Right now, only the phrase 'Little Ye Cousin' echoed in his mind, nothing else.
In this damp, hidden environment, her soft voice carried the aroma of alcohol, wafting toward him like a seduction.
As if saying, 'You can do something to me now.'
Ye Yansheng's dark eyes deepened further, a wave of heat surging through him. His breathing grew uneven. "I told you not to call me Little Ye Cousin anymore," he said, his voice low and husky. Startled, Song Guanyu looked up as he suddenly announced, "Since you like that address so much, then Little Ye Cousin is going to kiss you—Cousin."
With that, he covered her lips forcefully, but only pressed against her lower lip, slowly tracing its outline. It wasn't a sudden kiss; it was gentle beyond words.
Song Guanyu's legs went weak from his magnetic voice and the tender kiss.
What was he doing! Using such a seductive tone.
She didn't part her lips, her eyes wide with surprise for a moment.
Ye Yansheng moved from her lips to the corner of her mouth, then used the bridge of his high nose to brush against her cheek, making her tremble slightly.
"Dr... Dr. Ye," she whimpered softly.
He lightly bit her heated earlobe and flicked it with his tongue.
His voice low, his tongue traced the inside of her ear: "You're naughty. It seems you've forgotten about the last drinking incident."
Song Guanyu was driven wild with longing. She grabbed the cloth at his waist, tilted her head, and murmured, "I did it for the performance. And I only had a few sips of that craft beer; it's not strong."
Ye Yansheng kept his eyes open, watching her. Now in his view was her long, fair neck, unmarked by any love bites.
The man's warm lips moved to the pulse point on her neck, pressing there without further action.
He rubbed his nose against her skin. "Is it really that good?"
Song Guanyu nodded dizzily, the sensation on her neck driving her mad. "Good... it's good."
"Let me taste it."
Taste it? Did she need to go back? She was confused. She turned her head to avoid his nuzzling, and looked up to see a stormy, relentless look in his eyes—the same intense gaze as before.
It seemed he had been holding back for a long time. Finally, he devoured her thoroughly. The minty scent in his mouth blended with the malty aroma in hers—sharp, bold.
Song Guanyu had never kissed someone she loved in the New York twilight. This kiss was even more thrilling than performing on stage. A warm current rushed through her body, flooding her brain.
Ye Yansheng noticed her drifting off and tightened his hold, expressing his displeasure.
Song Guanyu laughed inwardly and gave in.
They exchanged saliva, their kisses growing more uncontrollable. Their heartbeats raced wildly, as if they had shared a glass of whiskey on the rocks, wanting it to last even longer.
Song Guanyu relished being kissed so fiercely by him.
Somehow, she suddenly grew bolder. She began to respond, licking his tongue as well. He paused for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing against his unsteady chest. The sound of wet kisses stopped. She pressed her cheek against his heart, listening to its pounding, and whispered, "Dr. Ye, let's go back to the hotel. Last time... you said you'd fulfill me whenever I wanted." Her voice was breathy; she had learned to catch her breath.
She wanted to wash away all the sticky sweat and leave behind something belonging to Ye Yansheng. Tonight, she had to take things further with him, to make them complete.
She wanted Ye Yansheng completely, wholly, and solely for herself—just for Song Guanyu.
Ye Yansheng looked down, seeing her lashes fluttering. Her long lashes obscured her pupils. She seemed soaked in red wine, her entire body glowing a soft pink. The red ribbon tied around her wrist fluttered in the wind, its long tail brushing lightly against his arm, tightening his abdomen.
In the darkness, the man's pupils flickered. His voice hoarse, he said, "Okay."
Author's Note:
What is the red ribbon for? Ahem.
I went to the hospital today and didn't get home until 9 p.m. I hastily wrote! But I made it in time—I won't stop updating!
P.S. My backlog of drafts is completely empty, ahhh!
Lastly, Happy Labor Day to everyone! I'm sure you've visited various cities and seen different beautiful sceneries. I hope you all have fun and enjoy your holiday!