyelashes of her lover, and the soft cheeks reflected in the light, like a statue made of white jade, and soon became confused again. I can't resist my inner instinct. Cheng Zhanxi hooked the back of the woman's head and continued down, kissing her chin, her red lips slightly opened, her teeth gripping the soft flesh of her chin, she chuckled softly, and bit slowly and gently.

Yu Qingtang's fingertips were numb, and she couldn't help raising her thin white neck line back.

Cheng Zhanxi finally let go of her chin, her red lips turned and followed her wishes.

…

Cheng Zhanxi's warm lips returned to the side of her smooth face again, cupped her cheek, and was about to kiss her.

Just after a round of prelude, Yu Qingtang's breathing was unsteady, her voice was much lower than before, and her voice was hoarse, she still avoided and reminded her: "I don't kiss."

There was mist in Cheng Zhanxi's brown eyes, like a child who couldn't get candy, revealing a pitiful meaning.

It turned out that she turned on the light like this...

Yu Qingtang flashed a thought like this, her heart softened, her eyes turned cold, her expression indifferent, and she explained more clearly: "You can go to bed, but I won't kiss."

These words seemed familiar, like a heavy hammer that woke Cheng Zhanxi out of the whirlpool of desire.

This was not a dream, but at this moment she hoped that it was just a dream.

She watched Yu Qingtang for a long time under the lamp in the living room, slowly put down her rolled up pajamas, gently pulled the neckline for her, straightened her long hair, then she got up and went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, one for each person He drank silently and sent Yu Qingtang back to 2101.

Cheng Zhanxi stood at the door, his gentle expression was the same as before, but there was no longer a bright smile: "Mr. Yu, good night."

Yu Qingtang said, "Good night."

When the door was closed, the lock inside clicked when it fell, Cheng Zhanxi turned his back to 2101, and instantly lost all his expressions.

She returned home numbly and took the phone.

Yu Qingtang received Cheng Zhanxi's apology and explanation.

[I was out for a day today, and I was so tired when I got home. After taking a shower, I fell asleep on the sofa. When the doorbell rang, I was still dizzy, and then I opened the door... I thought I was dreaming, so I made something inappropriate. I am sorry for the inconvenience caused to you.]

Yu Qingtang turned on the TV with the volume turned down, and focused her attention on the parents on the TV. Without giving herself a chance to hesitate, she typed casually: [It doesn't matter]

Two adults, alone environment, quiet corridor, ambiguous atmosphere, or have a relationship with the bed once, it is not something to be surprised by suddenly ignoring a gun.

It's just that the atmosphere at that time was sultry, which made people fascinated.

Yu Qingtang closed her eyes, went to the kitchen to pour a second glass of water, took a deep breath, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Cheng Zhanxi closed his eyes and lay on the sofa again, his eyes rolling uneasily under his eyelids.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and reached for the phone on the coffee table.

The news of the conversation with Yu Qingtang lay quietly inside, proving that all this was really not a dream she imagined when she slept in a drowsy sleep.

Cheng Zhanxi sighed, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Yu Qingtang's words, in exchange, is that you can go to the kidneys, and don't talk about the heart.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled bitterly.

Should I be glad that Yu Qingtang is willing to have a kidney with her? After all, when she went to the hotel for the first time, she picked herself up and gained an advantage with the medical report.

Cheng Zhanxi thought about a bunch of messes, and suddenly thought about it, why can't you think about it?

The previous time, just to mobilize Yu Qingtang's feelings, she spent at least two hours in the preparatory work, and her mouth was sore, and she slowly pulled her into the extreme sensory world. This time, she didn't seem to do anything, just hugged through her pajamas and kissed gently twice, Yu Qingtang became emotional.

A woman's love and desire are often linked together. If there is love, there will be desire. The deeper the love, the stronger the desire. Cheng Zhanxi doesn't believe that she doesn't have the same thoughts about herself, but is forcibly restrained by her.

Cheng Zhanxi recalled the scenes just now.

She pressed the pulp of her finger on the woman's lips, the lips she couldn't help opening, and the violent ups and downs of her heart were all indicating that she also felt.

When Dayu controlled the water, it was better to block it than to sparse it. Yu Qingtang is like that river. It is useless to block it blindly. The more and more water in the upstream, the dam will be washed away sooner or later. When the flood overflows, the river will eventually return to the sea of ​​Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly moved his legs, pursed his lips and stood up uncomfortably.

She can't think about when Yu Qingtang's river will flood, because the water in her river has already overflowed.

She also walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, imagined Yu Qingtang's body temperature in the warm water, and replaced hers with her own...

Cheng Zhanxi almost didn't even have the strength to walk out of the bathroom. He dragged his sore legs to the edge of the bed, fell on his back, exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

In the dream, I continued to do what I had done halfway through.

The moonlight spilled into the window edge, Yu Qingtang sat in her arms, she held the woman's face and kissed her, again and again, going deep into her wanton, tasting her sweet taste.

…

Early Monday morning.

Yu Qingtang deliberately waited until half past six, a time when Cheng Zhanxi would not normally appear, before stepping out of the house.

The door of 2101 was pushed open little by little, Yu Qingtang noticed the movement on the opposite side from the opening of the door, and his nerves could not help tense.

Fully pushing the door open, Yu Qingtang's heartbeat accelerated due to nervousness, she walked quickly to the elevator entrance, and pressed the elevator button.

The elevator came up from the 1st floor, and the passage of time was stretched infinitely. Yu Qingtang grabbed the shoulder straps of the backpack with such force that his knuckles turned white.

The sound of the door opening could be heard at any time, the wind was blowing in from the window, and there seemed to be a whistling sound in the stairwell of the safe passage. Yu Qingtang shook her body involuntarily, and did not dare to let out a breath.

With a ding, the elevator door opened in front of him, Yu Qingtang walked in immediately, pressed the first floor, and pressed the door close button in quick succession, the elevator door slowly closed.

Yu Qingtang's legs were weak, her back pressed against the elevator car behind her, and she let out a long breath.

Yu Qingtang hurried over from the elevator.

The lady at the front desk showed a standard smile with eight teeth: "Miss Yu, good morning."

Yu Qingtang nodded and walked away without stopping.

The lady at the front desk: "???"

Since she fell in love, Miss Yu is really getting weirder day by day. In the past, the pace of each day was unhurried, polite and distant, and the board was like a robot, but now it is like a lively and interesting living person.

It's a pity I didn't see her coming down with Miss Cheng.

The lady at the front desk didn't wait for Cheng Zhanxi until her colleagues changed shifts with her.

***

Yu Qingtang came back from a class and stopped unconsciously. The desk in front of her was the same as when she came in the morning, so clean and tidy that no one had ever been there.

Yang Li went into the office with her English book and lesson plan in her hand, looked at her, and asked, "Mr. Cheng hasn't come yet, are you sick again?"

Yu Qingtang stepped forward again and said indifferently, "I don't know."

She put the textbook on the table and asked inadvertently, "Mr. Yang can send a message to ask her."

Yang Li smiled.

"No, Mr. Cheng is such a big person, what kind of heart do I have to worry about? If I have to worry about it, I should let the right person come, right?"

Yu Qingtang didn't understand for a while, but his ears warmed for no reason.

Ge Jing went to the water dispenser in the corner to pour water, passed by Yang Li, and whispered, "Second."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went about their own business separately.

Cheng Zhanxi had a beautiful dream and was reluctant to wake up. In addition, she was tired all day yesterday, and she was self-sufficient at night. It was ten o'clock in the morning when she opened her eyes. She closed her eyes and recalled the scene in her dream. Another half an hour passed. At ten thirty, there was no class in the morning, and she was too lazy to go to school. .

Cheng Zhanxi sat up, sent a message to Yu Qingtang to report, turned around and ordered a few boxes of finger cots online.

She had been sober for half a year, thinking that she could almost become a monk on the spot, and she never thought about the chaotic night, and pressed the switch again.

Cheng Zhanxi sighed, feeling the new dampness today, got up and went into the bathroom.

The rainy season is here.

Sicheng No. 1 Middle School, High School Office.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I just woke up, I will go to school in the afternoon

Yu Qingtang looked at the news, including ten words including punctuation, she put down and picked up the phone intermittently, and read it for more than ten minutes.

Teacher Cheng didn't send her an emoji, is she angry?

Because of what happened last night?

Yu Qingtang read the conversation between the two of them over and over several times. After self-reflection, she felt that the main responsibility for this matter lay with her. When Cheng Zhanxi hugged her, she didn't refuse, and when she kissed her, she didn't refuse. Instead, she wanted to refuse.

Cheng Zhanxi thought she was dreaming, but she was awake.

If it goes to the end in a confused way, how should Cheng Zhanxi deal with it?

Was she used as a tool to relieve her desires?

Yu Qingtang thought: She should be angry for her contemptuous and offensive attitude.

Yu Qingtang bit her lip.

Cheng Zhanxi put on clean and comfortable new pajamas, saw a new message on the notification interface of the screen, and swiped up to unlock the phone.

[Yu Qingtang]: What would Teacher Cheng like for lunch?

Cheng Zhanxi was flattered and hurriedly looked at the direction of the rising sun from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cheng Zhanxi said to eat you in his heart, and typed with his lips hooked: [If you want to drink porridge, just the one you bought last time]

[Yu Qingtang]: Good

Cheng Zhanxi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

So simply?

Didn't she cook this porridge by herself?

Cheng Zhanxi had an idea and sent a message to Yang Li: [Mr. Yang, is Teacher Yu off work? 】

Yang Li looked up and replied strangely: [No]

Not long after the words fell, Yu Qingtang put down the pen in his hand.

Yang Li's eyes widened slightly, and she lowered her head to type: [She is clearing the table and looks ready to get off work]

Cheng Zhanxi: [Okay, thank you Teacher Yang]

Yang Li: [It's okay, are you feeling unwell? 】

Cheng Zhanxi: [A little bit, no big deal, I will go to school in the afternoon]

Just dehydrated.

Yang Li: [Okay, have a good rest]

After chatting with Yang Li, Cheng Zhanxi opened the door of 2102 and left it in the corridor, so that he could hear the movement outside in time.

She scoured the refrigerator by herself and took out pork and shrimp. She went out on Saturdays and Sundays, and she was never at home. She didn't buy shepherd's purse, so she had to do it.

Cheng Zhanxi first took out the flour from the cabinet, kneaded the dough with water flexibly with his fingers to form a smooth dough, and covered the lid to wake up the dough. Then use a food processor to mash the meat, add a little salt, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, minced green onion and various spices, and finally add sesame oil, stir well, and put it together with the plate containing the shrimp.

Adjust the wonton stuffing, and the noodles are just awake.

There were also familiar footsteps in the corridor.

Cheng Zhanxi tapped the screen of his mobile phone, turned around and left the kitchen at half past eleven.

When Yu Qingtang got out of the elevator and saw the door opened in Cave 2102, her scalp felt numb.

"Mr. Yu."

Not surprisingly, Cheng Zhanxi also stopped her from behind.

Yu Qingtang's psychological construction all collapsed, turned around slightly stiffly, maintained a calm expression, and nodded: "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi glanced at her empty hand and couldn't help but smile.

"Mr. Yu, where is my porridge?" she asked deliberately.

Yu Qingtang lied without changing his face: "I ordered takeout, but it hasn't been delivered yet."

Cheng Zhanxi pondered for a while, and asked with a smile, "I don't know which takeaway it is. Can Teacher Yu recommend it to me?"

Yu Qingtang: "…"

It's Chef Yu who specialises in takeaways. How can I tell her to go out?

Yu Qingtang cleared his throat and avoided answering: "I'll go back first, I'll call you when the takeaway arrives."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Okay, I'm making wontons. Would Teacher Yu come with me?"

Yu Qingtang shook her head honestly and said, "I won't."

Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile, "your fingers are so flexible, you'll definitely learn it right away, come on."

Yu Qingtang shook her head firmly.

"No, thank you, Teacher Cheng."

There's no denying that she's moved, but she has more important things to do. She went to accompany Cheng Zhanxi to make wontons. Who will cook the porridge?

Yu Xiaochu is very busy, Yu Xiaochu has to hurry up.

No more talking, Yu Qingtang closed the door of 2101.

Cheng Zhanxi curled his lips and smiled lightly.

She slowly rolled out the wonton wrappers, wrapped the minced meat filling and the whole shrimp, and flipped her fingertips, and the small wontons that were as plump as ingots quickly took shape in her palms, and they were neatly arranged on the side with a naive look.

An hour later, Yu Qingtang came to deliver porridge.

Cheng Zhanxi took the heat preservation bucket and said casually, "Mr. Yu, have you eaten?"

Yu Qingtang: "I have eaten."

Cheng Zhanxi put the insulation bucket on the porch cabinet, heard the words "Huh?" and asked, "What to eat?" Yu Qingtang is not good at lying. He has already lied once today, and his mediocre acting skills fell off a cliff, stumbling and stumbling. Said: "Eat... um..."

Cheng Zhanxi laughed and followed her words softly: "Huh what?"

Yu Qingtang met her narrow gaze, her ears warmed, and she became more and more speechless.

"That's why I didn't eat it." Cheng Zhanxi said, "I cooked small wontons, which are freshly packaged. Come in and try them."

She took Yu Qingtang's wrist and involuntarily led her into the door.

"Slippers are here." Cheng Zhanxi motioned her to look down at the ground, reminding her gently.

Yu Qingtang remembered being carried in by her last night, barefoot and not even wearing shoes, she couldn't help but stiffen again.

While she was stunned, Cheng Zhanxi had asked her to put on slippers, pressed her shoulders to sit at the dining table, and opened the kitchen door. Before she could see the wontons, the aroma was blowing.

Yu Qingtang's stomach growled.

She had no appetite in the morning, she only ate a piece of bread, and she didn't feel hungry in the morning. Now, as soon as she smelled the fragrance, she immediately felt hungry.

Cheng Zhanxi carefully came out with a bowl of wontons, the source of the fragrance was there.

Cheng Zhanxi put the bowl in front of her, and the cooked wontons were like boats, shuttled on the water, with a thin layer of sesame oil floating on the surface, decorated with seaweed and green chopped green onions.

Cheng Zhanxi sat opposite her, folded his arms in front of the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at her expectantly: "I cook it with bone broth, be careful with the heat."

Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, then picked up the white porcelain spoon and stirred it up, revealing the small shrimp skin underneath. She first took a sip of the soup, blew it, and drank it slowly.

Yu Qingtang scooped another small wonton, let it cool, and took a careful bite with Cheng Zhanxi's gentle reminder.

The pork is delicious and the shrimp is light, perfectly neutralized, fresh and smooth. Yu Qingtang finished eating this small wonton with thin skin and tender filling, accompanied by a sip of the fragrant bone broth, all taste buds were mobilized, every pore was relaxed and warm, just wanted to sit in a chair and enjoy it quietly Finished this bowl of wontons.

She ate three in a row, and then she remembered Cheng Zhanxi, who was on the opposite side. She raised her head and looked stunned.

Cheng Zhanxi rested his cheek in one hand and looked at her for a moment, with gentle and focused eyes.

Seeing Yu Qingtang's gaze, Cheng Zhanxi put down his hand and asked with a smile, "How does it taste?"

Yu Qingtang nodded: "Delicious."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "It's so good."

Yu Qingtang blinked.

This...why does it sound weird?

Cheng Zhanxi rolled his eyes and said in his heart: Look again, look again and I will eat you.

Resisting the urge to lean over and rub her head, she brought over the thermal insulation bucket that had been forgotten in the hallway, and took a bowl from the kitchen.

Yu Qingtang asked, "You only cooked one bowl of wontons?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "there is only one bag of bone soup left, only enough for one bowl."

Yu Qingtang pursed her lips and put down the hand holding the spoon.

Cheng Zhanxi said thoughtfully, "I just happen to be not feeling well and want to drink some porridge."

Her acting skills are superb, even the Oscars are not a problem. Yu Qingtang pursed her lips even tighter and asked, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, Cheng Zhanxi really wanted to open a sentence to tease her, but it had nothing to do with the heat, so he could only hold back and say vaguely: "Stomach discomfort, it's not serious, it will be fine later." She urged softly Said, "Hurry up and eat, the wontons are cold."

Yu Qingtang looked at his bone soup dumplings, and then looked at the porridge opposite, although it was rich in materials, but still seemed light and simple, with a hesitant expression.

Cheng Zhanxi smirked and said deliberately, "How about we eat instead? You eat mine, and I eat yours."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

She lowered her head and ate her own lunch peacefully, not even the soup left.

She ate fast, and when she looked up, Cheng Zhanxi had just used half of it.

Cheng Zhanxi is also very good-looking when eating. There are many people at school or eating out. Yu Qingtang didn't look at her specially. Now it's quiet. There are only the two of them around, and she is the only one in her eyes.

The dark chestnut long curly hair was not tied up, and was casually scattered behind him, revealing a gentle and lazy mature woman smell. Because she lowered her head and two strands of long hair fell to her forehead, she gently tucked one hand behind her ear, and pressed her long, fair fingertips against her ear hair. Looking at it from Yu Qingtang's point of view, she had a high nose bridge, delicate nose tip, and lips. Thin and smooth, the chin line is smooth and delicate.

The creator must be one stroke at a time, and only after she has been carefully crafted, will she be reincarnated into the world with love.

How could the Creator let her go?

Cheng Zhanxi had exhausted her physical strength from yesterday to today, and stopped after eating a bowl and a half of porridge in a row. She took out a tissue, wiped the corners of her lips slowly, and looked up to find Yu Qingtang looking at her in a trance.

Cheng Zhanxi folded the tissue and sat generously for her to see.

It took a long time for Yu Qingtang to withdraw his gaze dully, subconsciously licking his lips, his throat was dry, and he said, "I... go wash the dishes."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "There is a dishwasher."

Yu Qingtang said politely, "Then I'll bring it over."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his chin and looked at her with a smile: "Okay, the kitchen is over there."

Since she wants to explore more new areas, Cheng Zhanxi is happy to see it happen.

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Yu Qingtang silently packed up the dishes and brought them into the kitchen.

Compared with the time when it was just rented to her, the kitchen of Cheng Zhanxi's house has changed a lot. The newly installed built-in dishwasher has a smooth and translucent black surface with metal baking paint. Home appliances such as functional cooking machines, electric coffee pots, etc., as well as a variety of seasonings and spices, are numerous but not cluttered.

The countertop is neat and clean, and Cheng Zhanxi cleaned up after wrapping the wontons.

Yu Qingtang looked carefully from one end to the other, turned on the dishwasher, and bent over to put the two people's tableware in.

Two people, two bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks, no matter how ordinary or simple, Yu Qingtang placed them one by one, one by one, moving slowly and earnestly, as if performing some kind of ritual religiously.

She put the dishes away and looked for the dishwasher switch.

She searched for a while and found that the control keys of this model were on the inside of the panel, so she stood up and identified the functions of the several buttons above.

Maybe it was because she stayed in the kitchen for too long, so Cheng Zhanxi came over.

Yu Qingtang lowered her head to confirm the on-off key of the dishwasher. Just as she was about to press it, her back sank, and the woman's warm and soft body slid over and pressed her against the square inch.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered her head slightly, looked down her hand, and the warm breath was spit behind her sensitive ears.

"Won't it work?"