"Ye Yansheng, you really—"
Mmph!
The latter half of her sentence was forcefully blocked by Ye Yansheng's lips. But he made no further move; he just pressed his lips against hers. Half-closing his eyes, he looked at her, slightly parting his mouth, allowing Song Guanyu to explore his mouth with her tongue.
It was soft, with a hint of malt, making him slightly intoxicated. He occasionally teased Song Guanyu's tongue, prompting her desire. Only then would he respond, intertwining and exchanging with her tongue.
They exchanged saliva from each other's mouths. The saliva that couldn't be contained at the corners of their mouths mixed with the water flowing from the showerhead, blending together at the edges of Song Guanyu and Ye Yansheng's lips, slowly sliding down their chins.
The sound of water cascading from above was loud, completely drenching both of them. Their clothes were soaked and crumpled into folds. Ye Yansheng lifted Song Guanyu up, his hands holding her behind the knees. He tilted his head back, enjoying her kisses. Then he began to kiss her back with intensity, causing her to let out little mewling sounds, which made him press even harder.
It was this mouth that had said things he didn't want to hear.
They urgently shared a wet kiss. The sound of their sticky saliva mingled in their ears. The warm yellow light of the bathroom fell on them. The mist gradually filled the room. It was summer, and the water temperature was mild, but the room was thick with heat, almost suffocating.
It was impossible to tell whether the moisture on them was water or sweat.
In her haze, Song Guanyu felt the world spinning. The temperature was also very hot, burning everything within her, from her heart to her body.
Was this a dream? Song Guanyu thought. This feeling seemed to be what she wanted—to have Ye Yansheng kiss her so intensely, just like now, with his mouth so warm, relieving the restlessness in her heart. It was as if he belonged only to her, and only she could get this close to him and kiss him.
She completely lost track of what she was doing until she began to feel oxygen-deprived. Ye Yansheng slowly released her. She gasped for fresh air while Ye Yansheng's eyes held a different kind of heat, his eyes very red.
Song Guanyu wrapped her arms around Ye Yansheng's neck, panting heavily. Her eyes were wet at the corners, her face flushed, looking adorable.
She looked at the man in front of her and instinctively sobbed, wanting to kiss him again, but Ye Yansheng turned his head slightly to avoid her.
His voice was hoarse. "Song Xiaodai, it's not the right time yet." Ye Yansheng maintained his rationality.
He looked at the enchanting face in his arms and thought to himself, when you sober up, I'm afraid you'll regret this.
Clearly, Song Guanyu didn't hear what he said at all. A wave of discomfort surged through her body, and she couldn't vent it. So, she pouted and whimpered to Ye Yansheng.
"Dr. Ye, but I feel awful."
Ye Yansheng kissed the corner of her tearful, red eye. "Where does it hurt?"
Song Guanyu hugged his neck tightly, pressing close. She blinked, dizzy, and sniffled. "My belly... my lower belly hurts."
Ye Yansheng paused. Although he had never experienced such things, he knew it was a normal physiological reaction.
A smile spread across his face. "I'll give you a bath, and it'll feel better. Be good; it won't hurt soon." He held her even tighter, their bodies pressed closely together, his Adam's apple moving up and down. Of course, he knew that kind of discomfort.
Because at that moment, Ye Yansheng felt the same way she did.
Author's Note:
Do you guys like this chapter? The young couple each have their own thoughts~ (Dear esteemed reviewer, it's just kissing! Nothing else!) I swear!